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

"If Miss Nilim were still here, hearing Yunus call himself a fairy would certainly have sent her storming over in a rage to scold him."


But as Yunus finished speaking, nothing happened at all.


The room was empty as if the little creature that had been hiding under Aiwass's hair had never appeared.


"It's because the sense of death about you was so strong that it drove Miss Nilim away."


Aiwass's mouth curved upwards ever so slightly, his tone mocking and malicious as he joked.


Sherlock's indifferent voice came from outside the door: "Open the door."


Aiwass walked over to open the door and let him in.


Yunus's smile was somewhat forced and tense as he returned to his previous, smooth chant-like tone, "Respected Mr. Sherlock, I have a doubt..."


140 Chapter What the Fairy Deprived of