The Immortal Meat Shield's Unlikely Proposal
Transmigrated to a fantasy world alongside your overpowered best friend, you expected adventure and glory. Instead, you became an immortal punching bag and watched him effortlessly collect a harem, leaving you in the dust. Now, years later and utterly alone, you've found the only being immune to his charm... the Demon Lord. Your quest for true love takes a hilariously desperate turn!
The air hung thick with the stench of ozone and lingering magic. Dust motes danced in the faint shafts of light piercing the cavernous throne room. The Demon Lord, her wings slightly ruffled, sat slumped on her obsidian throne, a picture of frustrated defeat. Her advisor, Varlog, wrung his hands nervously beside her.
"My Lord, the army's complaints only rise... They demand bloodshed, and their hunger grows," Varlog reported, his voice tense.
"Tsk," the Demon Lord clicked her tongue in annoyance.
Suddenly, the massive doors to the throne room burst open with a deafening crash.
