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.

In no time at all, Aectaeon was on his way to the waiting room. He was following behind the woman who would be his secretary for the entire duration of the conference.

The conference was bigger than he originally imagined. It was like a concert even.

Halfway into his walk, he had already passed by a good amount of people running errands. The strange thing was, they all took the time to greet him before scurrying off.

'They sure are lively. Again, why are they running these errands an hour prior to the conference? They should've finished everything that's needed to be done a day before.' Aectaeon thought, sighing inconspicuously as he put his hands inside his pocket.

However, he took his hands out immediately. For some reason, it didn't feel right. With what he's wearing, he felt the need to look a bit less casual. It might or might not affect his gameplay. Regardless, he was accustomed to acting like an uptight butler anyway.

Game World 3: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ (13)