Hacking the Game Didn’t Go as Intended

Daisuke lay sprawled on the cold, wooden floor. The relentless rain and screeching crickets outside were deafening, but it wasn’t enough to dull the violent maelstrom of thoughts raging in his mind.

Dammit! I feel so useless! In my previous life, at least I had a job and my programming skills. But here, I feel like nothing more than a helpless spectator.

All of a sudden, a faint scratching noise broke through his despair, stirring Daisuke from his stupor. He sat upright in time to witness a small kitten squeezing through a tiny hole at the bottom of the front door.

As the kitten wriggled its way in—successfully escaping the frigid night’s rain—it paused to survey its surroundings before shaking off the water from its pitch-black coat. Had Daisuke not noticed the scratching, the kitten would have easily blended into the room’s shadows without ever being detected.

Advertising that he wasn’t a threat, Daisuke held his ground and simply observed. To his surprise, the kitten cautiously approached him, sniffing his finger as if to determine his nature, before tentatively licking his hand.

Daisuke beamed like a child at a carnival, his fingers itching to pet the creature. However, he resisted the urge, deciding it was best to give the kitten more time to trust him.

Is it domesticated? he wondered internally as the kitten boldly hopped onto his thigh and curled up in his lap. Or maybe it’s just too young to be wary? Whatever the case, I appreciate the company.

He observed as the feline’s olive-green eyes slowly closed, a warm smile spreading across his lips. “I don’t have any food to give you, but I hope you’ll consider staying with me for a while.”

***

Years drifted by, and Midnight became a regular visitor, arriving almost nightly while on the prowl for food. Though just a stray cat, incapable of speech or clear emotions, its presence was enough to ease Daisuke’s loneliness and preserve his sanity.

At some point, however, Midnight stopped coming. To an individual who was completely ignorant about the world beyond these walls, it was an omen of the world’s unmistakable peril.

Yet cats were known for their capricious nature; it was a wonder Midnight had lingered as long as it did. It was possible the cat had found a mate or had simply moved on to greener pastures. Uncertain of the reason, Daisuke chose not to burden himself with unnecessary grief. The recurring nightmares of being chased and brutalized by loan sharks were already an unbearable burden for him to carry.

Despite the passage of years, Daisuke and his mother’s living conditions only deteriorated. Perhaps it was because she was no longer as young and desirable, but the physical abuse she endured grew increasingly severe.

By extension, Daisuke also felt more despair. But he knew his mother wouldn’t entertain any plea for change unless he presented a feasible plan to consistently put food on the table.

“Open!” he muttered with evident frustration, his fingers gesturing urgently. “Open Status Window!”

How many times had he uttered those words now? Hundreds? Thousands? Since the moment he could articulate the command without just spraying spit everywhere, Daisuke had been desperately trying to interface with the System, but to no avail.

Assuming this world was indeed a video game, being able to hunt monsters and perform quests would significantly alter their lives.

“Then she wouldn’t need to continue doing this anymore…”

Suddenly, Daisuke’s heart lurched as he heard his mother’s scream piercing through the thin walls of the hut. His eyes widened, and his pulse raced at the unmistakable anguish in her voice.

He knew all too well the dangers that lurked in his mother’s line of work, and she would always implore him never to intervene, but her cry was so heart-wrenching this time that he couldn’t ignore it.

Without a second thought, Daisuke rushed forward and burst into the bedroom through the old door. The sight of his mother in distress fueled his determination to protect her.

The man raised his arm, intent on striking her again, and Daisuke’s young but fierce spirit ignited as he witnessed the man’s cruelty.

Channeling all his bravery, he quickly moved in behind the unsuspecting bastard and delivered a powerful kick to his sagging genitals, causing him to collapse to his knees in excruciating pain.

“Ah, fuck! You goddamn brat!” he roared.

Seizing the moment, Daisuke hurried to his mother’s side on the bed. She was shaken and wrapped in the tangled sheets, her face stained with blood and tears. But, before he could ensure her safety, the man regained his footing.

Outraged, his face twisting into a ghastly mask, the man lashed out at the source of his turmoil, his rage uncontrollable. A strong right arm sent the child crashing into the floor, and then a barrage of heavy kicks and stomps assaulted his body without mercy.

Daisuke’s fingers convulsed with each attack, and his body writhed in pain, ragged breaths tearing from his lungs. His small frame was no match for the adult’s brute force.

As timid and hopeless as she was before, the mother’s temperament completely changed the moment she spied her son in mortal danger.

In a desperate act of self-sacrifice, she took a daring leap of courage. She lunged at the vile man, unleashing all her pent-up rage and frustration. With an instinctive ferocity, she sank her teeth into his ear, tearing off a piece in a wild attempt to protect her son and herself.

“You whoring bitch!”

The bastard let out a scream of agony, shocked by the retaliation. The pain and alarm in his eyes were evident as he clutched his bleeding ear. Overwhelmed by the injury and the unexpected resistance, he clumsily grabbed his clothing and fled like a cornered dog.

“You’ll both pay dearly for this!” He threatened one last time before he was out of sight and sound.

Ignoring the ominous warning, Daisuke’s mother rushed over to his still form, gathering him up in her arms while shedding tears and apologizing profusely.

Daisuke had hoped the traumatic encounter would prompt a change in the woman’s lifestyle, but it was wishful thinking. Like the Robinsons, she was as stubborn as a mule. As soon as the swelling on her face subsided and the bruises faded slightly, she returned to work.

However, one significant change did occur because of the incident: Daisuke was no longer afraid of the unknown.

After being beaten to an inch of his life and left with a death threat, he resolved to become more spontaneous and daring.

Caution was a necessary virtue, but excessive caution could lead to stagnation and missed opportunities. If he wanted answers or change, he needed to bravely seize them.

And so, for the first time since his birth, Daisuke made the conscious decision to step outside. His heart raced in his chest as he took a deep breath and pushed the wooden door open. A rush of hot air greeted his face, causing him to squint against the brightness of the sun’s rays, which were stronger and harsher than anything he had experienced in the past seven years.

He felt a surge of fear and curiosity as he waited for his eyes to adjust. And, when they did, he gasped.

A bleak and barren landscape, full of dirt and trash, filled his gaze. The slums were a maze of shacks and crude dwellings made of hide, crammed together in a chaotic and crowded fashion.

People dotted the streets. They were filthy and ragged, garbed in torn clothes and carrying bags or baskets loaded with what they had scavenged. The unhealthiest of them were begging, others were talking, arguing, or fighting, and most were sleeping the day away—preserving the little energy they had in the face of the broiling sun.

Daisuke felt a pang of sadness and pity at the realization that this was his home. In the midst of this depressing community is where he had been living for the past few years. He wondered if there was anything better out there, or if this was all there was to this mysterious world.

For a moment, he wondered if he was in hell, but then shook his head and tried to focus on his goal.

First thing’s first, he thought to himself. I need information. What’s happened to me can wait. My priority right now is to figure out a way to become self-sufficient, for both mom and me.

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