I Became a Raid Boss

Gulp, gulp–

Thud!

“Ugh…!”

The Dwarf, Brondin, slammed his beer mug onto the table with such force that it seemed like the table might break. Beer still left in the mug scattered into the air.

The refreshing taste of a cold beer after a hard day of work was indescribable.

Especially for him, who had been working in a sweltering environment, a cold beer was as precious as the rare elixir itself.

Not that he had ever actually tasted an elixir.

As he wiped the beer foam from his beard with regret, he let out a sigh, releasing the fatigue from his tough day.

Soon, Brondin lifted the mug again and downed the remaining beer.