Not praying for ten strings

During the demon-summoning ceremony, Aiwass finally recalled his past life's memories.
This should be an online game that his family's company had released and operated for six years. Now, his foster father was the leader of the latest version's antagonist organization.
He would expose his identity six years later, hesitate and then defect from the protagonist's side. Ultimately, because he decided to take a fatal strike meant for the player character, he was killed by his upright older brother in a transitional CG without even a chance to enter the main content.
——But the problem was not too significant. Aiwass also knew many secret advancement routes exclusive to the player character, as well as the Nurturing Secret Sequel regulations of the various Paths. He believed he could reverse his unfortunate fate……
So now there was only one issue left.
"According to the original plot, shouldn't I have been rescued by the protagonist before this lousy ceremony even began?"
Tied to the ceremonial altar as a sacrifice, Aiwass fell into contemplation.
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Keywords: Victorian Fantasy, Amber Flow


When the plot-skips players into the game world

Aiwass suddenly spoke, "You should be able to come out in the open, right?"


Her shadow trembled slightly, then coalesced beside her.


But the Shadow Demon didn't take on the appearance of Beyard. Instead, it first formed into a black silhouette, and then color smeared over it, transforming into the likeness of Assassin Miss Croix.


The only thing that made her look non-human was the ominous smog that swirled around her, like black tentacles. Where shadows should have been, they came to life as smog, wrapping around her body.


This made her appear less three-dimensional due to the lack of shadows, giving off a peculiar sense of incongruity.


Unlike Beyard's mature, icy, and sharp features, Croix had the beautiful and bright appearance of a young girl. She had caramel-colored short curls and a cute smile on her face, which felt warm and sweet. She wore a light, white dress, in stark contrast to Beyard's heavy black gown.


Chapter 325: The Awareness of Being a Monster