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Living a normal life is boring, but I was happy with what I had.

Even when I spent most of my life in regret and misery, I lived because I had someone that I loved dearly.

And that said someone took my life...

But fate had different plans for me...

As if death wasn't enough for me.

As if the gods were mocking me.

I got reincarnated into a hardcore romance game that I used to play.

That too when the prequel game that I played the most ended twenty-five years ago.

A game where death is everyone's mistress.

A game that people either liked or hated too much.

Now reincarnated into the body of the Villainess's son.

I became someone that I hated the most...

"Hahaha..."

I laughed at my own misery.

As if that too wasn't enough, I also became the slave of someone else's desires.

Now, one might say a mother is a mother even if the world sees her as a Villainess.

But what if your mother is the very incarnation of evil?

That your mother is the hurdle that you have to overcome?

What if your mother is the very reason you might die?

Gentleness and love are the last things one could expect from her.

"Hahaha..."

Again, a hollow laugh escaped my lips as the realization dawned on me.

That I have been...

Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son...

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Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

"This isn't fun," he mumbled. "Mikhail, show it to him!"

Grabbing my hand, he jerked my body up, making me sit on my knees.

My entire body screamed in pain, my eyes blurry as I glared at him.

"Hmm..." He looked at my left hand, a smile slowly creeping on his face. "..We don't need it, do we?"

Applying pressure on my wrist, he twisted it, breaking it at the joints.

I held my breath, feeling intense pain surging through my hand.

It felt like it was burning, waves of pain assaulting my mind.

"...Can you see him?" Grabbing my hair, he asked, making me look at the other man.

"A-Alan?" My lips quivered, a sense of relief washing over me.

He was still alive, though grabbed by his neck, he was still breathing.

"How was my prank?" He asked, tightening his grip on my hair, "Do you like it?"

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