Hacking the Game Didn't Go as Intended

CHAPTER 192: Situational Damage?

Easing into a swift dash, he vaulted over the scurrying spiderlings. Mid-air, he cast a fleeting glance at the murderous swarm below, wishing he had an AoE skill to cull their numbers and ease the burden on the knights. Zephyr's Emberstorm would have wiped them out in an instant.

SZZZREEEK!

The Armored Arachnid let out a bone-rattling screech that sent a jolt through the air. Daisuke's eyes snapped upward just in time to see a glob of acid hurtling toward him. With no room to maneuver, he reacted instantly—materializing a volley of luminous cones via Magic Missile.

The projectiles shot forward, colliding with the acidic blob in a sizzling eruption that sent droplets of residue splattering across the frozen ground.

But the beast wasn't finished.

The moment his feet touched the ground, a fresh barrage of corrosive spit rained down upon him. Daisuke darted in a tight arc, the acidic projectiles hot on his heels, pursuing him like heat-seeking missiles. His movements were sharp, and he didn't slow. Instead, he lashed out a magic chain, coiling it around one of the creature's armored legs and yanking himself forward in a burst of momentum.

But the fiend had seen this move before.

Anticipating the tactic, the spider spun around and fired off a thick webbing straight into the path of its prey.

Daisuke's pupils shrank.

Shit!

Time seemed to crawl as his instincts took over.

Twisting his body mid-air, he arched backward, executing a seamless Fosbury Flop over the sticky mass. He felt the web graze the ends of his hair as he narrowly cleared the obstruction, flipping upright in a fluid motion just as he closed the distance.

His dual daggers flashed.

Daisuke struck fast and hard, targeting the creature's exposed cranium and the gaps between its armor-plated legs. His blades moved in a blur—relentless, ruthless, precise, like the merciless sting of a hundred giant hornets.

Each slash carved deep into flesh, spilling thick, dark ichor onto the icy ground. The arachnid shrieked and thrashed, its monstrous body convulsing under the onslaught.

Desperation flickered in its beady crimson eyes. With a sudden violent lurch, it threw its massive weight sideways, trying to crush the silver-haired nuisance against a tree.

Daisuke barely twisted out of range, rolling under the fiend's body before it could pin him. Then the creature lunged, jaws widening in an attempt to devour him whole. Daisuke leapt back, but instead of focusing entirely on retreat, he flicked his wrist. A Frost Prism materialized between his fingers, and with pinpoint accuracy, he hurled it straight into the monster's gaping maw.

The crystal lodged deep inside its throat.

A heartbeat later, it detonated.

Sharp, ice-laced spikes erupted outward in a formation akin to a sea urchin, skewering the beast from within. The arachnid let out a garbled screech, ichor oozing from its mouth as its body convulsed violently.

[Situational Damage!]

[62,946 damage dealt.]

Situational Damage? Daisuke frowned in shock.

Before he could mull over this new enigma, the spider shattered the icy mass in its maw and hurled itself forward, bladed front legs slicing through the air, aiming to carve him into fillets. But the monster had made a fatal miscalculation—its back legs were bound.