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

As the Penalty Demons appeared, the night sky suddenly turned even more somber.


They spun the silvery chains in their hands, adorned with sharp barbs, as if brandishing meteor hammers. Bolts of thunder madly attacked everything around—buildings, the sea, the ground, and even other Demons.


At that moment, a downpour suddenly descended.


It was a torrential rain that rose white mist, enough to obscure vision. When the raindrops hit the body, it felt like the sting of being beaten.


This rain would undoubtedly further enhance the destructive power of the Thunder.


The lightning summoned from nature itself, with its near-infinite strength—those bolts of thunder seemed almost like a continuous chain, from beginning to end linking the ship "Cruel Evangelist" with the heavens above!


Chapter 473: Reliable Isabel