mrmrcia

The moment that he tapped on the submit button, a blaring siren resounded within Aecateon’s ears.

[[ Warning! ]] 

[[ Warning! ]]

[[ “I M P R I S O N E D : E R O S S   T H E   M U R D E R E D” is incorrect ]]

[[ Player Igor Vali failed the 9th Guessing Opportunity ]]

Upon the appearance of the panel he dreaded to see, Aectaeon couldn’t stop himself from groaning inwardly. 

[[ Initiating Time Extension ]] 

[[ 10th Guessing Opportunity Countdown: 15 D ; 23 H ; 59 M ; 59 S ]]

[[ Clue {13th letter}: Harold __ Baster]]

[[ Player’s progress: I M P R I S O N E D : E R _ _ S   T H E   M U R D E R E D ]]

[[ Return Countdown: 20 D ; 19 H ; 30 M ; 14 S ]]

[[ Repeating Mission Order ]] 

[[ Mission ]]

[[ Complete the Title of the Current Game World ]]

[[ Reward ]] 

[[ A: Player will be permitted to choose the genre of the next world ]] 

[[ Penalty ]] 

[[ A: Forced forfeiture of artefact ownership ]]

With contempt in his eyes, Aectaeon watched as the series of transparent panels flashed quickly before his eyes. He slumped further down his seat as he felt the frustration coursing through his veins. 

‘There’s not much time between the Guessing Opportunity and the next transmigration. Meaning, I have to correctly predict what’s the last letter on my own. Luck better be on my side or hell be damned. That artefact will be an important key to my survival..’

As he thought of his unfortunate fate, Aectaeon began to regather his resolve. 

The man wanted to escape this system of endless transmigrations. However, if fate refused to align with his wishes, then there’s one thing left for him to do. 

And that was to set the system ablaze with the own fire that it created. 

{ Excerpt from the 4th Game World. }

Game Title Guessing System: Transmigration Ltd.

Simply envisaging that his Demons would suffer the same fate, Aectaeon held his breath. He couldn't take his eyes off of Yulervan's Demon.

"They targeted Nemschneirth simply for the fact that it was a Demon that was beyond level 100." Yulervan uttered, the anger in his voice evident, "By the way, you're aware of the Crimson League?"

Aectaon darted his head towards Yulervan and nodded.

"Yes, I've heard of them. Although, I don't know where they are as of the moment."

Despite the fact that he had lied, Aectaeon's spirit of vengeance was starting to grow on him. His desire was beyond what the mission had given him.

"But… are you sure about what you said? I only need more gold coins in order to buy some potions. You're a Mentor Meister. It won't be beneficial for you to go after a petty league such as the Crimsons."

Without any intentions of responding to Yulervan, Aectaeon went on and summoned his own Demons to commence the battle.

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