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.

[[ Mission 'Find the Tavern Where Garant Works' Accomplished ]]

"Huh?" Yulervan asked, setting down the drumstick that he was holding, "Whahc jij shu shey?"

Aectaeon looked at Yulervan with disgust in his eyes. Every time that the latter opened his mouth, scraps of food shot out.

"Can you speak when you're done eating? Where are your manners?" Aectaeon said as he backed away from Yulervan.

Thereafter, he roamed his gaze around the tavern. He wasn't one to be picky about places, so he didn't mind how dark and musky the interior of the tavern was. Still and all, he found the contrast between the tavern and the city's facade much too sensical.

'It just means that this city isn't that dull. Even back in my hometown, it's like this. I don't like how realistic this is.'

Aectaeon sighed, his eyes falling on the food on the table. He then looked at Yulervan who was still busy filling his stomach.

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