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.

At that moment, Aectaeon regretted not wanting to get bored.

The gaze he had on the moving member of the audience, it was pathetic. It was like he was pleading to some unknown deity that he was only hallucinating.

He blinked a few times, looking as if he was appealing to a child.

Beautiful eyes. Beautiful eyes.

When blinking didn't eliminate the hallucination he was seeing, Aectaeon tried closing his eyes firmly. It was to an extent when even the lights pointing at him couldn't penetrate his eyelids.

Following five grueling seconds, Aectaeon slowly opened his eyes.

As soon as his eyes were opened, the man felt his heart stop beating.

It was because that individual from the audience was now right in front of him.

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