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

It seemed that without the influence of the hourglass in this promotion ceremony... The Night Fiend summoned by Aiwass did not have the combat restrictions it had in the material realm.


Aiwass did not enter, he simply flew high in the sky, overlooking the ground.


In the blink of an eye, the Night Fiend smashed through the gates and rushed into the Holy Temple.


Of course, Aiwass could not see what was happening inside...


In Aiwass's right eye's field of view, the Holy Temple immediately emitted an ominous red light. Then several clusters of red flames burst into life... Soon after, an even more exaggerated black vortex suddenly expanded, swallowing the flames.


Roars, collisions, and screams mixed together, followed by the sounds of limbs being torn apart, and bones bending and breaking. In the end, only a dense and terrifying chewing sound remained.


Chapter 170: Judgment of the Blood Rain