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 Royal Alchemy Association is not like those weak alchemists who protect their recipes by registering patents. Instead, they adopt a more direct approach—collaborating closely with assassin organizations and the police station, any attempts at piracy or decryption are dealt with decisively.


And Police Officer Jack continued, "Those swindlers paid a hefty deposit urging my father to speed up production, citing their ongoing road and housing constructions on the Southern Continent, and the need for a large quantity of high-strength bricks. Since they promised more orders to follow... my father expanded the factory with that deposit, and hired a lot of staff with high salaries—to hire people then, you had to offer high pay as everyone was scrambling for workers.


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