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

After mastering Elf knowledge, Aiwass could also confirm—that this trading mode could indeed be approved by market regulators.


Because essentially, one provides their own materials, and hires a Ritualist to arrange the rituals for them. Worrying that the other party might use one's precious ritual materials without completing the ritual, they charge a deposit...


But in fact, the Ritualist is using the deposit to buy the "right to arrange the ritual" to practice.


This indeed blocks a loophole in the current rules of the Holy Nation.


In terms of Elf dignity, even if they figure it out, they won't get mad or renege... At most, they'd patch it up, blocking this form of "deposit-based trade" afterward.


Aleister quietly conveyed these matters in her heart to the distant Aiwass—only Aiwass had become quiet, with no response.


She could only feel a silent and warm sensation coming from that end, like closing her eyes to embrace The Sun.


...Never mind, it seems he's already asleep.


Chapter 270 I Had a Lot of Fun