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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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659 Chs

Forgetfulness is a part of mortal nature...right?

I dreamt of countless specks of light.

I was one of them, floating in swirling darkness that felt like it was suspended and in motion at the same time. It felt like I had a dream quite like this before, but I didn't really remember when.

While floating, I realized that each speck of light was different; some glow bright, some dim, some had jaded edges, and some felt hollow. Me...I was cracked, but not too much.

At least, I felt like I wasn't as damaged as before, although why I knew that, I had no idea.

I was floating and floating, rotating like a little star in a massive solar system. Gradually, I realized that there was indeed a core in this darkness, although I was pretty sure it wasn't a sun. But it felt like it had a gravity that kept us specks of light existing inside this darkness.

And the more I moved forward among the many specks of light, I felt the core watching me; keenly, sadly, eagerly.

[Soon...]