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"Intermission, it seems you are a good drinker." I raised my eyebrows.

"It's just so-so. I just hope I can win the title of Wine King."

The woman smiled modestly.

"What about you? What are your plans?"

I thought for a while and said, "I want to go home."

"Home?" The woman chuckled, "It's not easy to go home."

"Oh, how should I go?"

"As long as you run outside when the curfew starts."

Halfway through, the woman suddenly stopped.

He seemed to realize that he had said something he shouldn't have said, so he stood up and left.

"Sorry, I have to continue playing."

Her figure blends into the drunken men and women.

I pondered her words.

"When the curfew starts, that's probably when the giant comes."

"go outside?"

"Isn't that feeding the giant?"

I frowned.

If one person's word is not trustworthy, ask a few more people.

Someone will always show signs.

I asked several more people who were alone.

Most were too drunk to communicate.

Others are reluctant to speak.

Only one man said a few more words to me, and his meaning was similar to what the previous woman said.

When curfew starts, go outside.

"Oh oh oh oh!"

"Oh oh oh oh!"

The bar began to boo and shout rhythmically.

Most people were already drunk and fell to the ground.

The rest gathered around the big wine table in the middle, clapping and cheering.

A man and a woman are drinking during a competition.

It seems that women are better.

It didn't take long for the man to lie down.

"Congratulations to this beautiful lady, you have won the qualification to participate in the Wine King Competition." The wine seller announced excitedly.

"Wow!"

"Congratulations!"

The crowd cheered, not feeling bad that they didn't make the cut.

The people here are weirdly happy.

"Now, we just have to wait for the next curfew to pass before we can start the Drinking King Contest."

“It’s really exciting.”

Next curfew?

Are there other giants?

It just so happens that I can take this opportunity to verify the information I heard earlier.

Avoiding the partying drunks, I sat alone by the window.

Colorful neon lights reflected on the street.

Inside the glass windows were faces soaked in alcohol, intoxicated and happy.

What kind of world is this?

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The giant's shocking footsteps sounded again.

The reveling crowd immediately shut up.

It's like boiling water and suddenly being poured cold water on it.

It quickly fell silent.

The lights go out in the bar.

Doors and windows are closed.

Everyone squatted drunkenly in the darkness.

Perhaps the fear of giants is their only remaining sanity.

Bang!

The giant knocked down a bar with one punch.

His huge hands grabbed the unconscious drunkard one by one and stuffed them into his mouth hungrily.

Those who were still conscious fled in panic.

The scene was very chaotic.

I looked around, quietly opened the window, and crawled out in the dark.

Hidden in the darkness, I looked at the giant carefully.

It is huge and majestic, as if it stands tall against the sky and the earth.

There are no facial features on the head.

The dark cloud-like body contains moving pictures.

I squinted my eyes and looked carefully.

A man waving his fists fiercely.

The people around me looked at him strangely and pointed.

The decisive face of a woman who talks about breaking up.

A child's cry.

The scolding of family members.

all in all.

They are all sad, painful scenes that I don’t want to recall.

I gradually understood the world a little bit.

Giants are made of pain.

Alcoholics, on the other hand, immerse themselves in alcohol and are unwilling to face the pain.

Therefore, the image of the wine girl in their hearts is so perfect.

Even if you risk your life, you must save them.

Therefore, everyone's face here is blurred.

Because that's how alcoholics see the world.

They don't want to see everything.

But there is no use in escaping.

The problem is not solved.

No matter how drunk they are.

There is always a time to wake up.

Reality will still find them.

This is why the giants devoured them and their bodies became smaller.

Because they were forced to go back and face reality.

This is also the reason why they are reluctant to mention giants, because as long as they mention them, they will recall the pain.

This was the reason why the giant didn't eat the bartender.

Want to escape completely.

unless.

Can't afford to get drunk.

Perish forever.

My eyes widened.

Drinking King Contest!

After becoming the Wine King, you can stay in this world forever.

The so-called becoming the king of this world means that as long as you think about it, you can have everything.

But it is--

In the dream, there is everything.

I looked at these drunkards who were constantly being devoured by the giant of pain.

sad.

Pitiful.

Hateful too.

Maybe, it's obviously a small problem.

But he escaped because of a moment of cowardice.

This causes problems to ferment and continue to amplify.

Like a snowball, it keeps accumulating.

It gets bigger and bigger, eventually leading to irreversible consequences.

Swallow them like a giant.

I shook my head.

I don't sympathize with the plight of these drunkards.

It's all your own fault.

Now that the situation in this world is clear, how should I leave?

For alcoholics, facing reality is the way to leave.

So, they would say to me, when the curfew starts, come to the streets.

But it's different for me.

Because I am a passerby.

I'm not an alcoholic.

There are no memories of me in the giant.

The most you can do is kill me like you tore the bartender in half.

Won't eat me.

how should I do it?

Bang!

Bang!

The giant's heavy feet walked slowly past me.

Another bar was smashed.

Countless alcoholics have had to face the reality of their fears.

The giant ignored me, and his body became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared at the end of the street.

Confirmed that my guess was correct.

Soon, the dead streets became lively again.

The drunkards who had escaped unscathed cheered even more crazily.

Unprecedented enthusiasm.

Looking at the crazy faces, I frowned.

Do I have to drink too and become one of them?

"Drinking King Contest!"

"The Drinking King Competition has begun!"

I don't know who shouted.

The remaining drunkards followed and shouted wildly.

Excited, excited.

The bar door opened and all the drunkards poured out into the street and formed a circle.

In the middle, the winner of the drink in the bar.

There are about ten in total.

All kinds of wine are piled up.

It's a drunkard's feast.

"The Wine King Competition has officially begun!"

"Our rules are no rules!"

"Whoever can drink to the end and persist until the curfew is over will be the king of this world!"

"The King of Drinks!"

"I want to be the king of wine!"

Amid wild cheers, the ten contestants began to fight for drinks.

The air is full of the strong smell of alcohol.

Just standing here is enough to make people drunk.

My head was a little dizzy.

We must think of a way to leave as soon as possible.

otherwise.

I might be stuck here forever.

Be one of the miserable ones.