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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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636 Chs

Isn’t it frustrating when your anger has nowhere to be placed?

I wanted to see Shwa, I really do. I was dying to see my little flower and told them it's okay, I'm fine, don't feel guilty about anything...

But I couldn't even bring myself to get out of the bed.

I was expecting my core to be filled--maybe not fully, but at least half of it--but no; my core was stagnant, perhaps even going down for a bit. This was despite my natural rejuvenation.

At first, I thought my genetic ability was broken. Upon inspection, however, I found nothing wrong with my rejuvenation--it worked as it intended to. This meant one thing;

The rate of my mana consumption was greater than my mana recovery.

So, it wasn't just the blooming that sucked my mana dry all at once, but the daily consumption afterward was increasing. I could probably manage not to get my tank completely empty by absorbing mana from the environment and the mana stones, as well as eating the food designated for vampires. But to fill my mana core again...