Chapter 989 Decimating The Drinking Competition
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"Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!" The crowd cheered, as we began drinking whole barrels of wine whole all by ourselves.
We continued drinking and drinking, as some dragons began singing in the background, some took some drums and began playing them, and there was one dragon with a giant guitar using it to form a complete melody. It was indeed a day of celebration, I suppose.
I thought everyone just hated me here, but I suppose dragons are very forgiving, or maybe they respect me more after seeing me fight, so they kind of relaxed around me instead of just looking at me with angry eyes. Nonetheless, Iron was surprisingly weak with alcohol.
"Ugh… Hic… I-I can take another one…" Iron muttered, grabbing a fourth barrel and trying to drink more, only for him to fall into the ground and collapse. "Geehhh…"
"Ahahahaha! Iron always falls first!" Boulder laughed at his fourth barrel already ending. "I am up for a fifth!"
"Hmph, he always pretend to be tough but he's the weakest." Said Amethyst, she was also drinking constantly, so much that she surprised me a lot! Where did all that wine go with such a small body.
"Gulp, gulp, gulp… Phew!" I said, quickly leaving an emptied fifth barrel at the side. I felt just as good as ever, drinking wine for the soul is a whole new experience.
The crowd surprised at my display of incredible resistance against alcohol, cheered.
"Oi this guy's not bad!"
"Drake's really tough, and he looks fine?"
"He just drank a whole barrel and is still kicking like nobody's business! What's the deal with him?"
"Woah, he's cool, isn't he?
"Damn this guy's FUCKS!"
Amethyst and Boulder were already beginning to sweat as they saw me drinking a sixth, and then a seventh barrel like nothing.
"A-Are you serious?" Amethyst muttered, feeling slightly bad in her stomach. "Ungh… How come he can resist the Soul Wine so well?!"
"Have you have your soul tortured for a thousand years or something you can take this wine so well? Ugh…" Boulder muttered, feeling unwell after a sixth barrel.
"Eh? Ah, yeah." I said. "The Venerable of Dreams has been training my soul every night, she tears it apart and then let me drink a special Dream Elixir to recover my soul back together. Each time that happened, my soul grew slightly stronger, hahaha!" I laughed at the funny anecdote.
"WHAT?!" Amethyst almost dropped off her seat. "You're being tortured every night by a Venerable? Those crazy mortals that grew super strong?!"
"Oi, oi, this guy's a friend of the Venerables…" Said Boulder. "Okay, I did heard something about the Frost Queen but also the Fox one?"
"Yeah…" I said. "I am planning on making more of them my friends… Well, whoever I can find that is willing to do so." I quickly began drinking an eight barrel.
"Oi stop drinking already!" Boulder roared. "Hic… How many are you gonna drink, bastard?!"
"Hahahaha! But it is a tasty wine!" I laughed.
"Uughh… I-I am not going to lose to this bastard!" Amethyst angrily said, beginning to drink an eight barrel as well, but collapsing midway through and throwing up in the floor.
"Guueegghhh… Guaaaghh… Ugh…" Amethyst fell into the floor defeated.
The crowd was shocked, as Boulder had survived longer than Amethyst, something that didn't happened before. However, as he continued drinking, he couldn't keep up with me and…
"You win… You're really a bastard amongst bastards…" Boulder recognized me as he smiled, right before collapsing as well.
"Ahahaha!" I laughed. "I guess that's how it is."
The crowd was left speechless, even my family and Jotun were looking at us compete, at the end, the dragons cheered for me, surprised of my amazing endurance.
"A-Amazing… This guy's insane!"
"I've never seen someone drink so much of this wine…"
"Is he going to keep drinking?! Wait, he's going to drink more!"
"The meat goes well with the wine, what do you want me to do? Everything's here is delicious. It is kind of frustrating I cannot get any ingredients from here." I sighed. "As a chef myself, I would love to find brand new and mystical ingredients out there."
CLAAASH!
Suddenly, an enormous boar covered on gray spikes and fur, with a dozen horns growing over its head and red eyes fell at my side, the entire crowd was surprised. The boar itself was as big as Amethyst, being twenty meters big.
"This boar is real, as much as the food." Said Jotun. "We can grow animals and monsters inside our realm so we partake in feasts from time to time. Take this one. It is called Dominus Boar, a Rank 7 Monster that you've been eating with the rest of the crowd."
"A-Amazing, this one is so shiny too! It will make a wonderful ingredient!" I said happily.
"Heh, you're simpler than I thought." Jotun laughed. "Are you really into cooking?"
"Yeah, Drake's an amazing cook!" Said Benladann.
"Alright then! I'm gonna cook a feast because I am in the mood! Bring me more ingredients though!" I laughed, as my mother and grandmother decided to bring some things from their realms, as I quickly summoned an enormous and gigantic kitchen out of thin air using Spirit Creation, surprising everybody.
"Spirit Creation: Spirit Kitchen Party!" I said, as every kitchen utensil was a spirit that began to move on their own, the fire, the kitchen, the forks, the tables, the entire fire, the pans, everything, even the boiling water!
"W-What sort of power is that?!"
"Incredible…"
"He can materialize things?!"
"No, those are… spirits!"
"Spirit Creation… So what he said was true…"
"Spirit Creation is the power of the Venerable of Dreams! Did she really gave him her power?!"
"I can't believe it… A Dragon that can create spirits!"
"This guy's even cooler than we thought!"
"Now come, everyone! Gather around the kitchen! I wont stop cooking until I see you all with your bellies filled!" I laughed, as the entire crowd cheered.
"T-This guy completely changed!" Jotun said in surprise.
"See? This is my son." Nifl said with a smile.
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