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

"Just like Cardinal Belisarius... he has long been stationed in Parthian Ancient Country. I hold him in high esteem—since I was a child, I grew up listening to legends about him. It was also because of him that I joined the Judgment Core.


"Because the slavery system of the Parthian Ancient Country originated from their cultural and political systems. Although we all consider it wrong, we can't outright deny it—only when the Parthians themselves stand up and awaken can they utterly denounce themselves and advance to the next stage of civilization; any other form of physical intervention is inherently aggressive."


Cardinal Dominik said softly, "Without the 'Benevolent Lords,' Parthian Ancient Country would just be a lifeless desert. They entered into a pact with the Phantom Demons living in the Dreamworld Abyss, obtaining the ability to create water sources from thin air... forcing life to emerge in the deserts of Parthia where it should not exist, drawing oases from barren sands.


Chapter 245: The Plan to Kill the Celestial Marshal Ahead of Time