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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 bizarre feeling rose within Azariah's mind as he looked at the woman wearing a maid's dress.

She had an ordinary face which wasn't anything special along with plain black hair and eyes that stared down at his child self with warmth.

"…Sypha," Azariah whispered quietly as anger flared deep within him.

His mind reminding him, how she crushed his entire childhood.

His chest felt heavy and his breathing uneven as he glared at the woman who quietly walked towards his child self with a smile.

"You did a great job saving them, young master," Sypha whispered softly as she helped 'his' pale body.

The child Azariah calmed at her words, 'his' expression melting as relief washed over his body, relaxing him.

But as he registered her words, his childlike expression broke, and he turned, "S-Shane?"

His childlike body crawled toward Shane's body, which had turned incredibly cold.

[Festival Of Love] [9] [Truth]