Chapter 20: Followers of the End (2)
The Dreaming World has a few peculiar traits, and among them, curses have one especially strange mechanic.
That is: if a higher-tier curse exists, then lower-tier curses don’t apply.
There’s no limit to how many curses you can carry—but if a superior curse is already in place, any inferior ones can’t be used.
That’s why, right now, I only have two active curses.
The physical-type curse [Drunkard], and the mental-type curse [Alcoholic].
But whether that system applies to reality? I had no fucking clue.
So, this was a gamble.
To prepare in advance, I drank first and headed to the place where the doomsday freaks were supposed to meet me.
[Current Intoxication: 5%]
With my head still spinning, a needle went into my arm.
Thwip.
Then I passed out—and woke up inside some tiny coffin.