Hacking the Game Didn't Go as Intended

CHAPTER 136: Shocking Revelation - The Truth Behind the Arcanium Kingdom

Jace struggled to maintain his bravado as Daisuke loomed closer like the harbinger of death. While he was able to summon antidotes and potions, he wasn't able to administer the remedies without opposable thumbs. Helpless, like an animal trapped in an enclosure, he lay on the ground, shackled by golden chains, his every movement stifled.

Daisuke crouched beside him, his presence a silent, oppressive weight. His voice, low and menacing through his mask, cut through the air like a rusty blade. "You're the last one left," he murmured darkly, finally gracing the man with his words.

Jace flinched, understanding all too well what that meant. A nervous sweat broke out across his forehead as he turned his head, catching a glint of a camera lens poking through the bushes. His heart sank—his blunder had already gone viral. Dying now wasn't just a nightmare of losing EXP at level 82; it would be a crushing blow to his guild's reputation.

"Please... don't kill me," he choked, the words ragged and bitter, as if they were laced with venom. "I'll do anything."

Daisuke's eyes locked onto the man, his fury simmering beneath a calm exterior. "Your armor..." he murmured.

"What?"

Daisuke drove the short swords into the ground beside the man's face, the polished fangs gleaming dangerously close to his skin. "Surrender your armor, and I won't drive these swords into your skull."

The man paled, panic setting in as he weighed his limited options. Daisuke's cold gaze only added to the pressure, his patience thinning with each passing second.

"Fine. Fine!" Jace stammered, his voice cracking. "You can have the armor," he said as he mentally issued the command to unequip said items and initiate a transfer. "Just—just keep your word."

DING!

[FrostbiteNinja is requesting to transfer several items to you. Would you like to accept?]

After accepting the armor, Daisuke summoned his daggers, his once-clam demeanor shifting from frigid to venomous. His golden eyes burned with a murderous intent that made the man's blood run cold.

"Bastard! You gave me your word!" he sputtered, his voice desperate.

Daisuke's expression remained unchanged as he replied with a chilling calm. "I said I wouldn't drive the swords into your skull." He tilted his head slightly. "These are daggers."

STAB!

While the world erupted in excitement over the golden-eyed reaper and the blood-soaked aftermath of the inevitable clash, Daisuke slowly stalked toward Nigel, fresh blood still dripping from his daggers. Abruptly cutting the stream and stowing his drone, Nigel raised his hands in surrender and held his breath, his heart hammering in his chest as he braced himself for a fate similar to FrostbiteNinja's.

Suddenly, Daisuke stilled in his tracks.

Extremely exhausted, his rage began to fade, leaving him utterly drained. His stamina and mana were at their limits, and with the final rush of adrenaline slipping away, his body gave out. His breaths became ragged, and as he staggered, on the verge of collapsing, Nigel reacted in a flash. Without thinking, he lunged forward, catching Daisuke before he hit the ground.

"I've got you," he reassured softly, carefully leaning the reaper against the trunk of a nearby tree. His voice was gentle, though a trace of disbelief lingered in his tone. "I guess this proves you really are human, after all."

Daisuke frowned quizzically, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

"The way you moved earlier... it was on a whole different level," Nigel remarked, a humble smile crossing his face. "Your speed, precision, and dexterity—I've never seen anything like it. Not even the high-rankers have a crit rate that compares to yours."