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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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The Obelisk: 3rd Return (6)

[[ Countdown to Game: 00 D ; 00 H ; 02 M ; 38 S ]]

Despite how bewildered he was, Ralkias' instinct forced him to read all of the information in front of him. Moire was in the same position. 

Aectaeon, on the other hand, had already finished rereading all of the panels at least five times. What he hadn't done yet was to recall relative information. 

'I'm certain that they're going to ask about the missing details. Albeit memorable, I just don't remember the specifics in the first game world. Hell, I don't want to remember anything about it.'

Ruffling his unruly hair, Aectaeon sighed. He didn't want to mess up in the upcoming game. In no way would he wish to fail the first game inside the Obelisk. 

Yes, Aectaeon already thought of the possibility that there would be games inside the Obelisk. After all, it was quite an enormous arena to just serve as the resting place of the players. 

It would be a waste indeed.