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 soon as he was done reading the message, Yulervan flared his nostrils. He gritted his teeth as well, wondering if hurting himself would be enough to quell his frustrations.

Garant, who was just looking ahead, could hear Yulervan mumbling incoherently. The whole time they were traveling, Yulervan had been like that. Thus and so, Garant did the usual.

Since he didn't have Aectaeon as a contact, Garant received no message from him. Only Yulervan knew where they should go.

"Can you tell me where the Meister is? Stop wasting your time being all sulky like that. You look like a manchild."

Hearing the insults being thrown at him, Yulervan could only grumble. He didn't have a single word to refute Garant's statement since he also considered himself to be emotionally immature. Handling Aectaeon was a skill he had yet to level up.

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