MTL - Big Time 1958 - Chapter 135 Pingdu Zhenlu

When Ding Fan opened his eyes again, everything before him had changed.A Cultivator reborn on Earth, he found himself in the despised body of a disgraced heir.Fists striking all who defied him, feet trampling over various second generations, he roamed the city with an air of unrivaled dominance.Saving damsels and fighting injustices, a forceful life needs no explanation.

Before rebirth, she was ruthlessly abandoned by the man she loved the most. After rebirth, she threw out a divorce paper, “I don't love you anymore, let's divorce.”He is the all-powerful emperor of Stellaria, cold and heartless, with unpredictable moods. Facing the accusation from his young wife, he laughed wildly and confidently, “Who else can you love but me?”A certain woman made a domineering counterattack, picking up the little dumpling beside her, “Him, I love him the most.”Melody Thorne, who had just been reborn, originally thought she could stand tall, but didn't expect to be unable to even walk,From then on, the cold-blooded president transformed into a wife-pampering maniac, afraid to break her if he held her, afraid she'd melt if he kissed her. She fought dregs, he provided the gun. She wanted stars in the sky, he immediately built a rocket to reach them.A reporter interviewed, “Mr. Quinn, how did you manage to conquer Mrs. Quinn who wanted to run away several times?”“By making babies.”

Leaving 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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Every hero starts with power. He started with dust.One moment, the classroom buzzed with teenage chatter. The next, silence fell. Students blinked—and opened their eyes in an ancient hall carved from gold and marble. The air shimmered with divine magic. And at its center stood a goddess—flawless, proud, unbelievably beautiful and wrapped in flowing white.It was a divine summoning performed by a divine goddess.Among them was Vritra… and his stunningly beautiful mother.While others received blessings, powerful physiques and grand titles, Vritra was given a skill so pathetic it made even the goddess wrinkle her nose. An ability—so pitifully weak that it drew laughter, scorn, and even disgust. But that wasn't the worst part.Betrayed and cornered inside the labyrinth, Vritra had two choices: die… or fall into the death trap.A death canopy with no exit and no chance of survival, the only option was to slaughter the demons endlessly for months.Finally!! He forced his dormant skill to awaken, after killing thousands and hundreds of thousands demons and devouring them, becoming a broken ability.******White robes. Cold arroganceA sinful revenge.White robes can stain. And in the dark, even divinity can moan.And then there was his mo— guilt in her breath, shame in her eyes, whispering apologies between gasps in her son's ear, doing what had to be done… for both their sakes.