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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 closer to the chair, Azariah slapped Aimar's back as he took the seat beside him.

"Stop doing that," Aimar snarled, glaring at him, anger clearly visible in his eyes.

"Did something happen?" Azariah asked, frowning as he noticed it immediately.

Aimar looked a lot more pissed than usual.

"It's nothing important," he replied, letting out a tired sigh.

Even though doubtful of his words, Azariah silently nodded his head as he looked forward.

They sat at the very back of the arranged chairs, but the stage was still clear to them.

The murmurs of students filled the entire place as Azariah tried to find familiar faces within the crowd.

Giving up on that, he turned to look at Aimar. "Are you sure you won't be participating?" he asked.

Aimar shook his head in response. "I don't want to, and please don't force me, Azariah."

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