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The Demon Lord’s Bride (BL)

Getting transmigrated inside a novel is not really a bad thing—you know the story, you have the power of the future in your hand, you know all the hidden keys. You might as well end up as the most powerful and omniscient being in that world. That is, if you don’t wake up during the epilogue. And yet I find myself in the body of a fallen priest at the end of the novel, a tragic hero who had his mana circuit broken in the last war, being shunned, drown in debt, and destined to die not long after. Fortunately, I know just the cure. Unfortunately, the cure was in the hand of one of the Demon Lords—you know, the race that my kingdom just wage war with. Would he give me the cure if I asked him politely? There’s no harm in trying, right? I’d die if I didn’t get the cure, anyway. “Sure, but you have to be my bride as the price,” the Demon Lord said. ...huh? Sir, you know I’m (technically) a priest, right?

Aerlev · LGBT+
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496 Chs

Apparently, we can't have aneurysm inside an illusionary world, so I'll be okay

The hand of God stretched toward me, and I watched in horror and fascination as the dark third eye opened. 

Ugh—this nauseating sensation again. I found myself stumbled forward and almost face-to-face with a deep, dark void before a strong grip pulled me back. 

"Oh, thank yo—" I looked back and my voice got stuck in my throat, because the kid wasn't a kid anymore!

Still in a black suit—that meticulous, made-to-fit three-piece—and a red tie that was in the same color as his eyes, the Demon God was now a full-grown adult. Not just an adult, but looking like a middle-aged man; a very handsome one, in case you're curious, just like what I had thought how the kid would grow up. And now that I was closer, I could see that his pale skin had patterns on them, almost like an invisible tattoo. 

Ah, so that was the alpha seed.

"Umm..."

"What?"