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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

A low groan escaped from Bradyn, a burning mark appearing on his chest, the residual lightning still lingering on his body.

He exhaled softly, his eyes calmly looking forward where a girl had already separated him from Azariah and Alan.

She stood in front of them, twin swords in her hand, lightning radiating from her body.

"...You have to arrive at the last moment, don't you?" Bradyn complained while Mikhail took his sword out, ready to attack her.

"A-Az." Her lips trembled as she glanced back at both of them.

...Both of them were in worse condition, with her brother's hand broken completely, the same with Azariah's wrist.

'They both need medical care,'

she thought, making their safety her first priority.

"Don't make a death wish," Bradyn advised, his body accumulating the mana from the surroundings, "...Take your brother and leave."

[Club House Competition] [15] [Oliver and Aimar v/s Mikhail]