Hacking the Game Didn't Go as Intended

CHAPTER 135: No Mercy for the Greedy - Dawn of the Golden-eyed Reaper

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.

In a panicked scramble to stave off a fate similar to the one he endured before, the squealing Guildmaster unleashed a barrage of low-level fire spells, each one resembling a weak Magic Missile. But the Frost Drake's Fangs effortlessly cut through the projectiles as if they were no more than harmless leaves.

TISHHHHHH~

The flames dissolved into a smoky haze as they met the icy edges of the swords, casting a shroud over the battlefield. Bendova took advantage of the cover, slipping away to regroup. But before he could summon his allies, a sudden force hit him like a battering ram—Daisuke, swift and merciless, drove one sword deep into his chest and the other straight between his teeth.

WHAM!

The bastard's back slammed against a nearby tree, the blade piercing through the back of his skull, embedding itself in the trunk. Almost instantly, the Frostbite debuff sank in, icy tendrils spreading out from the wound. His eyes widened in sheer terror, while Daisuke's gaze sharpened with pure disdain.

He was done being used, done with being hunted, chased, and broken down. He was especially tired of being weak and feeling powerless. The taste of bitterness fueled him as he left the man pinned to the tree by the twin blades and drew his own daggers. With a snarl, his arms shot forward like bullets, delivering a ruthless flurry of stabs, each strike adding to the cascade of debuffs. By the time he was done, the man's form flickered and vanished, erased from existence.

Time slowed to a crawl.

The surrounding players stood frozen, their mouths agape as the vicious scenes played out before them. Emotions churned in the crowd—shock, disbelief, and a palpable edge of fear. Yet, the lure of victory and the promise of rewards from Haxks's forced confession held them in place, outweighing their instincts to flee. And their sheer advantage in numbers especially bolstered their resolve.

"Stand firm, everyone!" shouted one of the Men of Culture captains, rallying his guildmates. "No matter how powerful he is, he's still just one guy! He can't take all of us on his own—and sooner or later, he'll run out of stamina!"

Reassured by that logic, the players steadied themselves, weapons drawn and nerves steeled. A fierce battle cry erupted from their ranks as they charged forward in unison, each eye fixed intently on their mark, resolved to claim victory—or die trying.

Daisuke popped a handful of Etherberries into his mouth, feeling their energy course through him as he tore the dual blades from the tree, his eyes gleaming with murderous intent. Without a word, he chucked both a Poison Bomb and a Smokescreen onto the ground, letting the thick cloud roll out around him. Backed by Αφινίτη's Blessing and the last two minutes on his Shadow Veil skill, he melded into the darkness, his presence vanishing completely.

As the toxic miasma thickened and spread over the battlefield, the players tensed, weapons raised in defense, eyes scanning the dense smoke for any sign of movement. But within moments, their vision blurred, and the sharp sting of the poison began to take its toll.

Panic spread quickly as confusion gripped them—movements grew sluggish, and health bars began to plummet. Some fumbled desperately for antidotes. Every second lost in their disarray was another step toward their inevitable defeat—exactly as Daisuke had planned.

In an instant, he darted forward like a shadow in the haze, the Frost Drake's Twin Fangs gleaming coldly as he closed in on his first target. Daisuke's initial strike was swift—a slicing motion that severed the straps of his foe's chest plate. Before the player could even comprehend the loss of his armor, Daisuke spun low and delivered an upward slash across his chest, the icy blades leaving a trail of frost as the bastard stumbled back. Another flurry of fierce attacks had his HP dropping to zero and his body disintegrating.