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System Bug: Heroine Forced to Marry the Villain

Why does the heroine have to marry the villain? It started just as a game, but now it's her new reality! Pandemic Year 5. Chiaki Spring is just freshly dumped from her years-long relationship. Humankind sees no future, and her working condition is miserable. She’s determined to start life anew by joining a metaverse called the Dome. Chiaki transmigrates into a strong and promiscuous heroine based on the action-adventure game she’s obsessed with. Unfortunately, System forces her to marry the villain character of the original game. Does Lance Hua put his heart into this marriage or view her as merely a tool for power? What big secret lurks underneath this scheming System? ================ Excerpt ================ "I'm not a sophisticated cook; my home cooking is so-so." "I can cook just fine." "Please split the house chores. With my guardianship duty, it's impossible for me to do the housekeeping alone." "Do you think I can't pay for cleaners?" Chiaki looked up from beneath her long lashes. "And lastly, um, don't force me in bed without my consent." The Evil Lord of the Northern region leaned closer, lowering his head until his dark irises turned blurred in her vision. "Do I even look like I want to sleep with you?" ======= This novel shares the same universe as my other novel, Taking Back This Battered World (TBTBW). However, you can read this transmigration novel without knowing the background in TBTBW first because I will re-explain the concepts and keywords as the story progresses. A bit spoiler: some characters from TBTBW will be briefly mentioned or make a brief appearance here. ======= Follow me on Insta: @heavenlyflower_sl Read my other novel: [FL] - shares the same universe as this novel Taking Back This Battered World ======= Cover not owned by author. Copyright goes to the artist who drew and posted it on Pinterest. Text made by logo design on Flamingtext.

HeavenlyFlower · Romance
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148 Chs

Protecting Lance

The archery courtyard behind the Council hall was unusually crowded. The new intake of the Council members started early in the year every five years. They were usually handpicked by the existing Council members, with the blessings of Grand Elder Marion and many other elders in a signed paper, and they had to start their duties in mid-January.

After the one-week holiday, these promising young men and women, around twenty years old, left their homes to depart for the capital city Council hall, meeting their mentors and personal merit officers. Chiaki saw there were fifty of them this year. These were the best candidates, the cream of the crop, of thousands of youth who applied for the position after graduating from the academy.