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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 are all kinds of child-conceiving method in this world

"D...die?" I swallowed, unconsciously clutching my tingling abdomen—even though I knew there was no womb there.

Natha stroked my arm because I suddenly turned rigid, and D'Ara continued with a smile on her beautiful face--which, for me, felt very eerie. "A mortal body could not contain the power of the Primordial One, even in a fetus form. Even if you're a woman, the vessel would still be in this form," she said while tapping the seed's hard exterior; the vessel.

"Oh..."

Now that I thought about it, the Primordial One had already been symbolized by a black flower in the statuaries that the Demon God showed me. Natha had told me that the building I visited in that illusionary world might be the ruin that Natha visited to obtain the seed--when it hadn't been a ruin, at the very least.