Chapter 268: The Immortal in Alcohol
Chapter 268: The Immortal in Alcohol
"Why are you only halfway done with your drink?"
Looking at Lyon, his face flushed red and his steps unsteady as he stumbled out of the storage room, the Red-Haired Director, who had been squatting beside him for half a day, couldn't help but tease him with a peculiar tone.
"Our esteemed Prince, are you feeling lonely drinking alone and want to find some pretty girls to keep you company and cheer you up?"
"That... sounds... good..."
To the Red-Haired Director's surprise, Lyon didn't respond with an embarrassed smile to her playful words. Instead, he nodded vigorously and staggered forward, leaning against her. His eyes were slightly hazy as he smiled and said,
"Drinking alone is indeed boring. It's better with company... I think... you're a great choice..."
"..."
Hey there?
Hearing Lyon's words, the Red-Haired Director glanced at the hand resting on her shoulder, her perfectly shaped fox-like eyes narrowing slightly as she raised her eyebrows.
You scoundrel, you have good wine but don't share it with me. Now that you're drunk, you're trying to flirt with me? What's the difference between this and other women using my husband to have a child and then asking me to raise it?
"Sure, Prince, whatever you say!"
Grabbing Lyon's hand and placing it on her shoulder, the Red-Haired Director supported the tipsy Lyon and walked towards his office with a smile. As they walked, she suggested,
"I don't drink much, but I know someone who does. Do you want me to ask her to join you?"
"No... no need..."
Passing by his office, Lyon was led to the door of Senior Emma's office. With a drunken gaze, he chuckled and then spoke to keep them there,
"The two of you together... more people... it'll be lively!"
"..."
Lively? Sure! I'll show you what lively means!
The Red-Haired Director glanced at the heavily intoxicated Lyon and couldn't help but smirk. She then pushed open Senior Emma's office door and led the tipsy Lyon inside.
"Lyon? How much have you had to drink?"
Seeing Lyon's state, Emma, who was writing a report behind her desk, was momentarily taken aback. She couldn't help but look at the Red-Haired Director and shot her a slightly reproachful glance.
It's all your doing! The once steady and reliable Lyon is almost turning into a drunkard because of you!
What does it have to do with me? I didn't force him to drink... well, I didn't force him to drink that much. Most of the time, he wanted to drink on his own, right? I'm only half responsible.
After giving Senior Emma a wordless look, the Red-Haired Director winked and sent a mischievous message with her eyes.
Hey Emma, remember when I was drunk and insisted on hugging you to sleep? What was that trick you used to wake me up? Come on, use it on him and help him sober up!
No way? Are you sure it's okay?
It's fine. It'll help him quit drinking. This scoundrel just wanted to be surrounded by us, so let's give him a good scare and teach him a lesson.
Really? Lyon would say that? Are you sure you're not lying to me?
...
"I didn't... drink much... just a thousand bottles, one sip each... Oh, Senior Emma!"
As the Red-Haired Director and Senior Emma glared at each other, communicating their thoughts through intense eye contact, Lyon seemed to regain a bit of clarity. He released the arm that was draped over the Red-Haired Director's shoulder and took a step forward, grabbing Senior Emma's hand.
"I've always wanted to thank you."
After saying this unexpected opening line, Lyon held Senior Emma's fair and soft hand with a grateful expression.
"Ever since I joined the Cleanup Agency, you've helped me so much. You gave me suitable weapons, taught me how to carry out missions, and patiently guided me on ensuring my safety during tasks... Oh, and Director!"
With the Red-Haired Director momentarily stunned, Lyon let go of her hand, as if afraid to look back at her. His hazy, drunken eyes were filled with gratitude as he said,
"If it weren't for the Director allowing me to join the Cleanup Agency, I might have... well... And Director, I've always appreciated your care and concern for me. I've never forgotten it."
Although my current strength is still lacking and the help I can offer is limited, I... will definitely... continue to strive to become a more reliable person you can trust in the future!"
"..."
This... why are you suddenly saying such flattering words? It's really... making me feel rather embarrassed...
After receiving Emma's scolding gaze, implying that he was spouting nonsense and Elijah would never say such things, the red-haired director felt a warm glow in her heart. She couldn't help but sigh in resignation, giving up on the idea of teasing Elijah. However, it was a pity...
"The pity is that you, Director, also have quite a few shortcomings."
Having drunk over a thousand types of alcohol, Elijah, who was already swaying on his feet, spoke candidly without restraint:
"When you're sober, Director, you're very reliable. But when you're drunk, your mind becomes as simple as a mother monkey's. You can't accommodate anything other than drinking, and when you're in the mood, even my dog passing by would be caught and forced to drink a few sips;
Moreover, if you hold back and don't drink, you'll seek other pleasures. You'll say mischievous things to tease people, hold grudges, be overly petty, and always give me bad ideas..."
"..."
It seems I really need to help you sober up. If I let you continue like this, Olivia might genuinely hold a grudge against you.
Listening to Elijah's unfiltered complaints and seeing the director's face turn red, Emma couldn't help but smile. She then reached out and held Elijah's hand, lightly scratching his thumb with her nail.
"Huh?"
Something incredibly surprising happened to Emma. Although she could still touch Elijah's hand, the scratch that should have caused a sharp pain to his soul seemed to disappear into thin air after a strange distortion, as if she had never activated the anomaly in the first place.
What's going on?!
The red-haired director, noticing this strange occurrence, furrowed her brows in confusion. She then snapped her fingers, and a few strands of her bright red hair fell, quickly wrapping around Elijah's hand.
However, the previous scene repeated itself. After a strange distortion, the strands of Bloodthirsty Red Hair turned into an illusion and disappeared, leaving Elijah's wrist empty once again...
What?! Not even numbered anomalies work?!
"Elijah! Wake up!"
Noticing the unusual situation, the red-haired director quickly grabbed Elijah's shoulder and shook him, who was feeling drowsy. With a grave expression, she asked:
"What's going on?"
"Huh? What... what's going on?"
"Of course, it's about your condition! Why do my anomaly and Emma's, when they come into contact with you, get forcibly restored?"
"You're asking about that..."
Hearing the red-haired director's question, Elijah, with sleepy eyes, chuckled.
"I've ascended, I'm floating."
...
[Immortal in Alcohol (Unique - Clear Yellow - Unupgradable): Savor exquisite wines, amidst the winds and blades, the frosty sword, the grim mist, and the thousand-mile haze, a single cup dispels all gloom, revealing a joyful countenance.]
[Equipment Effect: After consuming alcohol with a total weight greater than your own, you will enter the special state "Drunken Bliss."]
[Drunken Bliss: During intoxication, all attacks that can cause physical harm to you will turn into illusions. All attacks that can harm your soul will be dispelled by the drunkenness.
As a trade-off for this immunity, while "Drunken Bliss" is active, you cannot use any attacks other than physical ones. Additionally, your soul is clouded by drunkenness, forcing a 90% reduction in thinking speed, making it difficult to control your actions and speech with reason.]
[Upgrade Path: Already at maximum level, cannot be further upgraded.]
[Hidden Trait (No Equipment Required): Apart from "Drunken Bliss," you will never get drunk again.]
(End of Chapter)
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