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 surveyed Count Doane, frozen into an ice statue, and habitually pinched his own chin.


The Honey Badger standing quietly beside did just now shrink its pupils suddenly.


She had seen similar expressions before—those were the desire-filled gazes of the Sons of the Moon when they scanned their young blood servants. Just like how a chef eagerly looked at a prime cut of beef, pondering how to slice and cook it.


As an Upper-Level Demon, and particularly as a demon with special strike capabilities against the vigorous-blooded race of the Sons of the Moon, the Demon of Winter was quite helpful for Aiwass's next move.


It wasn't that it couldn't be sealed into a Great Sin Card... but it felt like something of a waste.


And if only one card was used for sealing, then the only option left would be one single card.


The same card as the Earthbound Spirit Alice.


Chapter 295: The Wrath of an Eighty-Year-Old Corporate Slave