The dining hall was littered with the collapsed bodies of those who had entered it only a few hours prior. Silence enveloped it as the sound of liquor pouring down the throat of the 6 left standing passed.
Qing Tan was feeling incredibly nauseous. Her mana was no longer listening to her and her body felt like it was shutting down. It was a feeling similar to what she felt when she stared at the painting. It was like her soul was being sucked out.
'I'm done for…'
She lamented as the 1000th glass of liquor was raised to her lips. She was barely even conscious enough to think anymore, and she could vaguely feel an unknown force trying to take something away from her.
But if that thing was taken, she'd surely die. This much she was aware of.
But there wasn't anything she could do. That inviolable force pushed the glass of liquor to her mouth and forced it down her throat.
'Ahh…it was fun while it lasted…at least with this I'll be…'
