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.

Aectaeon looked at the sword, sighing in relief as he saw that it was still in one piece.

"Now, I'm really in trouble. I doubt that this sword can pierce its head."

While contemplating, Aectaeon counted the arms of the irregularity. Thereafter, he tried to recall how many arms Merlon had. Unfortunately, he couldn't remember Merlon's other form that well. Thus, he just gave up and focused on the irregularity afore him

"There's a total of twenty-six arms. Although they're slender, those arms pack a power." Aectaeon began massaging his abdomen, "My stomach is still hurting. Damn that creature."

At that point, Aectaeon took a deep breath to calm himself down. He could feel his blood starting to rush to his head.

With his eyes closed, Aectaeon went back to his rumination.

'Merlon's wooden head was easily pierced by the knife I used. But this level 2 is clearly sturdier. Should I use explosives?'

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