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.

While waiting for the man to gather up all of their accomplices, Aectaeon chose to sit on a wooden chair and contemplate his plans moving forward.

He had abandoned the train haphazardly. Also, he became focused on getting as far away as possible from the Council Headquarters. As a consequence, the stops he had taken were less than what he could count with his fingers.

Safe to say, Aectaeon was, yet again, moving according to his intuition.

As soon as he was seated, Aectaeon raised his portable device and opened his notes. It had been nearly half a day since he had seen it.

{-{ 1. Reach the Headquarters as soon as possible. }-}

{-{ 2.1. Ask the other Mentor Meisters and Grand Meisters about what they know about the Crimson and Reveron League.

{-{ 2.2. Ask other Meisters to participate in annihilating the Crimson League (include Mentors and Grand Meisters }-}

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