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

He was not sure if it was just his imagination... Yunus always felt a bit panicky, uneasy.


After Aiwass was sent to the Fairy Kingdom by Lady Grace, Mage Maxim, who had originally been very kind to him, suddenly became cold and distant.


Mage Maxim scrutinized Yunus carefully, with the smile that once graced his face now vanishing.


Those originally warm and grateful eyes also shifted into a cold, scrutinizing gaze.


But I didn't say anything at all just now!


So he put on a relaxed smile, and while playing his modified harp, producing melodious tunes, he approached Mage Maxim and let out his signature triple laugh, "My hospitable and kind friend, I have a small favor to ask..."


Suddenly, Mage Maxim pushed up his round glasses, his tone calm as he interrupted Yunus, "Do me a favor, will you?"


Although it was phrased as a favor, the tone of the Mage with glasses was so certain and serious.


Chapter 158: The Bard and His Protagonist