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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

The starry night sky illuminated the road; the moon wasn't visible today.

I quietly looked out of the window, observing the extravagant decorations along the road.

My body felt tense, but I tried my best to relax.

It took all my willpower to remain calm.

"Sit straight." A voice echoed within the closed car.

I turned to look to my side, where a woman sat with platinum hair cascading down her shoulders and lifeless grey eyes glancing at me.

I quietly straightened my back without arguing or saying anything.

Even though I felt anger building up in me, I tried not to let it take hold of me.

"Azariah." I turned my head toward the seat opposite me.

Adaliah, wearing a black gown with her blackish-brown hair tied properly, stared at me with obsidian eyes, lips parted. "...I heard you plan on dropping out of the academy."

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