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's eyes widened slightly, finding it somewhat incomprehensible: "Paths... can they be reversed?"


Suddenly, a person wearing black gloves patted him on the shoulder from behind.


A very familiar voice rang in his ear: "Don't be nervous, Aiwass. This is normal."


That was the voice of the Lord of Scalefeather.


In Aiwass's eyes, the world around him quickly dimmed down. It was as if it had become night, and the curtains were drawn. Only a small circle of space around him remained brightly lit.


Chapter 217: Lord of Scalefeather: Let Me Do It