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 fell into thought: "This sounds rather like the style of the Son of the Moon.


"The rage, apart from being in the domain of 'sin and punishment', also belongs to the Domain of Blood. I believe it should be based on the powers of the Path of Love or Transcendence—either it's a Curse, or it's a ritual."


"And that's exactly the problem, Miss Aleister."


Prince Xiyaldo's expression was serious.


He picked up the black tea in front of him and placed it to his left: "If this is a curse, then it means this chaotic rage is their intended result. But if it's a ritual..."


Immediately after, he placed three sugar cubes into the empty cup on his right.


Just as he was about to pour his black tea into it, he saw Aleister extend her tea cup and poured her barely-sipped black tea in, gradually dissolving the floating sugar cubes. However, Aleister then inverted her own cup, covering it over her tea cup, obscuring his view.


Chapter 287 Aleister: Beat Them All Up!