Nearly ten thousand frenzied beasts, charging forward with reckless disregard for their own lives, all fell beneath the dwarves' rapidly swinging great hammers!

The shattered corpses of the beasts nearly carpeted the ground around the dwarves!

Dark red blood also flowed at the dwarves' feet, staining the nearby ground crimson...

The dwarves, renowned for their "metalworking" craft across a vast swathe of the Star Realm, are almost all natural-born warriors by nature.

After all, wanting to stand before a scorching hot forging furnace continuously for days and nights on end is impossible without a powerful physique...

Furthermore, because the God of Forging once imparted to the dwarves the perfect technique for forging "Demigod Artifacts,"

this has also enabled the dwarves, while mastering the art of forging, to also grasp a vast number of magical runes that can be inscribed onto weapons!

Natural-born warriors, coupled with magical runes carved onto their own forging hammers—this is the power the dwarves possess!

It is precisely this power that allows these dwarves, who love drinking and causing trouble yet possess immense wealth, to stand proudly and openly in most places across the Star Realm without becoming the target of covert envy...

Of course, for these short-tempered little fellows, if outsiders want to plunder their wealth, there's no need for covert envy; there's a simpler and more straightforward method.

Sell them fine wine, make a profit first.

Then, after they get drunk and start causing trouble, collect compensation and make another profit...

The dwarves are quite reasonable when sober and won't renege on debts.

The only tricky part here is that ordinary Superhumans rarely get to see the dwarves in a sober state...

After all, the dwarves maintain a perpetual state of being tipsy or utterly plastered, with strong liquor coursing through their veins.

When forging, they're tipsy; when not forging, they're utterly plastered...

The secret to plundering dwarven wealth lies in "how to make them maintain a certain degree of sobriety after getting drunk and causing trouble."

Like right now.

A scene of a river of blood is playing out right at the entrance of the Bounty Hunters Guild...

And this is yet another "malicious incident caused by drunken dwarven troublemaking."

Now, all that's left is to make these dwarves sober up completely!!

After the dwarves gathered at the main entrance of the Bounty Hunters Guild resolved the matter of these nearly ten thousand beasts in an extremely violent manner, no more beasts charged out from inside the guild to attack them.

It was as if all the animal companions that high-rank hunter could command had been utterly depleted!

Seeing that no more attacks were forthcoming, the dwarves began clinking their hammers together with their kin nearby in celebration!

"Good work, mate!"

"You too! That hammer swing had real power behind it!!"

"Come! Let us raise a toast to the God of Forging!"

...

Some dwarves even raised the spatial flasks hanging at their waists and started drinking with their kin again...

For the dwarven race, masters of forging, crafting an item like a "spatial flask" to hang at one's waist is effortless.

The real difficulty lies in how to keep the spatial flask at one's waist filled.

After all, when dwarves have nothing to do, they always want to have a few drinks, and it must be decent-quality wine...

As some dwarves began drinking together, all the dwarves blocking the main entrance of the Bounty Hunters Guild started drinking heartily!!

Another scene that made onlookers want to laugh...

The aroma of wine, mingled with the scent of blood in the air, quickly permeated this street located in the city center...

After a celebratory round of hearty drinking!

The dwarves, having satisfied their craving for alcohol, put away their spatial flasks and began shouting taunts loudly towards the inside of the Bounty Hunters Guild!!

"Come on then?! Let's see today just how many more animal companions you have?!"

"I remember you! Hunter bastard!! Daring to interfere in dwarven business! Waiting to be thrown into our forging furnace, are you?!"

"Hey?! Hunter bastard inside! Got any other tricks? If not, then hurry up and hand over that goblin to us!!!"

"That's right, hand him over quickly!! Otherwise, this isn't over?!"

"Exactly! As long as we have wine, we can block this entrance for a month!! Who's afraid of who?!"

...

Yet, no matter how the dwarves taunted!

The Bounty Hunters Guild remained utterly still and silent!

Thus, the dwarves' jeers grew louder and louder, even descending into a torrent of filthy language.

Phrases like "That hunter bastard inside, you're just a soft, cowardly egg!" and "You should be handed over to an orc in heat to be played with roughly!!" began to appear frequently...

The dwarves, emboldened by their drunkenness, cursed like this for five minutes.

Then, a new movement finally appeared from within the Bounty Hunters Guild building!

As if their vicious insults had finally broken through his defenses!

Two figures appeared in a third-floor window.

A man wearing a pale yellow cowboy hat and a brown trench coat, using his right hand to grip a goblin by the neck, stepped out from the window with a dark expression on his face!

Yes, stepped out!

It was as if there was an invisible staircase beneath his feet!

This man with the pale yellow cowboy hat, without any visible means of support, just stepped on the air, descending step by step as he "walked" down from the window!

Witnessing this bizarre scene, the dwarves' voices gradually quieted...

They knew well that only a Legendary powerhouse of a magic-based profession could make an entrance like this!

In a chaotic place like the Beastkin Star Domain, any Legendary powerhouse deserves respect, let alone a Legendary powerhouse from a magic-based profession!

And the man who chose to make such a high-profile entrance was naturally none other than Cook P. Jones, who had not long ago achieved the Legendary tier.

At this moment, he feared nothing!

In his nighttime state, he could absolutely be counted among the top-tier Legendary powerhouses within the Beastkin Star Domain!

It was late at night now; even if an evil god from another plane arrived, he would dare to go up and test his strength against it!

Cook P. Jones, descending step by step from the airy staircase, unleashed his aura in full force!

The energy fluctuation of a Legendary powerhouse emanating from him was utterly unconcealed!

A suffocating oppressive pressure bore down upon every dwarf at the main entrance of the Bounty Hunters Guild!

He just descended like this, holding the miserable-looking goblin in his hand, landing on the ground directly in front of the dwarves!

"Dwarves, who exactly were you calling a soft-egg hunter?" Cook P. Jones asked with a dark expression.

Simultaneously, the energy fluctuation from his body slammed down upon the drunken dwarves standing before him!!

Naked killing intent flickered!

The dwarves gathered there causing trouble felt as if they had fallen into an icy cellar! They instantly sobered up by more than half!!

"Who said they'd hand me over to an orc in heat?!"

"Answer me?!"

Not a single person present dared to reply!

On this street, all the Superhumans watching the spectacle also held their breath in excited anticipation!

"What a huge spectacle! Never expected a Legendary powerhouse to make an appearance!!"

"This deadly oppressive feeling! This doesn't seem like an ordinary Legendary powerhouse!!!"

"The dwarves have really stirred up big trouble tonight!!"