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Game Title Guessing System: Transmigration Ltd.

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. }

mrmrcia · Fantasy
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Game World 2: _ _ _ _ _ _   D E M _ _ _ : _ _ _ _ _ _   _ _ _ _ _ (20)

"If I may ask, what rank are you?" Aectaeon asked, his interest piqued by the man's statement all of a sudden.

"Uhh-- I… I'm a Crimson Meister."

"Crimson Meister?"

Aectaeon was no less than stunned at the response, though it didn't show on his face.

Crimson Meister was one rank below Mentor Meister. That being said, their capabilities were still far apart. However, it didn't dismiss the fact that the man in front of Aectaeon was one who was capable of keeping him on his toes.

"You're a Crimson Meister yet you allowed someone to run over you like that? What even happened?"

At first, the man was adamant to speak. There were a lot of Meisters around them. He wasn't prepared to humiliate himself afore Meisters who were of lower rank. But more than that, he didn't want to instill fear in their minds by relaying his ordeal.

After contemplating for a few seconds, he decided to speak as a way to warn his fellow Meisters.