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

The girl's struggle had obviously angered the Earl.


Or perhaps it was because the Earl deemed her moral bottom line not low enough, her descent not deep enough, so he eliminated her.


Or maybe, irritated by Viscount Conley's fussing around here, the Earl chose to vent his anger on the poor girl... It was even possible he simply wanted to give Viscount Conley a warning.


And yet Viscount Conley remained relentless.


After all, Count Dorn had no record of ever killing a Son of the Moon, which was the basis for his cooperation with them.


Viscount Conley knew that the other party would not break this rule with him—because he was not worth it.


What Viscount Conley did not know was that through some means, Count Dorn had learned he was caught in a scheme of the Red Chancellor—the false peace was about to end, so Count Dorn had simply locked him up.


Thinking of this, Aleister's eyes flickered with thought.


Chapter 298: Survivor Syndrome