Chapter 21: Red Light District (II)
Zayn tilted his head back and downed the rest of his drink, the rich, fiery liquid burning its way down his throat.
As he set the empty cup down on the table, he exhaled sharply, blinking as warmth spread through his chest.
The alcohol in this world was no joke.
He had already tasted the local brews before, but this was far stronger than what they had after their first raid.
It wasn't just the taste — it was the sheer potency.
Almost instantly, he felt a familiar sensation ripple through his body, his system responding in real-time.
[Passive Skill: Alcoholic Resistance (LV.1) has been activated.]
A faint tingling sensation spread through him, his body adjusting to the intoxicating effects before they could fully take hold.
It wasn't that he didn't get drunk — just that the skill dampened the dizziness and let him hold his liquor better than most.
Bran, on the other hand, was already raising his jug for another round, grinning from ear to ear with his cheeks red.
He was high.