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.

Thyr raised its right hand in the air. On the tips of his claws, tiny orbs of light began to materialize.

In a fraction of a second, Thyr hurled the orbs at its opponents that were lying on the ground. His act was followed by a light that blinded almost all of the Meisters watching.

Aectaeon covered his eyes with his arm immediately. The light soon died down, laggardly as if it was the setting sun. The instant that the darkness within the valley was reinstated, Aectaeon lowered his arm to check what had happened.

A smile crawled up his lips, scoffing as he said, "Thyr, you're phenomenal as usual."

It wasn't only Aectaeon who was proud of what Thyr had done. The two other Demons nodded their heads in approval, their wide mouths contorted into grins that reached the outer corners of their big eyes.

{-{ "Thyxerchmnidrovfstr, you've mastered that skill already? King Bacharoth will be pleased." }-}

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