Aerlev

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?

The Demon Lord’s Bride (BL)

Stepping over a portal did not take long; just as long as it took for someone to cross a door. One, or two seconds at most. Just blink and it was over.

But during the time it took her to blink, Zarfa felt something was wrong. The warmth in her hand was gone. And when she turned her head in curiosity, all she could see was Aina, who also looked at her in confusion. Their hands were similarly stretched out grasping into empty air.

They blinked and for a few seconds, just turned left and right to look for the half-druid. As they did, they realized that not only was Valen not there, but they also couldn't find Jin and Fatia who were supposed to be in front of them.

Instinctively, they shifted closer and held their outstretched hands instead. They waited for a while and when Ian, who should be following them after, did not come through the closing portal, they realized they were getting stranded inside the stone tower.

Tower Climbing is not just a game