Extra's Rise: I Stole All The Women In The Hero's Party-Chapter 21: Red Light District (II)

Zayn tilted his head back and downed the rest of his drink, the rich, fiery liquid burning its way down his throat.

As he set the empty cup down on the table, he exhaled sharply, blinking as warmth spread through his chest.

The alcohol in this world was no joke.

He had already tasted the local brews before, but this was far stronger than what they had after their first raid.

It wasn't just the taste — it was the sheer potency.

Almost instantly, he felt a familiar sensation ripple through his body, his system responding in real-time.

[Passive Skill: Alcoholic Resistance (LV.1) has been activated.]

A faint tingling sensation spread through him, his body adjusting to the intoxicating effects before they could fully take hold.

It wasn't that he didn't get drunk — just that the skill dampened the dizziness and let him hold his liquor better than most.

Bran, on the other hand, was already raising his jug for another round, grinning from ear to ear with his cheeks red.

He was high.

"You know," Bran said, leaning back, "I think we should make it a rule to drink after every successful mission."

Zayn chuckled, stretching his arms behind his head. "You just want an excuse to drink."

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"Damn right I do."

Just as he was about to wave over the waitress for another round, movement caught Zayn's attention from the corner of his eye.

A pair of figures approached their table — women, from the looks of it, though with distinct non-human features.

Their fur-covered ears twitched, tails swaying slightly as they slid into the seats beside them.

Beastkin.

One had golden fur and sharp, amber eyes that practically glowed in the dim tavern lighting, while the other had dark gray fur, her silver eyes filled with mischief.

Both were dressed in light, decorative fabrics that clung to their curves, a far cry from the rugged armor Zayn was used to seeing on adventurers.

The golden-furred one grinned at him, her sharp canines peeking through her lips. "You two look like you've been having fun."

Bran smirked, resting his arm on the table. "We always have fun."

The silver-eyed beastkin leaned in, resting her chin on her hand as she studied Zayn.

"Adventurers, right? Heard you guys took down a whole pack of dire boars today."

Zayn raised an eyebrow. "Word travels fast."

"Of course it does," she purred. "Timberstead isn't that big, and good-looking adventurers like you two don't go unnoticed."

Bran let out a laugh, clearly enjoying the attention. "Well, I did kill my fair share of those overgrown pigs."

The golden-furred woman smirked. "That so? You both look really strong, especially you."

She bit her lips as her palms caressed Bran's calloused hand.

"Your muscles make you look strong,"

Bran's cheeks turned redder, maybe he was blushing or it was just the alcohol — Zayn would never know.

Zayn shrugged. "They were just boars."

The silver-eyed beastkin giggled. "Just boars? Most people struggle to take down one, let alone wipe out the whole field of them."

Bran clapped Zayn on the back. "See? You need to own it, man."

Zayn rolled his eyes but smirked nonetheless.

He wasn't exactly used to being showered with praise outside of a fight, but he wasn't going to argue.

The waitress returned with another round of drinks, and Bran wasted no time pouring himself another mug.

The golden-furred beastkin nudged Zayn's arm playfully.

"So, tell us," she said, "how does it feel to be one of the strongest adventurers in town?"

Zayn snorted. "I wouldn't go that far."

"Modest, huh?" The silver-eyed woman rested her chin on her palm. "That's rare in an adventurer."

Bran leaned in, grinning. "Oh, don't mind him — he's a cocky bastard when he wants to be."

Zayn shot him a look. "You're the last person who should be talking about cockiness."

Bran merely laughed and took another long gulp of his drink.

Zayn leaned back against his seat, his fingers absentmindedly running along the rim of his cup as he nursed his drink.

The two beastkin women still sat comfortably beside him and Bran, their tails flicking lazily as they sipped their own drinks.

The golden-furred one — who he now knew as Liriel — had a teasing smirk on her lips as she watched him out of the corner of her eye.

"You're thinking about something," she mused, swirling the liquid in her cup.

Zayn exhaled through his nose, barely glancing at her. "Maybe."

Bran let out a short laugh, setting his drink down with a dull thud. "Oh, I know what he's thinking about."

He leaned in with a sly grin. "You're already planning to come back here, aren't you?"

Zayn didn't even bother denying it.

Why wouldn't he come back? The red-light district was exactly what he needed after long, grueling quests.

It wasn't just about the drinks, though the alcohol was definitely a bonus — it was the atmosphere.

He had absolutely no intention of passing up the opportunity to surround himself with beautiful women every chance he got.