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

The sweet scent drifting in the air gradually dispersed.


That was a fragrance that would make Paul think of litchis, burning pine resin, and warm rose wine.


As he slowly woke from that enchanting state, he only felt an unusual, feverish heat all over his body, as if he had a fever... In contrast, his body was so weak, and yet his mind was so clear.


His first reaction was to roll up his sleeve and look at his forearm.


The kiss mark that had lingered there for many years had now vanished without a trace.


—This signified that the beguiling curse that had haunted his body like a nightmare had now disappeared.


He was not an escaped Blood Slave... in fact, he was still under his master's control.


And for this reason, his Charm Curse had been actively suppressed—this was indeed his master's method.


The young lady sat quietly curled up in a corner of the sofa, sucking on a fruit liquor with not a low alcohol content.


Chapter 268: Professor Laximi and the Blood Coral