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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

'Did she really have to do this?'

I let out a sigh, scanning the hall.

Most of them were gripping weapons, eyes burning with hostility.

Some I recognized, most I didn't.

My gaze drifted toward the familiar faces.

Elijah leaned casually against the railing, completely uninterested in fighting.

I couldn't say the same for Heather.

Zenith, Epione, and Siersha stood off to the side, observing.

I looked at Aimar. "You're not going to fight me?"

He shrugged. "Can't beat you. Plus, as your only friend, my spot on the hot springs trip is guaranteed."

I exhaled sharply, shifting my gaze to Elijah.

He just smiled, raising his hands in surrender.

Shifting my gaze to Zenith, I raised my brow.

[Who killed Mary?] [End]