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 awoke to a persistent shaking and the crisp sound of music.


It even brought back memories of a hangover from a previous life and the sensation of waking up the next day.


He slowly opened his eyes to find himself lying on a dry and tidy bed, with sunlight streaming through the window onto the blanket.


The thin quilt was encased in Elven Style pure white silk, devoid of any decorations. His room was small, probably no more than ten square meters. Aside from the bed beneath him, there was only a wardrobe and a desk with cabinets.


Stamped documents lay on the desk, and the cabinet above was adorned with various trinkets.


Chapter 166 Where to go, whom to kill, how many?