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

Count Dorn casually gestured, and a mirror surface suddenly shimmered with a rainbow radiance.


That was the brilliance flowing out from the mirror. It was as if it reflected something luminous in front of it, something began to emerge within the mirror… but in front of it was only void.


As it burst out in a blaze of light, a man indeed appeared in front of it.


He was a middle-aged man dressed neatly, with a severe demeanor. He wore a butler's attire, with a crow perched on his shoulder, its pupils blood-red. After being transferred, he calmly adjusted his tie without uttering a word.


Count Dorn's pupils slightly constricted.


——Because he faintly sensed a feeling of danger.


The middle-aged man in front of him looked like an ordinary person, showing no hint of the luminance of Path powers. But his instincts were continuously warning him.


This man looked as though he was hidden within a shroud of shadows… Any probe attempts on him would be futile.


Chapter 293: Aleister's Frappuccino!