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

A spear of light as brilliant as the noonday sun, descended from the heavens like divine punishment.


It was like a rocket speeding up through the atmosphere, with each descent its luminescence intensified, its size expanded, and the complex runes upon it shone ever brighter.


By the time it reached the ground, it had undergone two evolutions.


Its tail flame was a twisted, branching light, making it resemble a tree composed purely of light—


And its massive volume indeed resembled a giant tree falling from the sky!


The Eternal Pope merely looked up with a solemn expression at Perfect Man Blym, showing hardly any reaction.


She raised her hand, and the rainbow-colored disc of light beneath her decomposed again into nine separate rings that floated up like springs, enveloping everyone outside.


Then, the ninefold light arrays suddenly flew out and reorganized themselves in the air.


Chapter 250: Always Lose on the Left Side of the Chessboard Since Ancient Times