The Villainess Enjoys Her Seventh Life as a Free-Spirited Bride (hostage) in a Former Enemy Country - Chapter 86.1: I don't have too many weaknesses.

Lin Xiao was an orphan who strived to get stronger while living with his sickly younger brother in an unnamed small village.

When Emily, a terminal cancer patient, took her final breath, she never expected to open her eyes again—especially not as a 7-year-old princess with soft, chubby cheeks and sparkling green eyes. Now living as Princess Evelisse of the grand kingdom of Florabelle, she finds herself surrounded by seven doting older brothers, each more protective than the last, and a kingdom that adores her every smile.But as she adjusts to her new life of frilly dresses, endless pampering, and royal feasts, a cute, chibi-like Fluff System suddenly appears, promising her a life of comfort if she completes weekly “Fluffy Tasks.”Tasks like:✨ “Give your brothers a sweet, tearful smile (Reward: Extra pampering for the day!)”✨ “Convince the grumpy Duke to carry you on his shoulders (Reward: Instant Kingdom-Wide Adoration Boost!)”✨ “Unite two rival knights through a shared ‘baby sister protection squad’ meeting (Reward: Secret Passage Map to the Royal Kitchens)”However, hidden among the fluffy missions and sweet family moments lies a deeper purpose—uniting the fractured kingdom of Florabelle. To succeed, Evelisse must bring together not just her brothers, but also the cunning villains, misunderstood nobles, and even the eccentric court magicians, using the most powerful weapon in her tiny arsenal: OVERWHELMING CUTENESS and SMARTS.With her Fluff System guiding her and a heart determined to bring warmth to every corner of the kingdom, Evelisse sets out to become not just a pampered princess, but the heart and soul of Florabelle.After all, who knew that the key to uniting a kingdom could be as simple as a pouty lip, teary eyes, and a warm hug?

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”