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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.

A Demon's mentality was something that Aectaeon refused to understand. After all, it was like trying to comprehend Luluwa's mentality. Moreover, he wouldn't be staying in that game world long enough to be required to grasp a Demon's mind.

Once this battle concluded, he would be going back to the Obelisk either with flying colors or with flying regrets.

Ulpusverth stopped right in the middle of the arena. It looked up at Aectaeon, trying to read the man's mind. The man, on the other hand, had no discernable emotion in his eyes. Instead of looking at Ulpusverth as a Demon. He looked at it as if it was a neighborhood dog.

Aectaeon merely wanted the Demon to make a decision soon. The sensation of stepping on a Demon's melted body repulsed him to a point that he didn't know how to react.

He couldn't even move a single part of his body out of fear that he would just slide and face plant on Borowhicthzs' melted flesh.

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