poison resist

When we were sure there wouldn’t be any issues caused by our presence, the two of us sat down at the bar and ordered our drinks. Well, Adam ordered our drinks; I didn’t really know much about alcohol, honestly. He got us both something called Nectar, a golden colored liquid in a tall glass, and we drank together. As for the taste, honestly, I found it neither pleasant nor unpleasant, but there was a certain bitter-sweetness to the drink. I’d say that if nothing else, it matched my mood. I had barely taken four swallows of it before a window appeared before me, though.

A skill has been created through a special action! Through the endurance of dangerous substances, the skill ‘Poison Resistance’ has been created!

I immediately stopped drinking and Observed the drink carefully, alarmed by the message. For a moment, I wondered if someone was taking this chance to kill me, if I had been betrayed—but no. It was just a normal, if alcoholic, drink. I guess that was enough to make it count to my power. Because alcohol was something that could harm the body, I guess my ability had responded, though that kind of made me wonder how it measured the distinction of ‘poisonous.’

Either way, I guess it didn’t make much difference now, did it? With my power…with the skill I’d just gained and the increase to experience my new Wisdom skills gave me…I’d probably improve this ability in no time. Without even glancing at the skill’s window, I could tell this was another passive ability, so…