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

Only a flash in the mirror, and Miss Aleister had changed back into Lady Bayard.


That youthful voice suddenly became hoarse and magnetic: "Is this a common ailment among you Alchemists, or is it the destiny of Balancers...


"I have a sister, who had the same issue—Balancers tend to rationalize the world, and in turn, their thinking is prone to becoming rigid."


But he clearly cared about Alchemy, hence he subconsciously retorted: "Assuming we decipher the world and eventually arrive at the 'Greater Formula' that explains everything, then there shouldn't be any problem."


"...So you're an Alchemist of the 'Greater Formula' faction, a rare breed indeed."


Chapter 287 Aleister: Beat Them All Up!_2