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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

Aimar often found himself questioning why he'd ever become friends with Azariah.

And as he looked at his grinning face after he pushed him down, he couldn't help but wonder,

'Why do I bother sticking with this prideful bastard?'

Or perhaps, he actually liked being around Azariah, though he'd never admit it out loud.

'I should have stayed home.'

Grumbling internally, Aimar twisted mid-air as he refocused on the task at hand.

The thought of fighting a dragon alone chilled him to the bone.

But....the idea of burdening Azariah—after all the hell he'd been through—was worse.

The inside of the inactive volcano was eerily silent, bathed in a dim, unnatural light.

The walls of the crater were steep and rugged, carved by previous lava flows.

Layers of volcanic rock, ash, and sediment were visible.

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