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

   Hearing Grey's words, Aiwass was momentarily stunned, his eyes widening slightly.


   His brain still felt intensely fluffy—not the excitement and imbalance of being drunk. The feeling was like curling up in a dry and warm quilt on a cold winter day; if he closed his eyes now, he would likely swiftly enter a state of boundless tranquility.


   Because of this, Aiwass felt his brain working sluggishly for the first time.


   Fortunately, his instincts were still functioning, sharply sensing something amiss—although he couldn't instantly clarify why he felt this way, Aiwass subconsciously wanted to raise his hand.


   Whatever was about to happen, he couldn't handle it in his current state. It would be better to refuse now and talk about it after he had sobered up.


   Such a thought briefly crossed his mind.


   —But then, Aiwass realized he simply could not lift his hand.


   The hand he typically used to comfort Grey was firmly grasped by her, unable to break free.


Chapter 239 Now the Alcohol Really Woke Me Up