Ravan felt the intoxication rising with each passing second.
His vision blurred, and his thoughts became increasingly jumbled.
The system's voice echoed in his mind, cutting through the haze.
[Ding!]
[■Intoxication levels rising]
[■Host's body is in an incredibly intoxicated and hazy state]
[■No harm to the host detected, but focus is compromised]
Ravan groaned, trying to think of a solution.
His usual clarity of thought was gone, replaced by a thick fog that made even simple ideas seem impossible.
He thought of everything he could do, but each idea was quickly dismissed as unworkable.
Then, a thought struck him.
What if he used the [Refinement] skill?
Normally, it was used to turn the remains of monsters into valuable rewards and items.
But what if it could be used on himself?
It was a desperate and risky idea, but it was the only one he had left.