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 was gently stroking the restless little crow while squinting his eyes, lost in his thoughts.


If it was true that Anna Kingsford was behind Alfonso's schemes, and he was killed by the Night Fiend's power… could it also imply that Lady Kingsford has some sort of connection with the Night Fiend?


At that moment, an overlapping chorus of voices suddenly resonated. It was as if four or five people with similar voices were speaking the same sentence with slightly different rhythms.


The voice emerged from the shattered mirrors in the midst of explosions. Though the ceiling and floor had already disintegrated into voids, the mirror that Aiwass and the Night Fiend used for protection was only shattered by the blast wave, turning into a heap of broken pieces.


Now, within these tattered fragments, multiple images of the Mirror Demon were reflected simultaneously.


Chapter 310: It's More Like a Gift