The Wine Is Good, But It's Too Expensive

As the dark green liquid slid down his throat, the leader realized there was something unusual about this wine.

It felt as if someone had used the Heavy Strike skill directly on his brain.

The strange, warm current winding through his body felt as though his consciousness had been tossed onto a soft, plush bed, making it impossible to pull himself away.

In that moment, the entire world shed its sharp edges, becoming soft and hazy.

The light of the campfire and the surrounding sounds transformed into a texture as sweet as honey, making him feel completely at ease.

Even the air around him grew light, giving him the sensation of a feather drifting upon the surface of water.

Intoxication.

The leader's heart was filled with nothing but the pleasure of being lost in this wondrous moment.

"Ah!"

It felt as if only an instant had passed, yet also as if many years had gone by; the leader finally woke from that dreamlike state.

"This... I... how long has it been?"

He was awake, but not entirely.

The leader looked at his team members with hazy eyes.

"Huh?"

"No way."

"Captain, how many dishes have you had to get this drunk?"

"Exactly, drinking one second and asking questions the next—what is this, some kind of immortal nectar?"

The team members couldn't quite understand their captain's behavior.

However, to be fair, just by smelling the aroma wafting from the glass, they knew this was absolutely top-tier stuff.

That was why some of them immediately associated his state with the wine.

"Ah, um, only a second has passed? This wine... is truly powerful."

Hearing from his team that only a second had passed made the leader feel a bit embarrassed.

After all, he was the leader; getting into such a state after