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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

Isn’t it nice when our imagination is finally on point?

"So it was true? The stagnancy I felt in this place was because it was a suspended space?" I gasped and tilted my head to look at Natha.

"Well, not truly suspended, since time still flows for her and for us," Natha explained while looking around the space he hadn't visited in a long time. "The land just kept repeating each day."

Repeating each day but only for a select point? It would mean that anything growing during the day would revert back to the condition twenty-four hours before; the weather, the sky, the wind blow--everything would be the same. Even if I came here and purposefully spread pollen so more plants would grow, everything would return to how it was supposed to be yesterday.

Everything that was blanketed by those nets of mana.