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

As night falls, little starlights begin to illuminate the city of Leipzig, the City of Knowledge.


They are bright yet not dazzling white illusory spheres, floating above the streets.


Under a clear night sky, Aleister strolls through the streets with a black umbrella open.


She admires the scenery before her and wonders, "Is this the product of Stibium Alchemy?"


"Strictly speaking, it should be considered a by-product."


The Honey Badger clearly knows more about it.


With no one around, she doesn't have to pretend to be a retainer and speaks directly, "A few years ago, Stibium's Royal Alchemy Association developed a technology to crush failed products into a pure energy source.


Chapter 279 Leipzig, the City of Knowledge