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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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498 Chs

Great inventions come with great responsibility

"Oh, you tamed His Lordship already?" Lesta greeted me with a casual diss to his boss as usual.

"He's not a beast, Lesta," I wiggled my finger. "But let's just say I did. Anyway, are you done?"

"Who do you think I am?" the demon scoffed, flicking the scroll in his hand before showing it to me. "The materials used in making this are too crude for my taste, but that makes it easier to tamper, so I won't complain."

Pfft--look at this posh former street demon. Of course, the material used in the Castle of Greed would be miles better than the one used by an almost broke magician who had been troubled by mana deficiency for years. 

"So we can use this for six people now, right?" I took the scroll and looked at it. The change couldn't be seen with untrained eyes, but I could still understand the pattern. But this...