Black Sail

Ox Rein and his group roasted Swan over the fire.

Any normal person would know, no matter how high their alcohol tolerance, consuming that much would fry their brain if it didn't kill them.

Ox had once been a general in the Mirror Sea Alliance, famed among the Merfolk for his bravery, and even before his disgrace, he had been a figure of note, further augmented by his racial talents, and there were few in Beima Duchy who could outdrink him.

With his Thief constitution, all enhanced for Stealth, Swan was practically begging for death.

But as he was roasted, his temper flared, and he grabbed the basin and chugged.

In those excruciatingly long twenty seconds, as Swan drank half, he started to falter, his hands trembling as he held the wooden basin, and his throat turned a bloody red as if scorched by fire.

"That's about enough."

Fen stopped Swan.

Swan, however, ignored him and continued drinking fiercely.

Ox watched calmly and even gained a new respect for Swan.

"Good! Tough!"