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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
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495 Chs

The prerequisite of becoming a cupid is having a pair of wings

People said visualization was good for learning, so that was what I did.

I tried to visualize mana in the way people visualized atomic particles. All this while, I had been looking at it too abstractly, looking at the environment like I was looking at a painting. Perhaps because at the start, I saw this world as a novel. And when we looked at things too broadly, it was hard to focus.

But now, rather than looking at the whole picture, I tried to look at the centerpiece. Rather than feeling the whole mana, I tried to focus on the tip that led the whole flow, imagining them as those atomic particles and trying to lead them inside my body by moving those particles. A concentrated effort rather than relying on my druid genetic instinct.

By following the movement of a certain part keenly, I kept my mind busy enough from wandering around, even as the characteristic of mana was knocking on my mind palace persistently.