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

In that transparent air, patterns emerged as if ice was shattering.


When Aleister took down the newly-formed Phantom Card from it.


In an instant, the intense frostiness dispersed and overflowed—covering mirrors, beds, furniture around the room with a layer of white frost in a mere moment. Honey Badger subconsciously shielded her face with her hands... Yet still, her hem was edged with frost.


And that pure ice-crafted Phantom Card was gradually shedding its frosty garment.


[Equipment Card: Scythe of Desolation (Death)]


[Effect: Summon the "Scythe of Desolation" (a Transcendent, otherworldly Weapon - a lightweight, sharp, cold, long-handled scythe with the Extraordinary Module "Scythe of Desolation")]


[Effect: Reuse and swing the scythe, ejecting nine invisible blades that automatically lock onto all targets already damaged by the wielder]


Chapter 297: Move a Matchstick to Make the Accounts Correct