Kyle, Face The Judgement

After some brief talking, they had a light meal and …some heavy alcohol.

"Huek! You worry me all the time." Kyle confessed with a flushed face as he downed another cup.

Maya elbowed Kyle and said with a hazy glare. "You shouldn't be the one saying it. You think I'll forgive your harsh words, euk!"

Varian watched them leisurely. He drank six times their amount but still couldn't get drunk. As a Level 5 Awakener, his body had high resistance.

Wines were also classified into 9 stars. They cost a tonne of karma points and only well-off people would be able to afford it.

However, his goal now was not to get drunk.

He looked at Kyle who was slowly swinging to and fro on his chair and asked. "Kyle, about my tomb…"

"Huek!" Kyle almost jumped from his seat before peeking at Varian. Realizing that his friend was not angry, he hurriedly sat down, almost crashing onto the seat due to his dizziness.