Felix Maxwell was destined to be a loser, born on one of the weakest races and on the least favorable of situations, he was forced to face adversity head-on as he traveled across the vast universe where dangers laid in every corner, one day traveling in hopes of riches he stumbled upon a ruin where a supreme being laid imprisoned, in a stroke of bad luck the being laid its eyes on him and tried to take over his body, forcing itself upon him. But fate hadn't given up on him! He woke up in his younger body, 20 years in the past with the fallen being trapped in his soul. In his past life he had been a loser, giving up on things mid-way and never striving for greatness, he was a side character who made the strong shine even brighter, but not on this life. He swore to himself he would strive for glory, he would take advantage of his knowledge and emerge as a supreme being! ...... Novel Discord: https://discord.gg/FTfXXYHnFT This is my Patreon, everyone is welcomed to drop by! https://www.patreon.com/MidGard_Author
Poison Immunity made it impossible for Felix to enjoy alcohol in real life. Thankfully, he was in the UVR, making it possible to tone it down so he could at least get somewhat drunk.
After the bottles and glasses were brought, Felix picked one and removed its lid. Then he poured half a glass for all of them.
"Should we make a toast for Felix?" Karry proposed.
"Definitely! This should be a celebratory party for his enrollment." Naima agreed at once and raised her glass, "To Felix! The first non-witch potioneer!"
"Cheers!"
Cluck!
After the toast and a couple more drinks, the mood got less formal and more chummy as the girls had let go of themselves and just spoke what was in their minds.
Since Felix had lowered his alcohol resistance, he was also starting to get a bit drunk but nothing major that make him say shit he shouldn't have.