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 wasn't clear whether it was the potency of the Giant's Heart that was sufficient, or if Arthur's own strength was already strong enough.


Before the "Copper Pot Roasted Giant Miscellany" was finished, Arthur's wounds had completely healed.


—His body had been shattered like cracked porcelain, and now it had been restored to its original state.


Even so, Arthur's expression remained calm and indifferent.


He was silent when struggling, silent when charging, silent in victory, silent in pain, and still silent and as tranquil as winter after his recovery.


After he finished making his assessments and suggestions to Aiwass, he fell silent once again.


As if apart from teaching and giving advice, he normally had nothing to say.


After finishing his meal, he wiped his oil-stained mouth with his right arm. Arthur stood up and walked to the window.


Chapter 174: Slaying from the Past to the Future