episode_0087

“What you brought is so delicious!”

“Let’s add one more point each!!”

“This time it’s perilla leaves!”

“I’m so happy too!”

One bottle.

Never lose.

“Vegetables are the best! Meat Out!!”

“This time, let’s eat all three kinds together!”

“Two of each type stacked!”

“I’ve never eaten this much in Shaolin!”

Three bottles.

Yeah. I’m just getting started.

“I feel so bad for non-vegans who don’t know how delicious vegetables are!”

“I’m so glad I was born vegan!”

“Korea is a vegan country!”

“Heh, experts can transform themselves through vegetarianism.”

Six bottles.

I can’t give up yet.

…

…

…

“Oh no…we’re out of vegetables.”

“That’s right! I’m really worried!”

“Kamp! It’s because you ate too much!”

“What are you all going to do?”

I don’t remember which bottle it was.

[Are you okay?]

‘I feel like I’m going to fall behind.’

The four idiots had a showdown over pride and ended up drinking alcohol while eating only raw vegetables.

And that too without any seasoning.

But as if we couldn’t lose to each other, we all filled our glasses together with laughter.

Thanks to that, the amount of alcohol each person drank naturally increased to one bottle, two bottles… and the amount increased in an instant like a snowball.

It was hard to tell how many bottles were rolling around on the floor, and I wasn’t in my right mind.

At that moment, the vegetables that had been served as a side dish were ruined.

[What an opportunity.]

‘Finally!’

I forced myself to wake up, using Peace’s voice as a stimulant to awaken my consciousness that was starting to settle down.

My focus started to loose a little and my head wasn’t working very well.

But the opportunity came.

A ray of light in the darkness. A lighthouse encountered by a ship sailing through the darkness.

An opportunity that can be said to be a lifeline barely held on to at the edge of a cliff.

okay.

It’s meat.

It’s time to eat meat.

However, in this situation where both parties are keeping an eye on each other, simply asking, “Shall I buy something?” is clearly a handshake.

Rather, these crazy piranhas will surely ask for the menu and mock you with all their might if you try to buy meat.

If you can endure the ridicule, sweet meat awaits you.

No, it is not.

To us, the smell of meat is more than the scent of blood that piranhas smell.

As soon as the meat is brought in, it is already a predetermined fate for it to be eaten by prepared human piranhas.

no.

I can say this a thousand times without getting tired.

no.

I looked around at everyone and said in a regretful voice.

“We’re all out of snacks. How can we stop here for today?”

“Oh, really? That’s too bad!”

“I can’t help it! Let’s start organizing things!”

“I also felt that it was time to wrap things up.”

ah.

Why are you guys suddenly taking it out?

Let’s eat meat, please.

Everyone seemed to want to stop drinking.

Not good.

Inevitably, I blurted out the magic words that would make anyone who had been drinking see the end.

“Really? I was going to drink more, but it’s too bad. If you’re tired after drinking ‘just’ this much, you can go first.”

Drunkard.

The pride in drinking alcohol is useless even if you try to use it.

But even something so useless.

There was nothing that could do to tighten up the atmosphere that was currently loosening up.

“Sir! I haven’t even had a drink yet! Elf liver is originally 3!”

“You got drunk after eating just this? You’ve lived an easy life.”

“This girl has already driven away all the alcohol from her breakfast.”

This is a remark that everyone would have just let pass under normal circumstances.

But the effects of countless glasses of alcohol were fatal.

My whole body started to shake. It was obviously impossible to make normal judgments.

Impulses easily triggered by emotions. Blossoming spirit of victory.

The more I do this, the stronger my pride in alcohol becomes.

Four drunks, including me, threw away our last chance to survive the drinking party.

Obviously, running away from a drinking party is a way to survive.

But I can’t just bow my head here.

The stigma of being a loser. The worst title that sticks with you until the end.

It is better to accept death.

Eventually, we stuck our heads into a childish fight over pride.

Even though there is nothing left to gain even if you win.

“What kind of side dish would you like!”

“Put. Kampya, do you still need some snacks?”

“No! Just a drink is enough!”

“Really? Water is enough for me.”

“Heh, you guys are all far away. You’re all just talking weakly while drinking.”

however.

“When I drink alcohol, I don’t even want to drink water. Beer is enough.”

“Actually, the drink I was talking about was wine!”

“Really? I said that because water is the same as soju.”

“Then everyone, have a drink!”

The atmosphere became a bit heated.

‘Stop, stop, you crazy bastards…’

[It’s not too late now.]

If this continues, we might all really die.

I brought up the subject cautiously.

For minimal safeguards.

“No matter what, it’s a bit much to just drink alcohol while being drunk. How about having at least some snacks?”

I just wanted to eat meat.

I didn’t mean to want it to this extent.

‘Kids, shouldn’t we make it a draw?’

[Yeah, a draw isn’t bad either.]

“Oh my! Now I see that you are a baby!”

“Shinwoo, so stop bragging. Why are you complaining when you can’t even drink?”

“Confucius, do you understand? This is the difference between me and Confucius.”

ah.

Want to try?

Are we really going to do this?

‘Is that how it comes out?’

[Stop!!!]

“The minimum side dish I mentioned was liquor!! Let’s fill our glasses quickly!!”

“”””Ta-da!!!!!!””◦”◦”

If you win, you’re an idiot. If you lose, you’re an idiot.

I’ll be the idiot who wins.

[You fucking idiots…]

***

“Ugh… It’s not already stretched out, is it?”

“…..Ugh…You’ll be in trouble if you underestimate an elf with a triple river.”

“Huh… How could we possibly run out of alcohol like this?”

“Ugh… If you’re all having a hard time, you can go to sleep. I’m fine.”

Now, we were paying a heavy price for our previous indiscretion.

Of course, I couldn’t just drink alcohol, so I drank various types of alcohol and ate snacks to replenish water in between.

Means of hydration are water, barley tea, and soft drinks.

Of course, water is soju, barley tea is beer, and beverages are wine.

The side dish is, of course, liquor.

Because you’re precious, just one glass of alcohol.

[You crazy kids, please stop!!!]

‘Kids, please surrender, I’ll give you 5 Nophia Coins.’

But contrary to my wishes, everyone continued drinking, suppressing the nausea that was welling up in them.

He staggers and his eyes are unfocused. He can barely contain the regurgitation of something from his stomach.

Everyone is forcing themselves to drink alcohol.

A small glimmer of hope began to appear.

Thanks to my useless efforts, I ended up finishing all the alcohol in the fridge and even the alcohol hidden in the closet.

But the moment everyone realized there was no alcohol.

As the blurry eyes regained their color, a war of bluffs began.

“Ugh… Sir! We’re running out of alcohol!”

“Shinwoo, prepare more alcohol next time…ugh…”

“Ugh… Ugh… Confucius can’t drink. He only prepared this much.”

Everyone was provoking me as if they were still sane, even though they said they didn’t have enough alcohol.

But I definitely found out.

A sense of relief that is slowly fading into those kids’ eyes.

[You can just keep it like this! Please stop!]

‘I can’t do it, chews.’

Already, my body is at its limit, but it doesn’t matter.

You guys are relieved now that there’s no alcohol.

We haven’t seen the end yet.

– Boom!!

I put something out on the table.

It’s the alcohol that the store owner gave me earlier.

“Whoop….I knew you wouldn’t have enough alcohol, so I prepared some for you!”

I will become your despair today.

Let’s go towards the end.

The store owner said that it was a discontinued liquor.

Some of the labels on the outside were torn off, and the letters written on the remaining labels were ‘ㅋteen Q’.

The light began to fade from everyone’s eyes, so it was my turn to provoke.

“If it’s hard, go first. I’ll eat this separately.”

I hid my hands that were beginning to tremble, pretended to be relaxed, and spoke softly.

My physical condition was at its worst, but this was the best bravado I could muster right now.

‘Please tell me you’ll stop eating. Please tell me you’ll stop eating.’

[Can’t you just say it!!!!]

How about you guys just give up?

“Well, it seems too late, so let’s just eat that!”

“No problem for me too! If you’re going home, go now.”

“I will show everyone that I am invincible.”

Yeah, these guys were pretty crazy too.

My hands were shaking.

No, my eyes were rolling.

Or is this the world spinning? I don’t know.

Since we couldn’t even see the soju glasses, we naturally started pouring the alcohol into paper cups.

With a gurgling sound, the golden liquid leaks out of the glass bottle and slowly rises into the paper cup.

The moment when a golden glass bottle loses its color and becomes transparent.

We quickly checked each other’s paper cups.

It’s a truly heartwarming consideration that comes from worrying about someone possibly eating less.

After confirming that the height of the contents of the paper cups were the same, we exchanged glances and simultaneously lifted the cups.

“It’s not too late! If you take it out now, I’ll let you go!”

“If you leave it out here, you’re a coward! Isn’t that right, you guys!”

◦ ◦ Fucking bastards!

“Heh, would anyone skip drinking alcohol when making the Peach Garden Oath?”

We no longer hide our trembling hands and eyes.

To be exact, it would be more accurate to say that it cannot be hidden.

However, he never lost his forced smile and bravado until the very end.

Amidst countless anxious eyes, we drank our drinks in one go.

This is the end of my memory.

***

It’s coming up.

Something feels off.

No, this is clear.

“Gweeek!!!”

Before the thought can even form, the body reacts and moves first.

This is not a realm of thought, but a realm of instinct.

What should I say?

It’s a survival instinct.

The sour taste that fills my mouth prickles my mind.

The warm midsummer sunlight stings my eyes.

As I slowly opened my eyes, feeling like I couldn’t sleep any longer, a dying voice crawled out of my mouth as if by conditioned reflex.

“Oh my…”

[You! You finally came to your senses!]

‘I feel like I’m going to fall behind.’

The price for opening one’s eyes was harsh.

It was clear that my head had never hurt before, but now I feel like I have a hangover, like someone put me in a compression press and banged me on the head.

The physical position of my body was also very strange.

His body was half-hanging from the window, and thanks to his strange balance, he was barely able to keep himself from falling.

Finally, the catastrophe I had created was being updated in real time in my field of vision.

What I ate was lettuce, perilla leaves, and peppers.

A giant ‘lettuce and perilla leaf pepper pancake’ made using him as an ingredient was spread out in dough form underneath.

But right now, my only feeling is that ‘I feel like I’m going to fall behind’.

No further appreciation was needed.

As I held my pounding head, I remembered the other three heroines who had been in my dorm at the end.

Don’t you know?

You must have done something stupid after drinking.

‘I don’t even remember, that’s fucking unfair!’

[…There’s no need to worry about a pink development.]

But the moment I looked around my room.

As Peace said, there was no need to worry about such things.

Instead, I had to worry about something else.

The heroines were still in the room.

only.

Hyeji is in the trash can.

Jeong Ah-yeon at the sink.

And Elsia on the toilet.

Each of them had their heads banged and were unconscious.

Judging from the traces around or the sour smell rising up.

I started to feel anxious that if I cleaned that head, there might be lettuce, perilla leaf, and pepper pancake batter.

In a way, Jeong Ah-yeon’s words, “Peach Garden Oath” were right.

Because we all died a novel death called vomiting at the same time on the same day, in the same space.

‘It’s not the heroine’s salvation, it’s the heroine’s vomiting…’

[We all became cripples who died together.]

But the day we had our company dinner yesterday was Friday.

There’s still the weekend left.

The 20s are a large capacity battery.

An age where even if the battery is completely discharged, it can be fully charged in one day.

Of course, a hangover like this can be easily cured in a day.

[My dear, I’m glad you woke up. I was worried because you didn’t wake up for two days.]

‘Thank goodness… Wait a minute, what?’

A brief silence due to a slight sense of discomfort.

And then I asked Peace again.

‘Two days… right?’

[That’s right! They all slept like corpses for the entire weekend!]

I turned on my phone with trembling hands.

What appeared before my eyes, along with the low battery notification, were 10 missed notifications.

And, although I didn’t want to believe it, the words Monday were clearly displayed with a terrible clarity.

With bad news 10 minutes before class starts.

This is fucking alcohol, seriously.