Hacking the Game Didn't Go as Intended [Part One]

CHAPTER 24: Woeful Divide

"Perfect."

Without hesitation, Daisuke retrieved the hairpin he had taken from April and gripped it tightly as he launched himself at the monster with reckless abandon. The accessory met its target with lethal precision, plunging into the fiend's eye.

The creature emitted a piercing howl, its massive frame convulsing in agony, but Daisuke clung on tenaciously, driving the hairpin deeper. "Take the kids and go!" he bellowed without looking back. "Feng, you know what to do! Protect them!"

The Wolfkin clicked his tongue ruefully, casting one last glance at Sheba's motionless form before resigning himself to the task at hand. Don't worry, he muttered inwardly, determination burning in his eyes. I'll keep my promise to find them, even if it's the last thing I do.

Throwing April over his shoulder, Feng began running toward the edge of the forest while Sylvia and Mia herded the rest of the kids behind him.

"Please don't die!" implored Mia tearfully, her voice trembling with emotion. "Come and find us, no matter what!"

"Big Brother!" April cried out, her small fists pounding on Feng's shoulder blades in a frantic plea. "No! Stop! Put me down! Haxks! We have to help Big Brother Haxks!"

Aldric's jaw clenched, his shoulders hunched in frustration and guilt. Yet, it was Sylvia, eyes brimming with sorrow as they met Daisuke's, who broke the grip of indecision. Her hand found its place on the small of the boy's back, gently guiding him into the sheltering shadows of the forest.

Daisuke allowed a twisted smile. He may have allowed everyone to escape, but he had absolutely no intention of surrendering his life to the miserable beast.

His gaze swept over the fading figures of April and Mia before settling on the unmoving Sheba. Even as he allowed himself a fleeting sidelong glance, he kept clinging onto the thrashing monster, a vengeful rage burning inside him.

Suddenly, his grip tightened around the hairpin and with a resounding roar, he summoned every ounce of his strength to wrench the bloodied weapon free and thrust it into the creature's remaining eye. Kicking his feet off the monster's chest, Daisuke dropped and rolled on the ground before launching into a full-on sprint into the dense forest.

Without eyesight, you'll have to depend on your sense of smell to track me down—and I've got a plan for that.

Wasting no time, he grabbed a fistful of his shirt, intending to rip and scatter its fragments along the forest floor to disorient the fiend. However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't tear it. Instead, his face turned blue and then purple. "What the hell is this fabric made of—Kevlar?"

"RAWRRR!"

Daisuke's heart thundered.

From the concealing shadows of the undergrowth, the monster lunged, a grotesque form hurtling toward him. In a split-second decision, he dropped and slid beneath it, barely escaping the ravenous jaws that snapped inches away from his face. The creature shifted its body around the moment its limbs touched the ground. Driven by its heightened sense of smell, its head snapped around, already locking onto its retreating prey.

Each ragged breath that tore from Daisuke's lungs felt like bile. Foliage and twigs crunched underfoot, a jutting branch sliced his cheek. Every swaying tree branch and shadow looked menacing. He navigated the frightening expanse of the ominous woods, using slivers of moonlight that filtered through the tangled canopy to guide his desperate retreat.

But the predator was persistent; running on all fours to quickly narrow the distance between it and a hearty meal. The beast poised for a lunge, its instincts honing in on the bundle of scent that marked its prey. Yet, in that critical moment, it detected a swift flicker of movement—a disruption that crashed into it like a battering ram.

Daisuke snapped his head around. He felt another presence and heard a chaotic commotion—snapping teeth, ferocious tussles, and the whimpers and hollering of a canine.

Just a second too late, he failed to watch his step. His body lurched over the edge of a precipice, hurtling down a steep incline. Helpless, he collided with plants and shrubs, desperately searching for something to grasp onto, but nothing could impede his momentum.

Suddenly, his head collided with a rock, his eyelids growing heavy as darkness enveloped his senses, and he slipped swiftly into unconsciousness.

***

Under the cover of night, in the aftermath of the flames that had consumed the manor, a shadowy figure moved through the smoldering wreckage. The hooded individual, a relative of Reginald's, followed an unseen trail that led to the concealed entrance of a hidden chamber.

Amid the chaotic backdrop of soldiers investigating the fire's devastation and the grim discovery of lifeless bodies, the figure ventured into the dark unknown with undisguised confidence.

With gloved hands, he deftly brushed aside debris, revealing the remnants of a grimoire, its empty pages scorched and tattered by the flames.

Suddenly, a chilling smile etched itself upon his concealed visage, a sinister curl of lips that foretold of a malevolent agenda.

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