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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 dull light illuminated the old house.

The walls were cracked in different places, water seeping in through those cracks.

Sunlight passed through the holes in the ceiling, landing on a little girl no older than four.

Her hands stopped washing the dishes as she looked up, her golden eyes squinting subconsciously.

She tucked her messy brown hair back with her tiny hands before returning to washing.

"I'm late," she whispered, dipping her hands back into the scalding rinse water. "I have to finish the dishes on time."

Her tiny hands moved faster, a slight expectant expression on her face.

An expectation of receiving her mother's care and love today without any problem.

She continued washing the dishes, ignoring the bruises that covered her hands and the pain they caused.

After completing the dishes, she picked up a ragged cloth and a bucket of water.

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