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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

Inna's voice made me halt in my steps as I looked up at the pouring rain.

Things are not like they used to be before.

I am not the child that I once was.

Maybe I could have talked about what she had been through.

There was so much that I could have say but… I just don't want to.

Talking to her won't change anything now.

'It will just waste our time.'

I sighed as I began to walk towards the church.

[<You should be careful about Ashlyn.>]

[<There… had been times when you and Gabriel weren't on good terms.>]

'You're talking like Gabriel and I were enemies.'

Inna's voice was quiet, gentle, almost mournful.

[<But there were lives where your goals... didn't align. Where your light blinded her path.>]

[Terror of the Dead God] [15] [Gone]