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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

Note: Birthday suit is just a natural state of things

I felt weightless, again, so I knew I was in another lucid dream. 

But it wasn't dark, and I wasn't a speck of light. Also, this time, I could move my body instead of just floating following an orbit.

Oh? 

Oh! I had a body now!

I looked exactly the same way I did these past few months; long hair, meatier, a bit of fat hanging around my belly...ah, I belatedly realized I was naked. 

Slowly, I directed my gaze to the surrounding view, which felt foreign but very nostalgic. It was a forest, but not colorful like the one in the Lair. It also didn't look like the training chamber that I blew off. Strangely, even with the unfamiliarity, I didn't feel anxious.

As if...I was just strolling in my garden.

Obviously, even if it was my garden, I wouldn't roam around naked.