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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

Nothing’s happened today...

It felt weird...

I finally understood the expression of 'limbs turn to jelly' with how my body moved. It felt like I turned really flexible, like I could bend however I wanted, even spiraling to the sky. But I also felt slow and rather sluggish.

The strange feeling of losing organs was unsettling, and I felt heavy and light at the same time, however weird it sounded. My senses were subdued, or rather, I perceived my surrounding differently. Instead of using physical senses, I used mana perception--which made sense, since I had no organ right now.

Which was why, while sensing the noise from the riverside, I had no idea what Doun was shouting. Jade, for sure, was just chirping. Perhaps if I had a higher level of perception, I would be able to hear them clearer, but whether it was due to my low proficiency, or because this was my first time, I felt like hearing them while being underwater.