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

Watching the sapphire Mockingbird flutter away leisurely, Aiwass merely revealed a lighthearted smile.


Now, Aiwass was no longer that afraid of Moriarty.


——That's how the intelligence war is, seemingly calm but actually perilous.


A mere issue in the phrasing of a word could be torn open by a keen hunter, exposing such a huge flaw; just a difference in the information contained in a single sentence could instantly reverse the positions of strength and weakness between two people.


Although "knowledge is poisonous"… from another perspective, cognition itself is also a form of strength.


Chapter 152 What, the intelligence is fake?