I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch-Chapter 59 - 48. Venerable

One hundred and fifty cups of liquid were arrayed on the table, with gray currents swirling up and transforming into a rich aroma that lingered at the nostrils.

They all smelled the same, but Xia Feng could clearly sense that among these cups, ten were fake Evil Power Wine.

Of the one hundred and fifty cups, one hundred were for the contest, and the additional fifty were double stakes that Xia Feng had to drink extra.

"Stop observing, they’re all the same; just pick any cup," Yan Xujia didn’t know why, but he subconsciously found the Black Spade man very annoying.

"It’s fine, let him choose slowly."

The withered man chuckled lightly, tilting his head to say, "You’re Yan Xujia, right? It looks like you’re a freshly evolved Evil Transformer; I guess you can’t withstand much Evil Power. I’ll drink twenty cups, you just drink ten."

Xia Feng ignored the conversation between the two, only to pick up a cup of Evil Power Wine with anticipation. However, upon taking a sip, he felt disappointed.

The concentration was too low, like a drop of Evil Dragon-version Evil Power Liquid diluted billions of times to make wine; it had little flavor.

He lost the interest in savoring each cup and began to take up and put each cup to his lips one by one. The Bronze Mask was not a physical entity, so it did not hinder his eating or drinking.

As Xia Feng downed cup after cup, a total of eight, Yan Xujia and the withered man furrowed their brows and subconsciously stopped their idle chit-chat.

The bartender reminded, "Be aware, if there is a difference of ten cups between the two sides, the contest will end immediately, and the winner will be declared. The loser will be erased."

The two men were startled and hastily started drinking.

But the Black Spade man, as if he feared no death, didn’t care whether the wine was real or fake and guzzled one cup after another; he seemed to not require any digestion at all.

You should know, even for these half-human, half-Omie beings, while devouring Evil Power can increase strength, it also requires time to digest. Otherwise, sanity is rapidly lost, and one turns directly into a monster.

"Damn it, you’re crazy!" The withered man saw Xia Feng gulp down thirty cups in a row, his face suddenly changed, but his movements didn’t dare stop, and he began to pour wine into himself like a madman.

Yan Xujia held his forehead with an ugly expression, as he was lucky enough to grab two fake drinks, but after swallowing five cups of real Evil Wine, he began to feel unwell, with numerous delicate and eerie whispers ringing in his ears.

The withered man sensed something was wrong and looked urgently toward the clown, seeking help with his eyes.

The clown shook his head, "Don’t worry, I’ve checked, this guy indeed is a Pure Human, even if his Spiritual Pressure Level reaches the Superior Rank Spirit Master’s limit of Fifth Rank, it’s just about forty cups or so, as long as he’s not in the Venerable Realm, there’s nothing to—be afraid of? Hmm?"

While the clown was speaking calmly, Xia Feng quickly downed the forty-first, forty-second cup...

"Damn!" The withered man’s scalp tingled, as he had no time to think and completely lost his mind!

Fifty cups.

Sixty cups.

And when Xia Feng picked up the seventieth cup.

Yan Xujia felt like an idiot; am I going to die here? He thought in panic, with despair and mechanically gulping down the tenth cup, buzzing—

He only felt a tingling on his scalp; the indescribable delicate murmurs in his ears became more tangible, and in the corner of the bar, he saw six or seven pale-faced, disheveled horrific female corpses crawling out, their green eyes quietly watching him.

This indicated his Spirit was on the brink of collapse.

"Wait, wait a minute!" The withered man’s face turned pale as he grabbed Xia Feng’s arm, "Brother, you’re my real brother, stop drinking."

He really couldn’t bear it anymore; with Xia Feng’s seventy cups, he and Yan Xujia would both need to drink thirty-five.

But twenty cups were already his limit, not to mention he had no time to digest; if he continued drinking, he would truly die.

Xia Feng’s movements paused.

The clown, who had been silent for a long time, looked solemn and asked in a deep voice, "Mr. Black Spade, are you a Venerable?"

A Venerable is beyond the Fifth Rank - each one in the Empire is renowned. Before invading Zone 51, the Divine Evil Association had investigated; there were no Venerables guarding Zone 51!

But what was the deal with this mysterious person before their eyes? The clown stared at the person in the Black Spade mask with a puzzled expression.

If he were a Venerable, the Evil Power Wine should not affect a Spirit Master of such a realm too significantly, since Venerables transcended the boundaries of human life, and naturally, drinking seventy cups would be a piece of cake for them.

To the clown’s puzzlement, Xia Feng responded with a slight smile and put down his cup, saying casually, "If you think so, then it must be so~"

The clown’s expression soured as he glanced at the bartender.

The bartender Mino also looked grave as he shook his head and muttered softly, "His Spiritual Pressure state is very strange and untraceable, a capability indeed only possessed by Venerables. Yet, it is different. For Venerables, it is only their Spiritual Pressure state that cannot be traced, but with him, his entire being is untraceable..."

Isn’t that even more terrifying, hey!! The corner of the clown’s mouth twitched slightly.

Investigating a target’s Spiritual Pressure was one of Mino’s abilities, and he had never failed in hundreds of years, unless he encountered a powerhouse of the Venerable Realm.

Considering this, Mino’s current desire was to curse his luck.

At first, they thought this person in the Black Spade mask was just a foolish mortal who didn’t know the height of the sky, and as such, they were naturally welcoming, but a Venerable...

Venerables – get lost! What was such an important person doing in my Calamity Realm? A picnic? Mino maintained a strained smile on his face.

However, he had indeed heard about some Venerables who, tired of life, enjoyed disguising themselves and tricking the mortal world.

It was the type that especially liked to pretend to be a Second Order Little Spirit Master and let others humiliate them, then gradually reveal their true strength to kill a Third Rank powerhouse – utterly psychotic.

And the one that left the deepest impression on him was undoubtedly a psychotic person codenamed ’Beiming’ from thirty years ago.

At first, he claimed he was weak and couldn’t drink much Evil Wine, but as he kept drinking, he inadvertently drank over a hundred cups, and after everyone else had drunk themselves to death, his surprised and pretentious voice remained fresh in Mino’s memory, "Huh? Why have you all fallen down?"

This mysterious person in the Black Spade unarguably fit the behavior pattern of this shameless and psychotic type.

Xia Feng quietly observed the changing expressions of the group, knowing they might have misunderstood something, but it suited him just fine – pretending to be a big shot was his forte!

"So, shall we continue?" he asked the group, raising his cup in a calm voice.

The bartender shook his head, "Rules are absolute. Even I cannot break them. The game can only end when someone dies or reaches mental collapse, and only the remaining people can leave the Calamity Realm."

The withered man turned pale, his eyes anxiously looking to the clown for help. His puppet avatar was already dead, and now his only true body was at stake – another death and he’d truly be no more.

"Bang—"

Suddenly, a figure charged forward with force. Before the withered man could react, two cups of the drink were forcibly shoved into his mouth. He tilted his head back, eyes wide, gulping down the liquid—

"Go die, you idiot!" Yan Xujia held his jaw tightly and sneered, "Since only one of us needs to die, it’s better if you do, brother."

"Ugh— Ugh—" The withered man clutched his mouth and stumbled back, his eyes glaring furiously.

One minute later, he collapsed into a crazed puddle of mush, his mind zeroed out, the scene terribly gory.

"The game is over, honored guest, this is your reward."

The bartender placed an open pocket watch in front of Xia Feng, his face showing utmost respect and wearing a smile, "Please check."

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Inside the pocket watch lay 2g of the Infinite Stone.

"Guest, which attribute of Stone Dissolving would you like?"

Xia Feng paused, then casually said, "Water."

Mino placed a water-blue round stone inside the pocket watch as well, the stone radiating a faint blue glow, mystical and extraordinary.

Still, Xia Feng’s attention was caught by the pocket watch holding the Infinite Stone. After a moment of thought, he looked up and asked, "I have a question, where is this pocket watch from?"

Mino was taken aback by the question, instinctively turning to the clown.