Hacking the Game Didn't Go as Intended

CHAPTER 132: Weapons Master - The Spawn of Dragnir

"My name is Haxks," Daisuke said politely, a sense of reassurance washing over him as he realized he was no longer in danger. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Kaizyreus. If you don't mind my asking, what brings you to this place when you have a home and a family? Is there really no way to leave?"

The reptilian turned his gaze toward a large skeleton that was reminiscent of a long-dead dinosaur, his eyes gleaming as a memory stirred within his mind. "A demon, wielding the might of a vast army, laid siege to my home."

Daisuke's lips pressed to a thin line.

"While the lesser demons fought tirelessly to subdue my kin, their general and a sorcerer were occupied etching a sinister magic circle at the heart of the village. I sensed their dark intentions and launched an assault, yet the mysterious spell activated just as I struck down the mage.

In that moment, both the general and I were whisked away to this wretched realm. The desolation you see before you are but the aftermath of our clash. Since that fateful day, I have been ensnared in this place—days, weeks, years blur together, for time has lost all meaning in this unchanging void.

To survive, I was compelled to feast upon the enemy," he confessed, gesturing mournfully to the vast skeleton, like a samurai revealing a shameful truth. "After the demon, I turned my hunger upon the other souls birthed from this accursed place."

Souls? Daisuke pondered quizzically. Oh, he must be referring to the mobs he absolutely destroyed earlier—that also explains the mountains of bones that could probably fill a football field.

"Any idea why the demons attacked?"

Kaizyreus shook his head slowly, his expression somber. "We are but a humble and nomadic tribe, tending to our own affairs. I cannot fathom why we would draw the ire of such a calculated invasion."

Daisuke cupped his elbow and chin in deliberation. "In that case, can you recall anything specific prior to being teleported? It could be anything at all, no matter how trivial."

The tip of Kaizyreus' tail flicked with agitation as he rifled through the pages of his mental journal. "...I do recall, albeit faintly, the mage casting a wary glance at the magic circle when the demon general and I first clashed."

"...Do you think the circle might have been damaged in that instant?" Daisuke speculated, his gaze shifting to the patch of land where Kaizyreus had sought shelter. "Perhaps that disrupted the spell's inner workings and led to you being trapped here."

"Mmm. That seems a sound conclusion."

Daisuke frowned, his thoughts refusing to end there. Those damned demons... what exactly were they really up to? Were they maybe attempting to teleport the entire village here? But if so, why? How could they possibly benefit from doing something so extreme?

"Regardless of the circumstances," Kaizyreus continued, his tone heavy with concern, "I fear for my kinsmen and my family. As the leader of my tribe and the head of my household, it is paramount that I return to my home. I must ensure my legacy is passed on to my son so that the knowledge and techniques do not fade into obscurity with the passage of time."

Legacy? Daisuke thought inwardly. Does that maybe have something to do with his Weapons Master title? "Don't get your hopes up too much, but I might be able to get us out of here."

"What? Truly?!" Kaizyreus exclaimed, bounding toward Daisuke, his tail wagging like that of an eager hound, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Daisuke's expression turned stony as the reptilian brazenly invaded his personal space. Did I not just say not to get your hopes up?