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

After Isabel provided her definitive opinion, the previously insistent Great Justice unexpectedly chose to comply.


Everyone agreed, and the matter was thus settled.


Subsequent challenges with public opinion and various emergency plans were handed over to Great Justice Arios. He was to return and discuss with Mycroft, proposing several solutions.


But after the Great Guardian and the Great Justice left, Ligeia did not choose to follow them.


She just looked at Isabel with relief—although Ligeia's appearance as a little girl made this sight somewhat awkward, it was unexpectedly harmonious.


She smiled, drew close, jumped into Isabel's arms, and gently touched Isabel's head.


Ligeia, like a little adult, gently stroked Isabel's soft, light golden hair and gently touched her forehead to Isabel's: "Now you finally look a bit like a Monarch."


Isabel slightly bowed her head and hugged Ligeia back around the waist.


Chapter 212: Hope and Love Make People Strong