Chapter 10: Welcome to Drunken Hell
[CurrentTime donated 1,000 won]
– It’s 11:28 PM. Checking for donation lag.
“Was wondering about the time—thanks for letting me know~ Heh heh.”
Ten hours into the stream, and it’s already past midnight.
All I’ve consumed in that time is Jack Daniel’s and a few cans of beer stashed in the fridge, yet oddly, I don’t feel queasy or hungry.
Instead, my body feels refreshed and light.
What’s going on?
Did they accidentally mix some performance enhancer into the Jack Daniel’s?
No way.
If there was actually a doping agent in there, chugging three bottles of Jack Daniel’s would’ve had me keeled over with a burst blood vessel or heart attack by now.
So what is it?
What’s this body made of that I can down three bottles of whiskey and five cans of beer without a hitch?
[AreYouAlive donated 1,000 won]
– Yo, you alive? Not dead, right? Not standing there dead like Whitebeard?
“Huh? Oh, I’m alive. Just zoned out thinking about something. Sorry ‘bout that—”
[Shouldn’t you sleep? You’ve been up for 10 hours;;]
[?? NewSpring does 10-hour streams on average?]
[No mentioning other streamers!]
[That’s a gaming stream, this is a booze fest;;;]
[Oh, right.]
Right, I’m streaming.
Watching the chat scroll by, I got curious about the viewer count and glanced at the side monitor.
Current viewers: 1,127.
For a stream that’s been nothing but drinking for over 10 hours, you’d expect viewers to drop, but they’ve doubled instead.
Hmm—might need to pick a moderator soon.
No, I’ll wait a few days before deciding.
It’s a bit chaotic now, but better than picking some weirdo as a mod.
Click, click—I muted a few overly rowdy viewers, then turned back to the screen.
“Hm, random thought, but it’s my first stream, right?”
[Yup]
[For real, first stream?]
[No way]
[???????????]
“Just drinking straight up is kinda boring, don’t you think? So, I came up with a content idea—wanna hear it?”
[Yup]
[Go go go go]
[Let’s hear it]
[Ooh]
It’s not some grand plan I prepped for days—it’s just a light idea that hit me while drinking.
The base is a game, like others do.
Sounds like a typical drinking game stream so far, but I added a twist.
“I’ll play a game, and every time my character gets hit and needs to heal with a potion or something, I’ll drink.”
[Yup]
[Dark Souls vibe?]
[Could be Monster Hunter]
[Wait, no way]
“Every time the character drinks a potion or water, I take a shot. How’s that?”
Whenever the character drinks, I drink.
A stunt only this body—seemingly immune to alcohol—can pull off.
A crazy act no normal person would dare try, turned into content.
A unique idea no one else can replicate.
I’m calling it Drunken Hell Pilgrimage.
[You’re seriously doing that???]
[LOLOLOL]
[That’s next-level alcoholism.]
[Is your liver… even real?]
[What the hell, give me my money back]
[Chat smells like booze now]
I just blurted out a spur-of-the-moment idea, but the reaction was explosive.
A few worried about my health, but their chats got buried under the flood of viewers hyped for my insane idea.
“Pretty cool, right? I’ve already picked the game—let’s fire it up.”
Click—I opened Steam on the side monitor and launched a game.
One I bought on a whim, got hooked on, and missed deadlines over, so I hadn’t touched it since.
It’s infamous but one of my all-time favorites, alongside Monster Hunter.
The screen went black briefly, then the somber, heavy main theme started playing.
The epic music lit up the chat again, and I grinned, opening my mouth.
“Dark Souls.”
[RealDoctor donated 10,000 won]
– Liver cirrhosis is serious business.
[InternalMedDoc donated 1,000 won]
– Cirrhosis would be the least of it; at that rate, liver cancer’s not out of the question lol.
[UniversityHospital donated 100,000 won]
– Come to our hospital for a check-up.
“Geez, such worrywarts. I’ll get a check-up later, so don’t stress.”
Chuckling, I ordered more alcohol on the side monitor.
Since I’m running low, I used a popular food delivery app to hit the minimum order with beer and added soju to reach 50,000 won.
Beer alone would bloat me too much, so I got some soju, too.
Of course, drinking on an empty stomach is asking for trouble, so I ordered a chicken—boneless, naturally.
I’d already done adult verification on the app, so the order went through smoothly, and I set my phone down.
“Alright, let’s dive in.”
[OMG!!]
[Whoa, that’s a hellhole up ahead. Can’t follow you there.]
[Liver cirrhosis punch! Liver cirrhosis punch!]
Click—I moved past the title screen to the next.
Selected: New Game.
Shing—with a grand, sword-drawing sound, the familiar voice of an old man echoed, a sound every undead knows well.
<“Yes… indeed…”>
No time for that, so I spammed the keyboard and mouse to skip the opening.
[Oh.]
[First time, you’re supposed to watch it all.]
“Watch that long thing? By the time I’m done, the booze would’ve evaporated—what then?”
[Love for alcohol at madness level]
[That’s the kind of girl I like]
Seeing no major backlash, I poured my fourth glass of Jack Daniel’s.
Here we go.
I picked the Deprived class, naturally.
Gotta take the handicap to drink more.
Licking my lips, I brought the whiskey glass closer.
[OMG!!]
[What? A reward for staying glued for 10 hours?]
“Since when?”
[Clairvoyant donated 1,000 won]
– I can see everything, big sis.
“Oh, my head…”
Glancing at the chat, I finished customizing my character.
The final result: a Deprived class, no starting gift—a true penniless wretch.
Ta-da! Your Dark Souls is now in Korean mode.
[Is the game just an excuse to drink?]
[Shh]
[Shh]
[Shh]
[Sorry]
“You guys are having fun without me.”
Ding—a bell tolled, and the screen shifted.
My character rose in a graveyard full of tombstones, equipped with nothing but a crude club, a makeshift wooden shield, and tattered rags.
“Hahaha, literally nothing!”
[That’s Deprived for you]
[Deprived is the way]
[LOL for real]
[Game nerd confirmed]
I mashed the keyboard, sprinting forward.
Grabbing the Ashen Estus Flask by the broken fountain, I kept going straight.
Humming, I reached the first boss area.
The early-game mobs were slow—really slow—so I made it to the boss room with ease.
[What? What is this? Not a newbie, a veteran?]
“Huh? I didn’t play that much. Just a tiny bit.”
[Your “tiny bit” is…?]
“Just a tiny bit, I swear.”
I pulled up the Steam window on the side monitor.
Dark Souls 3, playtime: 144 hours.
“See?”
[A “tiny bit” (144 hours)]
[For Dark Souls, that’s actually low]
[LOL if you can’t drink, just say so, don’t be shy]
Hah, me, unable to drink?
That’s a laugh.
I shoved the Steam window aside and dove into the first boss fight.
The boss, with a massive halberd, came at me, and I let it hit me square.
“Oops, my hand slipped.”
[???]
[?]
[??????]
I dodged the next attack with a roll, baited the pattern, and took a shoulder charge—Iron Mountain style—head-on.
My health dropped below half.
One more hit, and I’d be dead.
Gulp, gulp—
Of course, that’s if I didn’t have a way to heal.
“Two drinks banked for now.”
With flashy sidesteps, I baited another shoulder charge and took it.
“Oops, got hit again.”
I chugged another Estus to heal.
I wanted to bank more drinks, but with no Estus left, I didn’t take another hit and beat the boss to death with my club.
Literally smashed its helmet into a cup shape.
“So, that’s three drinks banked, right?”
[She’s deliberately getting hit to chug Estus;;]
[Getting hit is bad enough, but doing it on purpose to stack drinks? First time seeing that;;]
[Girl, we’re sorry, just drink!]
“No, no, what did you guys do wrong? I just got hit ‘cause my control’s a bit rusty.”
Heh heh heh, I chugged the whiskey in front of me, filled the second glass, downed it, filled the third, and downed that too.
Phew—the pleasant alcohol aroma tickled my nose, and a sweet, fruity flavor lingered in my mouth.
“Alright! On to the next. Right?”
[What’s next?]
[Bold?]
“Huh? Before that, there’s an NPC to meet. You know, the old guy in rags.”
The chat filled with question marks, and I grinned, pulling the half-empty Jack Daniel’s bottle closer.
I said I’d drink whenever my character drinks, but I never said it was limited to boss fights.
“Time to chug some Estus, yeah?”
Welcome to Drunken Hell.
Oh, I’m the one drinking, of course.