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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

"Well, well… If it isn't Ragnar's replacement."

Just as I stepped to follow her, a sharp, mocking voice echoed from behind me.

A wave of burning anger surged through my chest, but I quickly suppressed it.

I sighed, turning to face the man who had spoken.

He appeared to be in his late forties, his tall, well-maintained frame exuding an aura of power.

Long, vibrant olive hair cascaded down his back, framing his sharp features, while two elongated ears peeked through the strands, betraying his elven lineage.

His eyes—dark emeralds filled with hatred—bored into me.

The slight tilt of his head, combined with the way his gaze lingered, made it clear he found my existence either amusing or pitiful.

'Great. Another high-and-mighty elf.'

I sighed again, turning to look at Diana, who stood at my side with no intention of helping me.

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