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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 (9)

Aectaeon was now sweating buckets. His gaze was also unfocused. 

Out of all the written exams he had taken, this question was the hardest of them all. Bear in mind, he managed to pass the entrance examinations of all the universities belonging to the most prestigious league in the world. 

And he passed effortlessly with exemplary results. 

But now, Aectaeon was stuck. 

Truth be told, he had an inkling that a few questions would be related to his battle with Vernos Hanom. He denied the possibility that the number of turns would be one of the questions. 

It was simply absurd to ask when a particular panel had appeared. The battle spanned for so long that Aectaeon barely remembered the specifics. He remembered the conversation with Vernos rather than the proceedings of the battle. 

Even if he didn't want to yield a single mistake, Aectaeon's mind would blank out whenever he tried to think about the question.