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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

I whispered softly, drawing the rune of 'Decay' onto the paper.

"The 24 'Root Laws' of reality—what we now call Runes."

Leaning back in my chair, I exhaled and glanced up.

Yennefer, Zenith, and Hannah stared at the paper, each reacting differently—Yennefer remained stoic, Zenith's eyes gleamed with excitement, and Hannah... she looked terrified.

Yennefer leaned in, her gaze unblinking. "Are you certain about this?"

I remained dumbfounded as her scent engulfed my senses.

I swallowed hard before replying, "You can try it on your own if you don't believe me."

"Me! Let me try first!" Zenith practically shouted, snatching the paper before summoning her staff.

Perhaps Yennefer didn't believe my words; she kept quiet.

Her gaze solely on her daughter, ready to intervene if needed.

"Alright, what should I try first?" Zenith mumbled, squinting at the rune.

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