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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 strange last words for someone who was a peak demigod." A soft voice echoed from behind. "Don't you think?"

I slowly turned around; a woman came into my view, walking towards me.

She had long, pointy ears that peaked from her crimson hair, her eyes a shade of golden with spirals in them, staring at me.

She had a striking resemblance to Ragnar.

And my blood boiled just by thinking about him.

"It is strange." I replied, gazing back, suppressing my emotions. "Strange how no one is able to find the meaning of his words to this day."

Mariam came to a halt just in front of me, her eyes softened a little.

"You have grown a lot." She whispered, reaching her hand, touching my face. "I thought I would never see you."

"Don't act like you care for me." I replied, gently removing her hand away. "I hate when people do that."

Hesitation flashed in her eyes as she retracted her hand.

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