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

CHAPTER 242: Names for the Nameless

[Insight]

[Heightens the ability to detect, interpret, and predict subtle changes in the environment, enemy behavior, or hidden truths. This includes illusions, disguises, ambushes, and unspoken intentions.

▪︎ Higher values increase effectiveness.

▪︎ Stat Points cannot be manually allocated.]

[Juggernaut]

[Diminishes the probability of succumbing to instant-death attacks, particularly those involving beheading or heart-piercing injuries.

▪︎ Higher values increase effectiveness.

▪︎ Stat Points cannot be manually allocated.]

[Dawnheart Bracelet]

[Rating: Unique

Durability: 12/12.4 | Magical Defense: +12.2% | Magical & Physical Balance: +13.6%

A sturdy bracelet adorned with a polished carnelian gemstone, its surface swirling with fiery hues. The metalwork is infused with enchanted veins, radiating a faint warmth that intensifies when magic is cast.

▪︎ Str +6

▪︎ Fire Resistance +30%

▪︎ Evasion Rate +25%

▪︎ If health falls below 10%, a shield will be generated for 5 seconds that will absorb 3,000 damage.

Conditions of Use: Lvl 48+]

[Calamity Bringer]

[Rank: Unique

A title earned by warriors who have brought catastrophe upon colossal threats, dealing over one million damage to a Field Boss. Wherever they go, the ruin of evil follows.

Title Effect:

▪︎ Str +50

▪︎ Melee Attack Power +250

▪︎ Increases Critical Hit Rate by 20%

▪︎ Increases damage dealt to boss monsters by 15%]

Daisuke took a moment to inspect the new Special Stats, accessory, and title he had acquired over the course of slaying the last two Field Bosses and clearing the recent dungeon.

Just as he navigated to Equipment and was about to sort by Weapons to take stock of those he had yet to appraise—

GRRRRRL...

A low, pitiful rumble broke through the bustle of activity around them.

CLIP-CLOP. CLIP-CLOP. CLIP-.

He slowed his stride beside the horse, which plodded along patiently with the bound and unconscious Father Alvian slumped in a sack over its back.

Daisuke's butterscotch gaze swept behind him, falling upon the five barefoot children trailing quietly in his wake.

One of the twin boys winced, clutching his stomach as if to silence the sound himself. But it wasn't embarrassment written on his small face—it was fear. Deep, practiced fear.

The other children stiffened. No one met his gaze. They looked guilty... as if hunger was something to be ashamed of.

Daisuke's brows dipped slightly. "Are you guys hungry?"