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

Before Christina left, Aleister considerately had the Mirror Demon find her several sets of new clothes and even some jewelry.


These would come in handy when she transferred to the Spirit Summoning Tower.


This is like inviting me to feast on meat, and you get to share in the soup—Aleister, feeling too lazy to rummage through the treasure chest himself, had the Mirror Demon carry all the valuables for him.


"...What if someone discovers the Earl has been murdered and his possessions stolen... and the clothes I'm wearing just happen to match up, mentor?" 


At that moment, Christina asked Aleister, concerned.


Aleister casually provided the answer: "Don't worry, no one will find out."


Although Christina still didn't understand Aleister's logic, she chose to trust him.


After all, Aleister had saved her when she was already dead. Strictly speaking, her life belonged to Aleister.


...At worst, she could just hide these things away and not wear them outside.


Chapter 305: Shattered Impure Flesh