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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. }

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Game World 4: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

As he opened his eyes, Aectaeon felt the coldest of wind brush against his skin. He quickly hugged his body, wondering why it was so chilly. 

He looked around the place, his teeth grinding against each other while battling the cold. 

'Where am I?' He thought, 'What is this? A cabin?'

Yes, Aectaeon was now inside a cabin in the 4th Game World. 

'My back hurts.' 

Aectaeon patted the bed he was lying on, frowning when his palms hit the wooden board. He then ruffled his hair to calm his, once again, raging urge to complain. 

Heaving a deep sigh, the man looked at his surroundings with more interest this time. 

Indeed, the entire cabin was dilapidated. Although it was made out of wood for better insulation during the winter season, the wood was already rotting and there were gaps everywhere. There was even a hole spanning half a meter on the roof.