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

Aiwass did not immediately open his eyes, but continued his prayer.


Only now, his prayer's focus had shifted—from all of Star Antimony to this warship.


"I beseech Amber, the God of Nine, the God of Supreme Pinnacle, the God of Eternal Perfection—"


As Aiwass murmured in a low voice, the amber power began to spread and expand around him, forming a hemispherical shield.


The ship had originally been floating on the water's surface, but now, as the water was solidified by the amber power into ice, the Elf Warship transformed into a perfect fixed turret.


The priests stepped into their positions one by one.


—Positions that resembled steering wheels made of antlers.


They gripped the antlers with both hands, closed their eyes, infused mana, and focused their minds, causing the candles on the antlers to ignite out of thin air.


As the priests took their positions within the cabin, clusters of candlelight lit up one after another, illuminating the previously dim interior of the ship.


Chapter 472: Sailing from History!