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

Pilotti Manor, which in the pricey Leipzig could certainly be considered a mansion.


Perhaps it was also because of his status, and his close relationship with Count Leipzig, that he was allotted even more land.


In terms of luxury, it was not a whit inferior to the estate of Count Doane.


But now... it had been completely reduced to ruins.


The power of that explosion far exceeded the limit that a Fourth Level Transcendent could withstand—its sound was enough to shake heaven and earth, and even caused the entire Leipzig City to "tremble" physically.


The explosion at the city center jolted the residents at the edges of Leipzig awake in an instant. Peeking out their windows, they could see the black and red mushroom cloud rising slowly at the city's heart. If they had woken a bit earlier, they would also encounter the rapidly diminishing blood rain and the brightening dawn sky.


"What happened, what happened? Are the Avalonians attacking?"


"Damn, which Alchemist workshop blew up?"


Chapter 309 Anna Sprengel