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mrmrcia

Lv10
2019-06-13 JointJapan
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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 · Fantaisie
5.0
217 Chs

The Duchess and the Time Criminals

What if time kept on turning back again, and again… … And again? In the faithful day that Duchess Ilya von Bismarck had been waiting for her whole life, she had finally uncovered the identity of the lone culprit who made, not only the Empire, but the world suffer. Not from a thorough investigation, not from a dedicated manhunt, but from a mere coincidence. The time to capture the aid of the apocalypse -- the ring bearer of pandemics, the piper of the Bacharoths, the murdered, the warmonger -- was within her reach. Or so she thought. Perhaps, the schemes of time were in control. Instead of seeing her sword impale the heart of the culprit, the Duchess suddenly opened her eyes to the grainy darkness of her room. Her makeshift bedroom -- the one she had used until she was fifteen years of age. Ilya had gone back in time, gifted with the recollections of nearly all of the events in the first timeline. But she wasn’t the only one. The carriers of the truth, those who were aware of how bleak the future of the world was… … They remembered almost everything. Regrettably, the only thing they had forgotten was the most important information -- The identity of the culprit and the circumstances surrounding them. Faithful to their mission of stopping the perpetrator, the Duchess and the Time Criminals were on the move to search for the culprit. Even if it meant that they had to go back in time over and over again.

mrmrcia · Fantaisie
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216 Chs