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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

Sometimes I feel like I'm the protagonist

"Who are you?!" a voice reverberating loudly in the crater. It sounded young, boyish, and came from everywhere and echoed like a ball bouncing through the wall. "Are you with those uglies?!"

Wow...I knew they were monsters, but...

"Do we look like those things?"

"You all look the same," the voice scoffed.

Pfft--I let out a giggle in reflex. It was so funny because there was nothing similar between corrupted beasts and abyssal monsters and demons, much less humans. So it sounded like a boy being petty for no reason.

Jade, meanwhile, tilted its head here and there, confused at the new voice while trying to pinpoint the source.

"But not you," the voice somehow came so close to my neck, even though there was nothing there. Jade flinched and Natha narrowed his eyes while looking around slowly, observing every crevice of the craters.