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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

Learning curve sometimes comes with pain

"This will really work, right?" I asked Izzi, who stood beside me with a hood covering his bright golden hair.

"Don't worry, Boss--I'm confident!" he said with a huff, emphasizing with hands on his hips.

I stared at the revolver in my hand, filled with bullets I had been made for the past few days while Izzi made corrections on the magical formations craved on the revolver that we had been working at. My gaze shifted to the wide plains in front of me, bordered by magically crafted trees and stone walls inside my private training chamber.

It all started when I told Izzi about what happened these last few days, to explain why I hadn't been in the research tower. As I expected, he looked disgusted at the mention of the Sarterian, and gasped horridly at the matter about the Lord of Lust.

"What the hell--that's sexual assault! In the Lord's own room? Is he suicidal?!" Izzi shuddered, more because he was scared of the repercussion of facing Natha's wrath.