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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

A castle floated high above Lumina, its pale stone walls glowing under the sun's golden light.

Towers spiraled into the sky, their pointed blue slate roofs cutting against the clouds.

Delicate bridges wove through the structure, connecting different wings like veins in a living thing.

Glass domes gleamed like scattered gemstones.

Waterfalls spilled from the castle's edges, tumbling into mist before they could reach the ground.

The landscape below mirrored the castle's beauty—rolling emerald grass, wildflowers, and a crystal-clear lake that reflected the endless sky.

Everything around her grew larger—no, she had grown smaller.

She saw through someone else's eyes.

A little girl knelt by the lake's edge, her reflection rippling in the water.

Future That Past Rejected.