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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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695 Chs

Valor of The Blessed

How many times had Haikal cursed? He prided himself as the Castle of Greed's chief guard, making an oath to protect his future charge, but--

He couldn't even curse out loud because he had no leeway to breathe carelessly. The enemies were not very strong, but they utilized all kinds of poisons. Right away, they were ambushed by many poisonous darts which incapacitated a quarter of the guards patrolling with Haikal. When they still looking for the source of the dart, a swarm of venomous snakes was released, making them too busy to deflect several smoke bombs rolling into their midst--of course, the smoke was poisonous too.

Naturally, Haikal's first instinct was to get away from the poisonous area, but every time he got close to the border, a splash of acid would attack him--as well as the other--and push him back into the smoke.