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

When Aiwass realized that the cake cart beneath him had begun to slow down, he knew they were nearing their destination.


Thus, the rhythm of his piano playing also gradually slowed until, after opening the final door, it came to a stop right in front of the ice throne.


The piano in front of Aiwass turned into sparkling dust and returned to its original form as the blue-haired fairy named Liya.


She was clearly dizzy from the transformation, thus when she reverted to her original form, she flopped down onto Aiwass's lap. Aiwass picked her up and pocketed her, then respectfully saluted the Fairy Queen:


"May you be joyful forever, Her Majesty Titania."


Titania spoke with an elegant and sensible voice, "I've heard of your stories for a long time, and I've been quite curious about you."


Though still a girlish voice, it felt at least a decade older than the playful fairies', just by listening to that calm tone.


Chapter 145 Bird·James Thus Spoke