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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

The moment Wilhelm's voice echoed, my legs gave out, and I collapsed onto the ground.

My breath came in ragged gasps as I stared up at the vast blue sky—

A startled groan escaped my lips as Elijah fell on top of me.

And as if that wasn't enough, Aimar crashed onto him, adding even more weight to my body.

"Fuck—get off, you assholes," I grimaced, forcefully shoving them off me.

Lying on my back, I turned my head toward the corner of the field, where two girls were playing.

One had unnaturally pale skin, her long, pointed ears peeking through black hair.

Despite her frail appearance, her vibrant green eyes gleamed with mischief—just like her father's.

The other girl had cascading blonde hair, her equally bright green eyes mirroring the first girl's excitement.

'I want to be like them.'

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