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.

"Let's just relax for now and solve the mystery later? You both look like you need a bit of diversion from the Game Worlds."

Aectaeon and Ralkias couldn't help but nod at Moire's suggestion. Even Moira herself wanted to relax before their next transmigration. All these talk about things that worry them only wore the three out.

"Before we end this conversation, I have one last thing to ask." Ralkias said, sighing as his stomach grumbled.

Moire nodded while Aectaeon just kept his silence. Hence, Ralkias continued.

"What level are your abilities? We all have the same one, right? I was so confused about the details. I think I'm too stupid to comprehend these holy carcasses and what nots. By the way, mine is at level 2 stage 8. I failed some missions with efficiency as rewards."

"Ah, you mean Amoris Vesatilis?" Moire clarified, "I'm at level 3 stage 2."

Ralkias then looked at Aectaeon for his answer.

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