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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

"So…" Zenith began, her sharp gaze fixed on the long-haired man trembling before her. "Dark Trinity wants to kidnap Pasithea, is that it?"

The man nodded feverishly, sweat trickling down his temple.

"And why would they do that?" she asked, her staff's gem pulsing with light closer to his face.

"I don't know!" he stammered, his voice cracking. "They never told us the reason. We just follow orders!"

"It's not hard to guess, though," Aimar muttered, stepping to her side. His eyes briefly flicked to Zenith. "Himmel did tell me about the elves' current condition."

"They want to exploit the elves?" she guessed, a frown appearing on her beautiful face.

"I believe so," Aimar replied with a curt nod of his head. "We should move."

Without warning, Zenith raised her staff, gripping it like a club.

The man crumpled to the ground, unconscious, blood trickling from a fresh wound on his temple.

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