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

CHAPTER 211: Breaching The Impenetrable Fortress

N-No way! Daisuke exclaimed inwardly, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple. This thing has 4.8 million HP—that's nearly double the Armored Arachnid's, and they're only 10 levels apart. It's starting to make sense why Field Bosses are usually tackled by entire guilds; their stats are ridiculous. Can we even handle this on our own? B-minus quest, my ass!

Unfortunately for Daisuke, the Treant wasn't about to allow him to ponder in peace. With what could only be described as a war cry, the perennial fiend eased into a deadly charge, the entire landscape quaking beneath its massive weight.

"I'll draw its attention!" Daisuke yelled, jerking his arm. "Keep your distance and wait for an opening. This thing's incredibly powerful, but it's bound to be slow on its feet."

"O-Okay!" Tiphanna called back, quickly retreating into the canopy.

Daisuke swiveled his head back around, his stance sinking low, the gleam in his eyes rivaling that of his daggers. His hair hovered slightly before he shot forward like a bullet to meet the barreling giant.

"[Intimidate]!"

His eyes snapped open with a flash as the skill activated, rippling outward like a wave, but his foe didn't even flinch, not even for a moment.

"Tch!" Daisuke clicked his tongue, all fear gone, his expression robust, robotic.

The Treant bellowed as it hoisted its lance-like arm, ready to annihilate everything in its path.

CHENG!

Before the makeshift weapon could come crashing down, golden chains shot forth, latching onto its arm and tethering it to a neighboring tree. The beast grunted, its glowing eyes narrowing as it registered the restraints binding its movement.

In the next instant, its feeble prey had already closed the distance. Then—he vanished. Emerald eyes widened as a flurry of silvery arcs carved through the air, striking before it could even react. A heartbeat later, the Treant's massive form was swallowed by the storm of blades.

[27 damage dealt.]

[27 damage dealt.]

[27 damage dealt.]

[27 damage dealt.]

[27 damage dealt.]

[27 damage dealt.]

[27 damage dealt.]

DING!

[The Colossal Frost Treant has resisted the Poison Status]

[The Colossal Frost Treant has resisted the Paralysis Status]

Daisuke skidded to a halt behind the impenetrable wall of bark, the green lightning crackling along his blades dissipating. Dammit! This thing's soft on the inside, but I can't get past that armor-like wood. With a defense of 1551, I guess that's no surprise.

With an effortless pull, the Frost Treant shattered the magic chains binding it, the remnants dissolving into fading embers.

Slowly, it turned, its towering frame creaking like an ancient war machine as its glowing emerald eye locked onto the lone warrior who had dared to disturbed its peaceful slumber.

Several feet away, Daisuke stood firm, a single dagger held in a reverse grip, flames curling hungrily along its edge. Shadows flickered across his face, his narrowed gaze fixed on the beast before him. Its physiology is clearly different from other monsters. Poison and paralysis were useless—but let's see how it handles this weakness.