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

CHAPTER 176: A Spellbinding Transformation - The Feminine Facade

The features of this essence are generally fixed when the item is first created. But in special circumstances, alterations can be made. In this particular case, since I transferred the essence of the staff over to the gemstones and melted them, I am able to partially rewrite the functions that dwell within."

By functions, does she mean the option effects?

Daisuke and Lumielle shared a befuddled glance before he spoke. "Sure, I'm just going to pretend that I understood everything you just said."

Lumielle smiled awkwardly in agreement.

"It's done," the woman declared, a satisfied smile gracing her lips as she admired the accessory in her hands.

Throughout the entire process, her demeanor had shifted dramatically, a stark contrast to her earlier abrasiveness. Gone was the sharp irritation and biting tone—in its place was a warm, almost approachable personality. She'd even taken the time to enthusiastically explain the intricacies of her craft, her words flowing with a passion that made it clear this was more than just a task to her—it was her art.

I guess she really is human, after all, Daisuke admitted inwardly with a faint smile, but when Lumielle started approaching him with the finished accessory and he spied the dark and sly shift of both females' expression, that smile abruptly faded and his heart utterly fell to his toes.

"Wait!" he exclaimed nervously, throwing his hands up frantically. "A-Are you sure this is safe?"

Both women's features transformed into a smooth, shimmering mask of reassurance, but behind it was overwhelming anticipation and amusement.

"Of course~" Lumielle beamed innocently, her visage pure and dazzling—a bit too dazzling. "It's perfectly safe," she chimed sweetly. "There is absolutely no need to worry."

"Now is when you wish to doubt my skills?" Sinister Granny mocked. "After fighting tooth and nail with a Dismal Lich? Or are you just afraid of growing body parts you have never seen before?"

Daisuke took a tentative step back and averted his gaze as Lumielle inched closer, like a dishonest and persistent merchant innocently trying to peddle a curse. "Haxks, think of all the people who will go without food if you don't do this right now."

"Huh?" Daisuke yelled. "That doesn't even make sense!"

"Haxks, I'm honestly disappointed," Sinister Granny added. "I never took you for a coward."

Lumielle laced her fingers and cried. "Think of all those adorable kittens and puppies that will go without ever having an owner."

"How the hell did kittens and puppies even come into play?!" Daisuke barked and then he tousled the back of his head with a snarl. "Fine, I'll do it, alright! But if I croak, mark my words, I'll haunt you both until the end of time."

Simultaneously, Lumielle and Sinister Granny's faces twisted ominously in delight. Daisuke broke into a sweat at the sight of that, but it was far too late to escape now. The princess had already closed the distance between them—like a starved banshee lunging at its prey—and clipped the hair accessory to the bangs at his temple.

Moments later, the hair clip began to glow, its light pulsating with a radiance that filled the room. Both women watched in astonishment as the transformation commenced, their breaths hitching as Daisuke's body became engulfed in a radiant white light. The luminescence wrapped around him like a cocoon, shifting and pulsing in waves.

Then, in an instant, the glow splintered, shattering into countless fragments that drifted away like multicolored fireflies on a gentle breeze. As the shards dissipated, the change became undeniable.

Perky breasts and a round posterior pressed firmly against the taut leather armor, the once hard, angular lines of his frame replaced by soft, entrancing contours. His silver hair cascaded in shimmering waves, spilling down his back like a moonlit river, its brilliance stark against the dark armor. His eyelashes lengthened, framing luminous butterscotch eyes, and his lips became fuller, more inviting, with a natural flush that caught the light in an alluring sheen.

Lumielle stared, her jaw slack, her composure unraveling. The transformation was breathtaking—Daisuke's masculine edge had been replaced by an allure so intoxicating it rivaled her own. Every inch of him now radiated the hypnotic charm of femininity, a mystique that seemed to command attention with every subtle shift of his form.

Her heart stuttered as his eyes flickered open, landing squarely on her. Those butterscotch irises, so familiar yet now laced with an enigmatic allure, sent a jolt through her chest. His hand rested on one hitched hip, his stance exuding a fiery attitude. The leather armor, snug against his new form, accentuated every curve, and the sharp arch of his eyebrows paired with the annoyed twist of his lips only heightened his captivating presence.

"So?" Daisuke urged, stirring the women from their trance. "Did it work?"