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

From the shattered shell of the Bear Celestial Marshal, an incomparably brilliant and magnificent Red seeped out.


It was like the beautiful, illusionary light seen when a kaleidoscope made of red crystals was aimed at a light source.


The four-winged "Supreme Heaven" dissolved entirely like ashes, yet its tattered humanoid silhouette was still visible—like a half-melted ice block or a sugar painting, looking as if it were fit to be forcefully crushed with a bite.


Standing before him, the Silver-Crowned Dragon slowly raised his Sword blade.


His solemn hands grasped the Holy Sword—heavily swinging it down!


Only the sound of shattering glass was heard, and that humanoid silhouette instantly fragmented, turning into a stream of crimson light flying towards the sky.


As the Lord of Scalefeather slightly lifted his right hand, a portion of the light gathered in his hand, forming a crimson crystal with at least twenty sharp angles.


Chapter 200: Reversal of Yin and Yang