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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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656 Chs

A refreshing drink is the least you could ask when a deity is kidnapping you

Ugh...again?

When I suddenly felt weightless and my vision turned dark, I was no longer surprised, immediately knew what this was. In the next second, I felt my feet touch a modern tile, and the view unfolded into an empty but cozy-looking coffee shop.

This deity truly stuck to His concept, huh?

I looked around the coffee shop, and my eyes landed on a seat beside the window. This time, it wasn't a boy with a formal suit, but the adult version with a casual blazer. As I walked closer, I saw my reflection in the window, and what do you know--I was clad in a fluffy white sweater and jeans.

Well, I guessed the ceremonial black robe did not match the coffee shop aesthetic.

He didn't tell me to, but I took a seat in front of him anyway. "Can't you like...calling me in a more inconspicuous manner?"

His dark eyes narrowed. "You show less and less respect each time."