Silver Manor, the bustling Room 8.
Stunning bunny girls gracefully danced to the rhythm.
John and Auron Eastwind, meanwhile, drank heartily, one glass following the other.
What they sipped now was a stronger magical liquor with an even greater kick, crafted from a unique magic plant indigenous to the Godslayer Continent.
Not only did this drink possess the mellow richness of wine, but it also temporarily enhanced the body's basic attributes.
Auron Eastwind's eyes were hazy with intoxication as he lay sprawled on the couch, murmuring incoherently.
John, on the other hand, felt mostly unfazed, though his mind seemed slightly foggy. He had lost count of how many glasses he'd consumed.
It had been a long while since he last let loose like this.
Even within the game, such indulgence was rare.
The higher his level, the more formidable his physical attributes became, and his tolerance rose in tandem.
