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.

As if he was just pulled out of the water after almost drowning, Aectaeon tried to catch his breath. He was on all fours on the ground, sweating buckets like a marathoner.

"I won't-- I won't do my best again." He muttered in between heaves.

Yulervan approached Aectaeon, though wary of patting his back. He just crouched down a few inches away from the man to get a look at his face.

"Meister Vali, are you alright?"

At that point, Aectaeon gave the man a glare. Yulervan smiled at him but did step back.

"Of course, you're not alright. Sorry for asking that question."

After a few more seconds of recovering his vigor, Aectaeon sat up and placed his hands on the dirt. He leaned on his arms, sighing as he looked at his last enemy.

"Oh, right, I have to give the reward. Yulervan, can you ask them to come here? I have no energy to walk anymore."

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