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

As the female journalist finished taking photos, Aiwass also became somewhat interested in this journalist from the Iris Kingdom.


"May I ask, what is your name, and which newspaper do you work for?"


"Alice, Your Eminence. Alice de Hacourt."


The blonde journalist, dressed in a deep red bodycon minidress and high heels, immediately replied, "I am the Chief Reporter at the 'Iris Kingdom Gazette'... Here is my business card."


Speaking, the journalist, who shared a name with a young earthbound spirit girl, respectfully handed her simple white business card to Aiwass with both hands.


"I might visit the Gazette when I have the chance to go to the Iris Kingdom."


Aiwass said with a light laugh, handing the business card to the silently approaching Lily behind him, and he emphasized, "If the opportunity arises in the future."


And Lily, who had silently moved closer, whispered in Aiwass's ear, "She is an Adapter."


Chapter 231 Aiwass: Me?