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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

Edwin growled, pressure slowly leaking from his body, suffocating me.

"Show me the energy you stole from Yggdrasil."

I drew in a deep breath, steadying myself even though I felt my shoulder cracking underneath his pressure.

The sharp, jarring pain spread, making me clench my teeth and lock my gaze with his.

Gritting my teeth, I replied, "I have no idea, Edwin."

The pressure on my body slowly started to subside as he kept on looking down at me.

I drew in shallow breaths repeatedly as my body wasn't in the best condition right now.

Edwin turned towards the east, where the enormous painting was hanging.

He clasped his hands behind his back, staring at the painting.

"Do you know who that is?" he asked, glancing at me over his shoulder.

I straightened my back as I turned towards the painting.

It was a portrait of a family of three.

First Anomaly [3]