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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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660 Chs

Location awareness is also a crucial skill to have

Ah, I said it playfully, but this was actually a serious matter.

Perhaps because I now held the 'Judgment', I could feel the lingering thoughts buried in this land better. That bitter, sad feeling seeped into my core and crawled into my ear to scream for help. It created a suffocating feeling that was different from polluted mana. I wondered if this was what people felt when strolling into a haunted house or an abandoned hospital.

It wasn't a ghost or anything. What was left behind was the negative thought; the scream of a son calling for his mother as he was dying, the curse people hurled as they were stabbed and blasted, the cry of a father thinking about his family...