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

CHAPTER 134: Under Siege - The Price of Refusal

Species: Human

Level: 72 | EXP: 16,937/810,000 (2.09%)

Class: Tank

Affiliation: Men of Culture Guild

Title: Perseverance

HP: 9437/9437 | MP: 1032/1032

Strength: 267 (+6) | Stamina: 223 (+4) | Agility: 86 (+4) | Intelligence: 144

Stat Points: 0]

"DIE, YOU BASTARD!" the man roared, eyes blazing with a frantic mix of terror and fury, his face slick with cold sweat.

Before the tank could even raise his sword, a searing pain erupted all over his body, and his world flipped. His vision twisted, flipping upside down just in time to glimpse the horrified faces of the crowd staring back at him in shock and fear.

[Gummy_Bear: Jesus Christ! How many hits did he land just now? I could barely keep up!

OGPanda: His attacks are weak, so he's stacking them with insane speed!]

THUD.

Lolicon_Master's lifeless body fell to the ground. It was only in those final moments that he became painfully aware of his fate, the cold finality of his decapitation settling in before he, too, was consumed by the familiar column of light that had consumed the mercenaries.

Daisuke's eyes found their next target, and the man snarled fiercely, as if trying to subdue his own fear.

[Name: FrostbiteNinja

Species: Human

Level: 82 | EXP: 173,867/1,050,625 (16.55%)

Class: Ninja

Affiliation: Dragonsbane Guild

Title: Quicksilver

HP: 6200/6200 | MP: 1820/1820

Strength: 205 (+18) | Stamina: 82 (+28) | Agility: 410 (+22) | Intelligence: 121 (+9) | Dexterity: 2 (+20)

Stat Points: 0]

"Fool. You think I'll go down as easily as those pathetic mercenaries?" Jace scoffed, his confidence overflowing as he relied on his superior armor, weapons, and level. "You're fast, I'll give you that, but I see you; I've been able to follow your every move all this—"

Before the man could finish his bold claim, Daisuke activated both his Dash and Shadow Veil skill, completely vanishing from sight and sound.

[Name: Haxks

Species: Human

Level: 43 | EXP: 49,779/288,906 (17.24%)

Class: Dual Blader

Affiliation: Adventurers' Guild | Merchants' Guild

Title: Lone Wolf, Pathfinder, Unwavering Spirit, Congenial Denizen, Master of Divine Beast, Devoted Hunter, The Liberator of Races, Master of Djinn, One-Hit Kill

HP: 8754/8754 | MP: 755/765

Strength: 50 (+22) | Stamina: 50 (+22) | Agility: 471 (+90) | Intelligence: 40 (+10) | Dexterity: 0 (+75) | Composure: 0 | Indomitable: 0 | Perception: 0 | Stealth: 0

Stat Points: 0]

Jace's jaw slackened in stunned disbelief. Flustered and wide-eyed, he scanned his surroundings frantically, his heart thundering in his chest, breaths ragged and uneven. Paranoia surged through him, clouding his thoughts as he unsheathed twin short swords with shaky hands, his every sense straining to pinpoint his invisible foe.

Suddenly, a presence. Before his eyes could even register the blur that materialized low to the ground, his instincts took over. With a wild, desperate swing, he brought his swords crashing downward, putting every ounce of strength into the strike.

But it was too late. The blur was just that—a blur. The dual blades gleamed as they mirrored Daisuke's form overhead, his body twisting mid-air with deadly grace, his daggers arching downward like a guillotine. In a flash, both of the captain's hands were severed, the once-gripped swords clattering uselessly to the ground.

"AHHHHHRGH!"

All traces of scorn drained from Jace's voice, replaced by agony and terror. Even as his body collapsed to the ground, ensnared by golden chains and wracked with the effects of Burn and Bleed debuffs, his gaze remained fixed on Daisuke, eyes wide with a twisted mixture of defiance and dread. The last flicker of his bravado played across his features like a dying spark as his killer slowly bent down to retrieve the dual blades beside his cold, decapitated hands.

"Idiot!" he laughed mockingly, a warped grin spreading across his face as blood splattered from the stumps of his arms. "Even noobs know that weapons are bound to their owners. Unless you kill me and they drop automatically, there's no way—"

The man's words faltered and died in his throat as Daisuke swiftly equipped the swords and lunged at the fleeing leader of the Men of Culture guild like a dark plague.

DING!

[You do not currently meet the conditions required to wield the «Frost Drake's Twin Fangs». Consequently, the weapon's Attack Power and Magical Attack Power will decrease by 50%, and only a fraction of the option effects can be utilized.]

[Frost Drake's Twin Fangs +4] ײ

[Rank: Epic

Type: Short Sword

Melee Attack Power: 767~865 » 384~433 | Magical Attack Power: 1299~1492 » 650~746 | Durability: 97/101 | Attack Speed: +8%

Forged from the serrated fangs of a Frost Drake, this short sword gleams with an icy aura that chills the air around it. When wielded with its twin, the fangs unleash an even deadlier force, greatly increasing the wielder's chance to freeze enemies.

▪︎ Agility +7

▪︎ Increases Attack Power based on 4.2% of the wielder's Agility

▪︎ Chance of triggering «Frostbite» Status +15%

▪︎ Wielding both fangs increases the chance of inflicting «Frostbite» by 10%, and dealing Critical Damage to the enemy increases it by 20%

Conditions of Use: Lvl 80+ | Strength 185+ | Stamina 78+]

[GamerNerd101: Is it just me, or did Haxks just pick up another player's weapon like it was nothing? 🤯😵‍💫

SnarkyNoob: Tha' heck? Is that another one of his secret skills?

ThunderKat: I highly doubt it. Don't think that's a thing, period.

PixelBandit: This may be a stupid question, but is Haxks really a player? What if he's actually an NPC?

ByteMage: Now that you mention it...

LootGoblin: Yeah, but he did pull those daggers out of thin air earlier... 🧐

BringYuhPums: Sure, but dat's possible wid a magic bag as well.

GlitchGuru: Damn, the more we learn, the more confused we get. Who the hell is this guy?]

Death.

Bendova's face drained of color as what appeared to be the grim reaper bore down on him, golden eyes gleaming from the depths of its hood, promising nothing but oblivion.