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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

Walking beside me, she whispered, "...What would you do if your mother was absolutely evil and wanted to kill you?"

My steps halted as I drew in a deep breath to steady my trembling heart.

Even though I knew she wasn't talking about my mother, I couldn't help but feel uneasiness crawling under my skin.

"Hello." She waved her hand in front of my face, making me focus on her. "What happened to you?"

"Nothing," I mumbled, shaking my head while resuming my walk. "Why did you ask...that question?"

"It's a hypothetical question." She shrugged a little. "What is your answer?"

"I would try to run away," I replied quietly, glancing up as the sun dimmed behind heavy clouds.

Things weren't bad enough; now even the weather had to make things harder.

"What if you can't run away?" Nella mumbled, rubbing her cheek. "What if you're trapped?"

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