“The train you are currently watching is a structure made up of five carriages, each one kilometer wide, one and a half kilometers high, and seven point seven kilometers long.”
– What the hell?
“I found out it’s exactly 350 times larger than the average steam locomotive specs. So, it’s a train made for people who are 700 meters tall.”
Same specs as a ‘kitchen.’
This is a matter related to hives around the world.
One of the secrets of the deep sea that Oceanos couldn’t uncover.
Well, that aside, the viewers watching the broadcast weren’t thinking about the specifications of the Hong Kong hive.
That’s obvious. No one could take their eyes off the enormous train in front of them.
Due to its sheer size, it felt just like a gigantic wall right in front of them.
If Parang hadn’t said it was a train, they would have really thought it was just a wall.
“It’s the second largest hive in the world. The largest is in the Mariana Trench of the Pacific.”
Actually, saying ‘it’s in the Mariana Trench’ is misleading.
It’s more accurate to say that the Mariana Trench is the hive.
“Someday, I’ll go there too,” Parang’s voice was calm as can be.
“Isn’t it magnificent?”
‘Magnificent’? The viewers were left wondering if such a simple four-letter word could summarize this sight.
Well, since Parang comes down regularly, it almost feels like home now.
There was a time she even thought about wiping out all the monsters here and turning it into an underwater base.
It failed at the stage of bringing in construction materials.
Anyway, Parang plans to thoroughly go through this train for three days – today, tomorrow, and the day after.
On the first day, carriages four and five, on the second day, two and three, and on the last day, just one.
She plans to scrape the bottom of the ‘train’ clean and broadcast it live.
There won’t be any entities that launch mind attacks beyond the screen.
Most are monsters that simply crush their opponents with brute force.
Larger hives tend to have this tendency.
The monsters hiding in a corner, who occasionally swim out, must resort to all kinds of tricks to keep their prey from escaping, but here, all you have to do is open your mouth and the food comes in.
In any ecosystem, those who struggle to ‘distract their opponents’ are the lowest tier.
The clumsy monsters would become nothing more than a meal, leaving only the fierce, gluttonous, and large ones in the mix.
Once Parang finished explaining that, she set the tone for the broadcast.
“Okay, let’s slowly head inside. Starting from the top carriage.”
The ‘train’ seemed to be positioned horizontally, but in reality, it was slightly tilted, with the front lower than the back.
However, since its length is 38 kilometers, even a slight tilt results in a height difference of 5 kilometers between the front and back carriages.
That’s why she referred to the direction of entry as ‘up’ instead of front or back.
And with a height difference of around 5 kilometers, it’s no surprise that the monsters living here are like worlds apart.
It made sense to arrange the exploration order to reveal increasingly impactful monsters as they go.
Parang sped towards the first carriage of the train.
– They’re all big, so there shouldn’t be anything too creepy, thank goodness.
– It’s an influx?
– Yes, definitely an influx.
“Looks like it’s an influx. There were quite a few viewers with such brave thoughts.”
Not anymore. After someone brought up a brilliant idea in the community, regular viewers of Parang’s broadcast always keep oil paper at their side.
Just in case they need to quickly obscure the screen.
Some viewers even hoped, watching the 360-degree rotating screen, ‘Maybe there’s automatic filtering?!’
Parang and Silo agreed that ‘You have to show it as it is; otherwise, they won’t come in,’ so they had to unfortunately grab some oil paper again.
In any case, Parang arrived at the very back of the train.
It looked like the connecting link between the carriages had been brutally torn apart, as if claiming that there had been more carriages behind.
Whether it actually existed or was just pretending, who knows.
Regardless, Parang boldly entered the train.
The response in the chat wasn’t explosive.
– Wow
– What is this?
A few sporadic and short messages popped up, then ended.
The viewers were so captivated by the scenery inside the train that they didn’t even think of typing in the chat.
They felt as if they had become a tribe of tiny beings who boarded a train in a land of giants.
The water inside the hive was abnormally clear, with a deep blue hue, allowing them to see all the way to the other end of the carriage.
So they could take in the train’s appearance all at once.
Luxurious-looking chairs covered with fine fabrics, checkered carpets, and a snack cart located in one corner.
Even the elegant wooden tables looked as if they had been submerged in water for a long time, yet showed no signs of decay.
It felt like stepping into a scene from a Western movie. If one rang the fancy bell on the table, a waiter would likely come out with a towel draped over his arm, ready to take orders, while outside, the sound of Indians chasing on horseback could almost be heard.
Ah, of course, this assumes there aren’t any pests bustling about inside the train.
The train had essentially turned into a city of monsters.
Thousands of lights shining brightly from beneath the seats, not quite sure if they were eyes or something else.
Starfish covering the windows completely.
Massive coral and anemones taking up seats.
Schools of whales swimming leisurely above, accompanied by jellyfish the same size.
And all sorts of familiar or unfamiliar monsters swimming gracefully in every part.
And everything was gently illuminated by a deep blue light.
Familiar space, strange colors, and bizarre props combined to create a sensation like stepping into a bad dream.
Parang gave the viewers time to fully appreciate this bizarre setting.
So slowly, as if on a cruise, she meandered around the inside of the train.
Ah, of course, her pace was slightly faster. After all, no monster would be interested in her for moving a little quicker.
With gazelles and buffalo wandering around, no lion would waste energy trying to catch a mouse.
Whether the mouse was fast or slow didn’t concern the lion at all either.
So Parang felt free to roam around this hive, showing the viewers around.
Of course, she wasn’t just playing the role of a tour guide.
Booom.
“It’s still not catching… Is it not here in this carriage?”
From her chest, the electronic sound of booming continued.
It was the equipment given to Parang by Silo to find the corpses and artifacts of the Slayers.
It operates on the principle of tracking the signal generated from a locator injected into the blood of the Slayers.
The blood of the awakened is a rather special object, so it tends to stay within the body.
Even while being modified into the flesh of a deity, it remained firmly in its place.
This underscores how remarkable Silo is for having taken Parang’s blood.
Anyway, if the corpse of a Slayer is nearby, this machine, resembling a gem beneath her throat, would flash and emit signals. Just like a metal detector.
It can scan up to 200 meters around Parang.
However, no matter how much she wandered through the train car, the equipment stayed silent.
Of course, Parang didn’t expect it would conveniently be in the first carriage.
After all, she needed to tour all five carriages for the broadcast sake.
Still, the fact that the item she sought was nowhere in sight was quite bothersome.
She didn’t particularly want to watch TV, but finding herself bored, she searched for the remote control, only to find it was missing.
That annoyingly frustrating and irritating feeling.
And Parang knew just how to relieve her stress in such moments.
She charged toward the goofy-looking monster swimming right next to her.
The Bambaspis, who had only the crime of being next to an irate Parang, looked at her with wide, shocked eyes.
“Die, trash. I feel awful. Get lost.”
The usually gentle and friendly Parang was sweeping away the monsters with frightful lines. Not just fish but crustaceans and mollusks too, hunting one and moving to the next in a gruesome cycle.
And despite being someone who sincerely cares about explaining monsters, she was spitting out nothing but phrases like ‘Die. Filthy. Dirty. Inferior.’
Ah, of course, she was not a monster that would smash everything in her home just because she couldn’t find the remote.
In fact, Parang genuinely wanted to calmly explain and conduct an upscale monster hunting show.
But,
– Show me more, show me more, show me more.
– Wow, today’s broadcast is absolutely delicious!
– Slurp, slurp, it’s so tasty, slurp, slurp, it’s so tasty.
– Brrr… brrr… brrr…
The explosive reactions made it impossible for her to stop.
Here’s how the whole situation started.
With a hint of irritation, Parang dashed towards the Bambaspis but hesitated for a moment.
Typically, she aimed for a slow-paced broadcast, explaining each catch with the slow meticulousness of a fine dining restaurant, or at least that’s what she believed.
But right now she was consumed by rage, swimming without a thought to slaughter the Bambaspis.
She paused her swimming and thought, “I should explain. I have to explain.”
But ironically, there was nothing to explain about this particular Bambaspis!!
It was just a larger version of a fish that already looked a bit dim-witted, so there really wasn’t anything to say.
So Parang went ahead and explained it as it was.
“This is a monster called Bambaspis. It’s just a larger version of the original species, with no special abilities.”
The irritation she had felt earlier suddenly resurfaced, and her emotions escalated, causing her to spill out more words.
“It’s incompetent, worthless, pathetic. It probably swam around with a foolish expression its whole life and will end that useless life now that I’m here to save it myself.”
And then the chat exploded. Cheers erupted.
Parang, seeing this, thought ‘Aha!’
She decided to occasionally say harsh words as long as the viewers liked it, but still, she felt a twinge of guilt for behaving so rudely to her loyal viewers.
If there were people who enjoyed that, her guilt would lessen somewhat, but not everyone watching her broadcast shares the same sentiment.
So she was pondering what to do when she realized?
Why not just say harsh things to the monsters?
With that mindset, she caught a few more around her and experimented, and the response was nothing short of explosive.
It became a win-win situation: Parang was happy seeing her viewers delighted, the mysterious taunting was rewarded, and the other viewers got satisfaction from watching the monsters get swiftly dispatched.
A utopia was created where no one but the monsters were hurt. Yu Parang, where are her limits!
Ah, of course, even now, Parang was suppressing the urge to chatter while slaughtering the monsters.
‘Ah, I need to explain this one. Oh, this one is really dangerous.’
“An inferior type. Trash. Don’t mess with my human.”
But with momentum pushing her forward, she continued the verbal attacks.
While it felt good, she recognized the need for restraint. Thinking she should rein it in after today and seal it away for a while, that was Parang’s thought.
But when exactly should she stop?
She had already butchered 10% of the monsters in the first carriage. It was about time to exercise some self-control.
Then, perfectly timed, a new donation popped up.
– ‘ㅇㅇ’ donated 1213 won! –
[ It’s getting a little boring since you’re cutting up too many monsters. Can you show us something scary? ]
What a rude message, but Parang couldn’t help but smile.
It was the decidedly vague amount of 1213.
December 13th. The founding day of Oceanos.
I wonder who among the five it could be. I’ll have to ask them later.
Whoever it was, they did something kind. She decided to buy them a tasty treat.
“Something scary? Sure.”
– Don’t, don’t, don’t!
– Who are you, what the hell!
– No, wait, why are you saying you like it now!
– Aaaah!
– The stream leader just hit the switch, we’re doomed ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
– Teacher, we’ll do better, please just let us see one more time!
“Absolutely not.”
With a faint smile, Parang dashed under the seats.
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