Poison Genius Consort - Chapter 57: Snake fight, formidable strength

[Warning: R-18]Lukas had just started making his career in a good company, allowing his family to live comfortably, when he was poisoned by some of his jealous colleges during his promotion-celebration dinner.Everything blanked out in front of his eyes and he thought he was dead.Miraculously, however, he regained his senses but he was no longer the Lukas Adams, the rising star of his company--he was now Lukas Rivervale, the youngest son of Viscount Raymond.Clearly, he had transmigrated.After accepting his new reality, he realized the world he was in was a Magic World, dominated by Mages.In this world, only strong were respected and because he had failed his awakening ceremony at the age of 12, he was despised and looked down up.What a tragedy!Fortunately, the Goddess of Luck seemed to be smiling upon him because he realized he now possessed the Legacy of an Arcane Mage, one the strongest beings to ever live in this world.Vowing to become the strong enough to find a way back to the Earth and take revenge on those who plotted against him, he embarks on the path of a Mage.

A Betrayal of Fate--- Anos Voldigoad, a young man of noble spirit, faces a devastating turn of events. Betrayed by his own kind and the woman he loves, he’s thrust into a world of darkness and despair. His world shattered, his parents murdered, and his beloved forced into the arms of his sworn enemy, Anos questions the cruel hand of fate. As he succumbs to his mortal wounds, a final, haunting image lingers: the smug grin of his tormentor, taunting him with promises of his lover’s destruction. In his dying breath, Anos wonders: Why has God forsaken him? Is it because of his weakness, his goodness? As the darkness claims him, a seed of vengeance is planted, a promise to rise from the ashes and exact his revenge, no matter the cost.

I smile. I know I smile. I just don't know when.“Entropy?” After all, the blood in my veins dried up decades ago, only dust remains.“Ephemera?” My begging longingness—all of my dreams, devoured by void. Left is but an empty shell—hollow inside.“Life?” Paradox.“Death?” Cold, but equal for all. Just like the blood in my heart's arteries and veins— frozen—time immemorial.“Universe?” Its fabric—time and space, wrapped around like some illusion, a grand simulation—just like that dream...faint, but there.“Dream?” I couldn't tell...very...disorderly like chaos, like silhouette in the mist, hard to capture, it's memory very faint.“Home?”“Home?”“Are you there?”...***Reality fiction.

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?