Half a bottle!
That was a bottle of liquor half as tall as a person!
Varka's eyes went wide, and his whole body went numb.
Where had all that alcohol gone?
The drinkers around them were stunned too. Some rubbed their eyes, wondering if they were hallucinating. Others pinched their own thighs hard, grimacing from the pain before confirming this was not a dream.
"Is... is he even human?"
"Did I drink too much? Why am I seeing someone drinking from a bottle bigger than himself?"
"You didn't drink too much. I saw it too..."
"Terrifying! Absolutely terrifying!"
Varka gritted his teeth and forced himself to keep drinking.
One bottle. Was Varka really going to be afraid of that?
After a few more gulps, Varka's face had already begun to turn pale.
The liquor's aftereffect was frighteningly strong. He felt his head growing heavier and heavier, and his vision was starting to blur.
His stomach churned violently, as if something were desperately surging upward.
When he had drunk half of it, Varka finally could not hold on anymore.
He slammed the bottle down, braced himself against the bar, and nearly threw up.
He really could not do it.
Varka gasped for breath, feeling as though his whole body were floating. He looked at Mo Wang across from him, who still had not changed expression, and only one thought remained in his mind: this guy was like a ghost. Even drinking water probably would not be this easy for him.
Mo Wang set down his bottle as well, looked at Varka's swaying figure, and raised an eyebrow. "Can you do it or not? Grand Master, if you can't, then next."
When Varka heard that, his already pale face instantly flushed crimson.
As a Mondstadter, you could say he was quick, but