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

Accompanied by the long and mournful sound of police sirens, the Police Station's vehicles stopped well outside the boundary line of Pilotti Manor.


But unlike the situation at the White Dove Opera House, this time the Police Station didn't drive their "police line" fortress right up to the front door. It was just a few old-fashioned open-top cars, belching black smoke and making noise like tractors. Several experienced officers stood outside the barrier, constantly requesting backup.


And two streets over, exactly four "police lines" completely blocked off the crossroads.


On one of those "police lines," a young female officer, who looked barely into her twenties, asked her seasoned senior with some bewilderment: "Are we just waiting here? But from this position... we can't keep an eye on them at all, can we?"


Chapter 312: The Collapsing Economy