Chapter 60
Nightmare Livestream Room
When the unpleasant sense of spatial displacement subsided, Shi Mo found himself in a small, dimly lit space. The air was filled with a strange smell, a mixture of cheap sound insulation and the heat dissipation from electronic devices.
He was sitting in a cheap-looking computer chair, with a table in front of him containing a computer, microphone, fill light, and webcam.
The computer screen was lit up, displaying a flashy live streaming software interface. The room name was blank, and the number of online users was 0.
[Ding! The copy has been loaded!] The system's voice rang in his mind, tinged with a hint of caution. [Host, I have good news and bad news. Which would you like to hear first?]
Shi Mo scanned the cramped "livestream room" expressionlessly, his heterochromatic eyes appearing even more eerie in the dim light. He was still wearing that silk bathrobe, completely out of place in this environment.
"Good news," he replied curtly.
[The good news is! This time we weren't matched with an F-rank dungeon!] The system tried to make its tone sound more cheerful.
Shi Mo raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly showing a hint of interest: "Oh?"
[Uh…] The system's voice immediately lowered, [The bad news is… this is an E-rank dungeon… 'Nightmare Livestream'…]
Shi Mo: "..."
He didn't even bother to comment; the only difference was that the atmosphere around him became even more tense.
E-rank? One tier higher than F-rank? What's the difference? It's just that the level of boredom is reduced by 0.1%.
The chilling dungeon notification sound rang out at just the right moment, breaking the awkward silence (mainly from the system):
[The E-rank rule instance, 'Nightmare Livestream,' is now open.]
[Task objective: As a new streamer, earn at least 1000 "Thriller Points" in donations within a 6-hour live stream.]
[Rule 1: Live stream content must be related to 'horror,' 'ghost stories,' or 'paranormal'.]
Rule 2: Do not leave the camera's range for an extended period (more than 10 minutes).
[Rule 3: No information about the "Rule Tales," "Copies," or "Contestants" may be revealed to the audience.]
[Rule 4: Received gifts will be automatically converted into 'Horror Points'. Ordinary gifts (hearts, candies) are worth 1 point, mid-level gifts (ghost lamps, blood fingers) are worth 10 points, and advanced gifts (guillotines, nightmare castles) are worth 100 points.]
[Rule 5: A player with a horror score below 1000, or who violates any of the above rules, will be permanently banned (or killed).]
[Rule 6: During the live stream, some 'special interactive events' may occur. Please handle them appropriately.]
[Mission Successful: A Gift from God.]
"Live stream? Horror value?" Shi Mo looked at the so-called rules and felt that human (and the bizarre things that have evolved from them) entertainment methods were truly lackluster. He, the source of countless strange tales, was now going to perform "horror" for some unknown beings?
【Host, although the dungeon level is low, the task doesn't seem difficult! With your abilities, you can easily earn 1000 horror points by telling a few ghost stories or using some minor skills to scare the audience!】 The system quickly reassured (or rather, reassured itself).
Shi Mo ignored the system.
He glanced at the blank box on the computer screen where he needed to set a room name, then looked at the webcam. Too lazy to even think of a name, he simply typed two words on the keyboard: "Boring."
Then, he clicked "Start Live Stream".
The moment the live stream started, the number of viewers jumped from zero to a few, then slowly increased. A few scattered comments began to appear on the screen:
"A new streamer? That room name...pretty arrogant."
"Wow! This streamer is incredibly handsome! That white hair! Those eyes! Are they colored contact lenses?"
"This doesn't look like the horror section. Did we wander into the wrong movie set?"
"Wearing pajamas? Is this just a publicity stunt?"
Shi Mo couldn't be bothered to read the comments, let alone interact with them. He leaned back lazily in his chair, one hand supporting his chin, his heterochromatic eyes staring indifferently at the camera as if he were looking at a pile of inorganic stones.
Thriller content? Performance? To him, it was an insult.
【Host! Host! Say something! Or do something scary? Otherwise, how will you earn horror points?】The system was frantically shouting in his mind.
"Noisy," Shi Mo thought to himself.
Time passed second by second, but Shi Mo remained motionless, like an exquisite yet cold sculpture.
Occasionally, viewers would send inexpensive gifts like "little hearts" or "small candies," slowly increasing the suspense level. After more than ten minutes, it barely broke 50 points. At this rate, it would be questionable whether they could even reach 1000 points in six hours.
However, something strange happened.