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.

chair, not even moving an inch, but before he could react,

then hot air came up from below, while a rancid

quickly covered her nose and stayed far,

most embarrassing thing Draco had done in

twelve more shots,

“No! We can’t!”

it!” Levi pressed another guy down and forced

another guy to

room rancid, then they heard something explode.

injuries swam among them, and these people took sobering pills beforehand. If they

I’m just getting started!” Levi came

That’s not how a human works! He’s fine even after drinking