Hacking the Game Didn't Go as Intended

CHAPTER 146: Armor and Ambition - A Chapter's End

An hour later, Daisuke let out a relieved sigh as he wrapped up the logistics. Cleave had roused from his drunken stupor only minutes before he finished, but when the calming chime of the System echoed, confirming that the gold had been delivered to his inventory, every trace of tension melted away.

DING!

[73,368 gold has been acquired.]

Daisuke tapped his chin, deep in thought. The last time I brought mobs to the butchery, I ranked in over 100k gold, but that was thanks to having eleven Floor Guardians in my inventory. This time around, aside from the two high-level mobs I picked up from Kaizyreus, I only had four unique mobs. Are they really valuable enough to net this much profit?

Clad in a frilly two-piece bikini, Wallet-chan bent over with a slow, seductive flair, her hands trailing down her thighs, past her knees, and to her ankles. Her eyes were glazed with desire, her cheeks flushed with warmth. Her perfectly sculpted posterior pressed enticingly tight against the thin fabric. Just as the strap of her bikini top snapped and her breathtakingly large breasts were about to spill out—

POP!

Daisuke's vision shattered, his mind thrown into chaos by the sudden, unwelcome interruption of Cleave's voice that cut through the moment like a sharp crack of thunder.

"I was hoping my daughter might've seduced you into knocking her up," he muttered disappointedly. "A child would've given you a reason to stay here in Wonderelle, but alas."

"Unbelievable," Daisuke retorted in a monotone, pokerfaced. "Using your own daughter for your personal schemes—have you no shame?"

"Looks like I'll just have to ration the rest of the Ekimmu monstron and make it stretch a bit longer."

Daisuke's jaw dropped, his expression a mix of shock and outrage. "Oi!" he barked, hoisting the Sturdy Club and bonking the bastard squarely on the head. "Don't ignore me!"

Putting his antics aside, Cleave placed a hand on Daisuke's shoulder, his warm smile slightly undermined by the comical lump still steaming on his head. "It's a real shame you're leaving," he said, his tone tinged with genuine sadness. "The work won't be nearly as thrilling without the rare and exotic creatures you bring my way.

But I get it—a true adventurer can't resist the call of the unknown. The world's full of wonders and mysteries... but it's also brimming with danger. Stay sharp out there, my friend. Safe travels."

Daisuke blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the man's heartfelt tone. Meeting Cleave's ardent gaze, he allowed a faint smile to tug at his lips. "Thanks for everything," he said. "I'm sure we'll cross paths again. Until then, take care... and don't worry—I'll be sure to let Eena know you only see her as a bargaining chip."

"Wait, no! Have mercy!" Cleave cried, dropping to his knees in exaggerated despair, his voice ringing out like a melodramatic opera. "HAAAXKS~!"

***

"What took you so long?" the dyesmith grumbled, keeping her gaze fixated on her current project. "I finished your request early yesterday."

Daisuke's jaw tightened slightly, though he kept his expression neutral. "I apologize for the delay, but if I recall correctly, you mentioned the order wouldn't be ready until today."

The woman scowled, the wrinkles on her face deepening. "Do you believe everything people say to you?"

Daisuke couldn't suppress the frown any longer. "Not everyone, no. But I would expect the words of a reputable business owner to be trustworthy."