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

Before the merging, she had felt an abnormal rage... She finally understood the thoughts of Prince Xiyaldo completely.


If she truly were a Son of the Moon... once murderous thoughts arose in such a situation, perhaps there would be no returning. Up till now, she had maintained her purity and kindness, but once she broke her vow, the fall could be swift.


This is the so-called broken window effect.


"I need to protect the cleanliness of that child's 'tombstone'."


Prince Xiyaldo said solemnly: "She became the Son of the Moon at such a young age. I don't even know what kind of hardships she has faced...


"Even if it's just another person who obtained her memories and appearance, you at least know her past difficulties."


"Claiming hatred towards the Son of the Moon, yet protecting them actively... What a pretentious and complicated man."


Miss Aleister scoffed: "Indeed, she is a tough girl...


"—She used to be a blood slave, number 14. Does that make sense to you?"


Chapter 285: Escalating Rage Atmosphere