In one fluid motion, Dexter's dagger morphed into teleportation sandals. He blinked to the exit, then instantly transformed them into a crossbow. The bolt flew straight for the healer's heart — only for FireSnapper to intercept it with his own body, the damage barely scratching his HP bar.
'Tch. Even Tier III gear can't dent this bastard?' Dexter grimaced.
"Listen carefully, FlyHighLikeAButterfly," FireSnapper spat blood, his voice steel.
"Surrender now, or face the entire Alliance. I've already reported your cheating." He flashed a glowing system message.
"Millions will hunt you across Eldrion."
Dexter's hands began to shake violently, his face paling.
"Y-you're joking... right?" he stammered, the perfect picture of terrified desperation.
The party relaxed visibly, shields lowering. FireSnapper extended a hand.
"Join us instead. With your... abilities, we could rule Eldrion together."
Behind his trembling facade, Dexter's mind raced.
'Idiots. They actually bought it.'
A grotesque smile split Dexter's face — so unnaturally wide that all four players instinctively retreated.
"Honestly?" His voice dripped with mockery. "I couldn't care less about your hunt. But tell me..."
His features melted like wax, first into a wrinkled elder, then a black-haired woman.
"How will they identify the killer when I can become anyone?"
The transformed cloak and crossbow erupted into twin monstrosities of steel — Guillotine Blades, their absurd thickness making the party recoil. The tank's scream pierced the chamber:
"FUCK! KEEP DISTANCE! THOSE ARE GUILLOTINES!"
Dread settled over them. These cursed blades traded 75% of the wielder's HP for a devastating area strike dealing triple that damage — the ultimate suicide weapon for guild sacrificial charges. But in this enclosed space, with no allies to follow up, activating them meant certain death.
Dexter hefted the executioner's swords with eerie grace.
"Useless AIs shouldn't play with human ingenuity."
Their reactions came a heartbeat too late. Dexter launched himself at the healer with terrifying speed, his movement so violent it made even the tank hesitate — torn between self-preservation and duty.
FireSnapper and the crossbowman scrambled backward in panic, abandoning their comrades. The healer's hands glowed with preemptive healing magic, casting healing spells despite taking no damage yet. The tank roared, slamming his helm onto the ground to activate Aegis Barrier — a last-ditch damage-absorbing shield.
Through the chaos, Dexter's voice cut like steel:
"Final. Eclipse."
The Guillotine Blades ignited with crimson energy as he brought them down in a devastating cross-slash aimed at both remaining foes simultaneously.
Dexter's earth-shaking strike obliterated the healer instantly — her body collapsed like a felled tree, lifeless before hitting the ground. The tank fared little better; his armor shattered into metallic fragments, leaving only his shield and hammer intact.
Yet FireSnapper stood unwavering. His offhand now blazed with a firestaff, creating a deadly duality of flame and frost. Twin spells — Inferno and Hailstorm — erupted simultaneously, their conflicting elements swirling toward Dexter.
Caught mid-swing with his massive blades, Dexter had no chance to evade. His HP bar plummeted under the elemental onslaught.
Seizing the opportunity, the crossbowman — rather than fleeing — planted his feet and activated Snipe. The extended charge time perfectly synchronized with Dexter's landing, the enhanced bolt piercing through smoke and steam just as his foot touched the ground.
[You died.]
[Please select Respawn Point: Last Safe Zone/Home]
[30 Seconds before Resurrection.]
[29 Seconds before Resurrection.]
[28 Seconds before Resurrection.]
Dexter, still laughing in his soul form, chose the 'Last Safe Zone,' leaving the three remaining players inside the dungeon.
…
"Goddammit! He took out MysticLight!" the crossbowman kicked the dirt. "How the hell do we explain this to the Guild Leader?"
FireSnapper's veins bulged as he roared,
"I FUCKING TOLD YOU PK ZONE FARMING WAS A BAD IDEA!"
"Enough!" The tank slammed his hammer down, silencing both.
"We need to alert the Alliance about this equipment-swapping glitch. Just because we killed one cheater doesn't mean there aren't more."
As FireSnapper rummaged through the glowing loot bag near Dexter's skeletal remains, his face twisted in disgust.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" He hurled the contents to the ground — a sabertooth pelt, mule reins (mounts normally couldn't exist inside the bag), and... a hundred pack of rolled dry leaves.
"THIS is what we almost died for?!"
…
Dexter's body reformed in the bustling plaza with a flash of blue light. After a quick inventory check, he roared:
"MY FUCKING CIGARETTES! AND MY GODDAMN MOUNTS!"
The sudden outburst turned heads across the marketplace, drawing disapproving glares from merchants and adventurers alike.
'That rolled dry leaf cost me 100,000 coins!' His eye twitched violently.
'Those "Happy Go Lucky" bastards... Just wait until I unlock Tier VI transformations.'
Cracking his knuckles, Dexter glared northward where the Uncharted Zone's ominous mists loomed.
'I'll hunt every last one of you through those damned wastes. Nobody steals from me and lives to brag about it.'
'/Destiny.'
[Crafting Mastery: Level 2 (Can craft Tier III equipment and below)]
[Refining Mastery: Level 2 (Can refine Tier III materials – TIII 1 Raw + TII 2 Refined = TIII Refined)]
[Weapon and Armor Mastery: Level 16 (All Equipment) – Can now wear Tier III equipment.]
[Weapon and Armor Specialization: Level 12 (All Equipment) – Damage/Healing increase by 1.2%]
[Lifeskills: Level 2 (All Tools) – Can now gather Tier III raw materials using Tier II tools.]
'Still a long way to go… Damn it… I need to buy a new mule again… Oh wait, I can ride a normal horse now.'
...
As usual, Dexter headed to the market naked with only his loincloth protecting his critical part — but this time, he ducked into a blind spot and morphed into a voluptuous female form. Male players turned like sunflowers tracking light, their eyes glued to his new curves.
'These idiots don't realize I'm packing more than they bargained for,' he chuckled internally.
At the stable, Dexter leaned across the counter, strategically displaying cleavage while covering just enough. The clerk's Adam's apple bobbed violently.
"A Tier III horse, please~" Dexter purred, tracing the counter's edge.
"Something... sturdy."
"Y-yes! The S-Sunstrider model is—"
"How much?" Dexter interrupted, pouting exaggeratedly while glancing between his enhanced chest and the clerk's flushed face.
"Tw-twelve thousand..."
Dexter sighed dramatically, biting his lip.
"But then I can't afford clothes..." He emphasized the word while arching his back slightly.
The clerk slammed both hands on the counter.
"FREE! Just take it!"
"Really?!" In one fluid motion, Dexter completed the transaction at zero cost and galloped away before the clerk could reconsider.
'Note to self: Gender-swapping cuts mount costs by 100%. Might be worth dying more often.'