The Protector

The competition ensued, and cartons after cartons of wine were served. At this point, Draco and his gang started worrying about the bill. How much can one guy drink? Is he Dionysus or something?

“Mr. Johannes, let’s put in another rule: no toilet breaks!” Levi suggested.

Draco couldn’t hold it in anymore, but he could only agree at this point. Another bout started, and the more Levi drank, the clearer his head became. Wine usually makes people drunk, but Levi was an anomaly.

Apparently, Levi was the only anomaly here. Draco and his gang felt like their stomachs were going to explode, as well as their bladder.

The competition had dragged on for too long, so the sobering pill’s effects had expired. Now they felt the alcohol kicking in, and the group couldn’t hold on any longer.

They couldn’t understand how Levi managed to take so many shots. He must have drunk more than a thousand shots now, but surprisingly, he looked fine. This guy must be Dionysus himself!

“Carry on!” Levi shouted.

a minute! I can’t hold my pee in any longer!” Draco sat on the chair, not even moving

of water flowing, then hot air came up from below, while a rancid

and stayed far, far

was the most embarrassing thing Draco had done in his

took twelve more shots, forcing

“No! We can’t!”

Levi pressed another guy down and forced another shot down

and he fell down on his barf. “Your turn!” He forced another guy to drink, and that made him roll on the floor in

they peed in their pants. It made the whole room rancid, then they heard something explode. Everyone looked in the sound’s

terror. Terrible fates befell all twelve of them. Shame, embarrassment, and grievous injuries swam among them, and these people took sobering

I’m just getting started!” Levi came up to

how a human works! He’s fine even after drinking that boatload