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

Aleister was embraced by the girl as they entered the White Dove Opera House.


Halfway through, she also attempted to cast a glance at the Honey Badger… who, disguised as a middle-aged man, merely nodded calmly at Aleister, indicating that this was standard procedure, with no significant problems.


At this moment, Lady Honey Badger was also being tightly clung to by another Bunny Girl.


Different from Aleister's side—this was a Bunny Girl with long curly chestnut hair. She looked to be about twenty-five or twenty-six, fully blossomed with exceptionally scaled cleavage in front. Right now, Honey Badger's arm was deeply buried in it.


However, his appearance was so commonplace and indifferent. This made the Bunny Girl's face show an obvious unwillingness, and she even deliberately hugged his arm tighter, pressing her whole weight onto him.


It was a very blatant, utterly unhidden act of ingratiating herself.


Upon seeing this, Aleister turned her head to look at the girl by her side.


Chapter 280: White Dove Opera House