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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

There's a reason why game systems use numbers as parameters

Hmm...Natha was right; these soldiers couldn't hurt me.

Despite getting a bit rusty from skipping cold weapon training these days, I didn't feel threatened during the mock battle. At first, I tried hard to trace back Valmeier's muscle memory, for the first time ever since our soul merging, I pulled him out to invade our cells. But the guard regiment that sparred with me ended up sprawling on the floor one after another before I could even feel any sweat rolling down my back.

I didn't even release Alveitya's power, just using it as a simple spear. 

[Boring...]

Even my cheerleader stopped cheering after seeing that I didn't need one. Jade simply perched on one of the Colosseum's pillars to wait for the training to be over. 

"Haikal..."

"Yes, Young Master?" the guard commander replied while staring at the soldiers who were still helping each other to get off the ground with cold eyes.

"Umm...were you being careful not to hurt me?"