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)

Valen blinked dazedly, looking around. The forest? He frowned when he recognized the trees and the flow of mana. But why didn't he recognize it immediately?

Valen looked up, and what he saw was...darkness.

Where was the moon? The stars? Where was the freaking sky?

The top of the forest was completely dark, as if it was shrouded in a massive black veil. That was why Valen couldn't recognize where he was. The lakeside forest, even at night, was not dark. Moonlight shone through the thin foliage, glowing mushrooms climbed the trees, and unique plants from the realm of nature shone like scattered candles.

But this time, not even those little mushrooms and flowers shone, as if lights were getting sucked by something. It was like how a Nightmare fear would induce cold even in the middle of a Salamander's volcano.

"What...what is happening?" Valen gasped in bewilderment. "Why is the forest like thi--ughh!"

Mother Nature