Streamer Crazy About Slaughter - Chapter 81
**Drip.**
**Drip.**
A horse races quickly across the ground.
—!!
At the end of its accelerated speed, the horse spread its beautiful white wings wide and began to fly in the sky.
Thus, as the horse took off into the air, it quickly started flying towards the location of the designated Dwarf’s Cave on the world map.
**Flap.**
**Flap.**
The horse makes a grand flight with wings like those of a pure white angel, while Serin casually fiddles with her Crescent Moon Blade, casting her gaze down at the view below.
It had been a while since she flew in the sky.
As the silver-haired Serin fiddled with her Crescent Moon Blade, she occasionally spoke.
—No need for a party.
—Even if it’s a party hunting ground, there’s no need to party, right?
—I’ll think about it after I check it out first.
……
As she descended slowly from the sky like gliding, a vast entrance resembling a giant cave came into view amid the massive foliage.
—Tiiing.
In that moment, she felt as if she passed through a giant curtain.
A slight sense of resistance.
‘Something felt off.’
Just as she had that strange thought, a hologram appeared in succession, informing her of various matters.
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— You have entered the “Dwarf’s Cave Captured by Evil Spirits.”
【Some system functions are limited.】
– Cannot invite or accept party invitations within the area; if entering the area with other party members, a 30% attack power penalty is applied.
(If a party is formed before entering, a maximum of 3 members is limited.)
– Help requests are not allowed; a 24-hour penalty is applied for re-entering the area upon d*ath.
– General, local, world, and whisper chats are locked within the area.
– If logging out within the area, your character will be considered dead, resulting in a 24-hour entry restriction and d*ath penalties.
【Additional Benefits】
– 200% increased experience and item drop rates applied when entering solo.
– An additional 20% drop rate benefit applies for entering appropriate specification hunting grounds.
【Others】
– You are recognized as a user broadcasting individually, so the chat window remains unchanged.
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After quickly reading through the notification window.
‘This is clearly a solo hunting ground, isn’t it?’
That thought crossed her mind.
If in a party, there would be attack power penalties; in contrast, entering alone provided various benefits from item drop rates to experience.
“Isn’t this a real solo hunting ground, viewers? The notification screen clearly doesn’t indicate it’s a party hunting ground.”
[Hahaha]
[Wow, insane, going in alone for real]
[Is Lin the only one cute here? Haha]
[Does it seem like a scary place? Why? Haha]
[Why does a level 65 seem like a newbie? Hahaha]
[The Dwarf’s Cave design is indeed made for solo play, but it’s really poorly done, so it’s impossible.]
[This is hard to explain, but once you try it, you’ll feel it bitterly.]
**Drip.**
**Drip.**
As the horse finished its glide and landed completely on the ground, Serin got off the horse and placed her feet on the ground.
As a sign of gratitude for its hard work, she gently patted its mane and watched as the horse slowly transformed into light and vanished, then she walked slowly toward the cave.
Despite the strange notifications she received, the excited reactions from the viewers only heightened her expectations.
Taking a consumable from her inventory, she used it, and a glowing lantern appeared in her hand.
Looking into the dark cave, she reflexively used the item, which resembled something from the Black Ark in its striking similarity.
‘…It’s strangely similar.’
Thus, she equipped the lantern at her waist.
Holding a lantern when entering a dark place or night was a habitual action born out of experience, as it was too inconvenient for combat.
**Whoosh!**
While elegantly spinning her Crescent Moon Blade, she smiled lightly.
Silently and lightly stepping forward, Serin soon entered the dark Dwarf’s Cave, which seemed to consume her in the pitch-black darkness.
……
In the chat window, referring to the cave commonly known as the Dwarf’s Cave, Serin asked while looking at the chat after walking for about five minutes into the cave.
“When do the dwarves usually start showing up? It feels like quite some time has passed, but they haven’t appeared at all.”
She felt nothing.
The cave was much too quiet than she had thought.
She had expected the dwarves to incessantly swarm at her from the beginning, as it was typically said to be a place of relentless assaults, yet that situation did not occur.
[It should be about time for those dwarf bastards to show up.]
[Fr, why aren’t they coming out?]
[They’ll come out without even looking.]
[Hahaha, if it’s your first time here, you’ll just get hit once the moment you enter.]
[But if it’s Lin, maybe she’ll react?]
[It’s been ages since I saw a solo play in the Dwarf’s Cave. Haha]
[Are there any great items here?]
[A Dwarf’s Ring, a pricey ring drops.]
[If you hope to get that, searching for rings on a real sand beach is quicker. Haha]
[If they appear, it would be epic, but the drop rate is like a lottery.]
While checking the chat window filled with various information, she still felt that they would show up soon.
**Step.**
As she walked forward, relying on the lantern strapped to her waist amid the thick darkness, Serin felt something fascinating.
She was struck by how realistic the cave was; it seemed incredibly imaginative to create such detail.
“Honestly, aside from the darkness, I can’t say much else.”
Except for the light emitted from the lantern hanging at her waist, the area was draped in an eerie darkness.
……
**Step.**
After another ten minutes of walking, she still encountered no attacks.
In fact, there wasn’t even a single dwarf to cross her path.
Now feeling bored from simply walking, she tried to speak again, but—
Tap.
Suddenly, she heard a very small sound.
Afterwards.
The moment Serin, who had stopped, slowly lowered her Crescent Moon Blade, she burst into a chuckle.
“Ha.”
And quietly exclaimed in admiration.
“Wow…”
Still, the surroundings around Serin were engulfed in pitch-black darkness, preventing her from clearly distinguishing any objects.
As she slowly looked around the surroundings, taking a complete turn.
In response to Serin’s sudden movement, the chat window quickly escalated.
[???]
[Why did she stop?]
[?? What’s so fascinating?]
[Isn’t it strange how dwarves are not appearing at all?]
[Has any moment like this happened before with dwarves not showing up?]
[Did the dwarves realize Lin was here and all run away? Haha]
[Real for real. Haha]
[But it is indeed odd.]
Seeing the chat window, Serin slowly moved her lips.
“It seems the dwarves have finally come searching for me.”
Captured by evil spirits, the dwarves.
But where did it indicate that they were captured by evil spirits?
Days ago, her thoughts that monster patterns and such were predictable seemed foolish. She felt the presence of at least dozens of them through the thick darkness.
Moreover, their numbers far exceeded any level associated with assault.
At times, it felt as if they intentionally increased their numbers upon sensing her existence.
**Step.**
The moment Serin intentionally took a step forward.
As if the darkness dissipated.
In place of the thick darkness, dwarves with chillingly red eyes surged towards Serin in unison.
Swoosh!
Whoosh!
Swoosh!
Spear, sword, axe, arrows, crossbows. A parade of various weapons.
There wasn’t any specific weapon even defined.
As the dwarves emerged from the darkness, Serin unleashed her skills without hesitation.
—Dance of the Ghost.
The moment she halted, the tip of her Crescent Moon Blade, which she had extended downwards, began to quickly stain in crimson.
Serin started to move dramatically.
Shasha—!
The trajectory of the red lines beautifully embroidered around her, as countless scarlet lines were drawn, a chilling sound echoed.
Tap.
Dwarves falling to the ground without even a scream as they met their deaths.
While monsters typically screamed upon attacking, the dwarves targeting her now made no sound at all.
“…”
Serin, oblivious to this, tilted her head the moment she felt an arrow aimed at her head.
Swoosh!
Creeeak!
With strength in her hand gripping the string attached to the Crescent Moon Blade, she spun her body around and continued the Dance of the Ghost.
Once more, drawing red lines across the space. Yet, the power wasn’t overwhelmingly destructive like she had displayed in the Colosseum.
In fact, to be precise, she could not channel her strength into her skills properly.
The confined space of the cave didn’t allow the swinging trajectory of the red crescent lines to maintain its wide area, reducing its power naturally.
Shasha—!
While continuously dancing the Dance of the Ghost without ceasing, Serin lowered her head with a cold expression.
Swoosh!
An arrow zipped past her silver hair.
At the same time.
Whoosh!
As a crossbow aimed for her thigh shot, she twisted her body to avoid it.
However, she couldn’t completely dodge it. She felt a slight sensation in the upper part of her thigh.
“Pfft…”
Once again, Serin let out a laugh, tightening her grip on the string and executing her skill once more.
—Crimson Constellation.
The hand grasping the Crescent Moon Blade showed peculiar movements, and concurrently, the Crescent Moon Blade in the air sprayed another peculiar crimson trajectory.
As the energy in that trajectory burst forth, Serin stepped back one step.
Bam!
Tap.
Clang.
The six dwarves rushing from the front dropped their weapons to the ground as they stood still, as if they had been killed instantly.
As the gruesome sight of the dwarves with their upper bodies blown off came into view, Serin’s laughter deepened.
Due to the aftermath of her skill, the flesh lay freshly exposed and raw.
While it was a grotesque and repulsive sight, Serin perceived it as something new.
‘After days of just doing the arena, it feels refreshing to see something like this.’
In the arena, any hint of brutality would forcefully be mosaiced, but with monsters, they could display their d*ath in an unabridged manner.
Of course, monsters could also be set to brutality-based on personal settings, but… then a thought struck her.
‘Ah.’
She was live broadcasting right now.
[…Wow, sh*t.]
[How did they set the game settings like this?]
[Seriously, it’s insane seeing monster flesh like this. Haha.]
[How do they even react in that darkness?]
[It’s ridiculously gruesome. Haha.]
[This was added to give a real feel, but messing with it could even make someone vomit while hunting the monsters.]
[So the first assault happened and you’re still reacting?]
[This is the first time I’ve seen dwarves swarm like that.]
[You’re laughing at seeing that?]
[Seriously, I was eating.]
[My appetite dropped. Ugh…]
While Serin seemed unfazed, the viewers clearly weren’t.
“Well, let’s take care of the ones that have gathered now….”
Saying that, Serin naturally lowered her head.
Swoosh!
An arrow passed through her silver hair.
“I’ll change the settings right away.”
As she spoke, her slender arms moved, and from the end of them, the Crescent Moon Blade drew another crimson trajectory.
Swoosh!
She pierced one dwarf’s head, and as she habitually retrieved the Crescent Moon Blade, bl**d gushed out from the head.
Seeing that, Serin felt a pang of realization.
“Uh… I’m sorry if anyone is eating.”
That scene was utterly repugnant, enough to completely ruin her appetite.