God of Tricksters

"Dr-drinking contest?!" Agata dropped her jaw to the ground. Never in her wildest dream would she drink against a dwarf, who was known to be a good drinker.

"Pfft." The dragon laughed for the first time as if he had found something amusing.

Dourner was the leader of the dwarves, the Mountain King as well as a Mythical Rank Expert. And the person before him was a simple young man, a Hero Rank Expert, and a human.

To think such a person would challenge him in a drinking contest, he couldn't help but pinch his cheek. "It's not a dream."

"It's not a dream." Theo shook his head. "I truly want to challenge you in a drinking contest. I will use all my power to defeat you in this drinking contest."

"Are you joking with me?" Dourner couldn't help but appear in front of Theo and grabbed his collar. Anger was reflected on his face as he thought this was an insult to him.

"I have told you that I'm serious this whole time. That's why I asked you whether you can drink or not." Theo shrugged. "If you don't dare, you are free to surrender."

"Good, good. This is the first time I have seen someone dare to insult me in this way. I'm going to make you regret your choice." Dourner gritted his teeth.

Suddenly, a wine pot dropped next to them as the dragon had tossed it to them.

"Since you're seeking death, it's better to die with good wine. This is the wine I brewed two hundred years ago." Dourner pointed at the wine pot before raising his hand to the left as a jar flew into his hand. He handed it to Theo and said, "This is yours."

Theo looked at Dourner's angry face and smiled. He calmly received the jar and asked, "So, how should we do this?"

"It's easy. I pour the wine and we drink at the same time. The first one to be drunk is the loser. However, no matter what state you're in, you need to finish the filled-up jar. If not, I'm not going to forgive you." Dourner glared at him.

"Sure." Theo smiled.

Dourner raised the wine pot with his Magic Power and poured it for both of them.

Before they started, Agata suddenly came to him and said with a panicked expression. "Theo… You… You never drank any alcohol before… Are you—!"

She was stopped by the angry Dourner as he smirked. "Good, good. A toddler who can't even drink dares to challenge me in a drinking contest. You can't back down from this anymore."

Theo glanced at Agata and smiled. "Don't worry. I will be fine. I have confidence that I won't be drunk."

"Since you're that confident… Drink!" Dourner extended his hand as if asking him to drink.

"This is my first time, so I don't know the rules for drinking. Maybe you have some sort of special rule? I want to defeat you at your best, so it's better to follow your way." Theo didn't fear Dourner's threat as he simply couldn't picture himself losing.

"Hmph. Since you dare to challenge me in a drinking contest, I shall acknowledge you as a daring human. Even if you die in the process, I will remember you as a challenger." Dourner pointed at him. "You and I drink and finish at the same time."

"You don't need to remember me as a challenger… I believe you're going to remember it as something else." Theo shrugged.

"Fine. Let's start this." Dourner dropped to the ground and crossed his legs while raising his jar.

"If you don't mind, please show it to me first, so I don't make a mistake." Theo smiled.

Dourner immediately drank his wine after hearing those words. In just five seconds, he finished the wine. "Done."

"So, there's nothing special." Theo nodded and summoned his clone.

"W-what?!" Dourner widened his eyes, not expecting Theo to summon his clone.

Theo handed the jar to him as Clone Theo sat down like Dourner. Before anyone could react, Theo started drinking the wine and finished it in seven seconds.

"Huft… I can't finish it as fast as him…" Clone Theo let out a long sigh.

"Pfft! Hahaha!" The dragon was amused by Theo's performance. "As expected, my eyes weren't wrong. Hahahaha."

"W-what are you doing?!" Dourner gritted his teeth and glared at Theo.

"What?" Theo tilted his head in confusion as though he did nothing wrong. "I drank the wine like you did. I was wrong because I couldn't finish it as fast as you…"

"You… You!" Veins bulged on his forehead as he slammed the floor. "That is just a chunk of Magic Power! You let that trash drink my wine?!"

"Hmm? I believe I did nothing wrong here. I already told you that we will compete in a drinking contest and I will defeat you with all my power." Theo pointed at his clone. "This is my power. I have severed my senses from it too, so I can drink for as long as you like."

Dourner started coughing as talking to Theo would just increase his blood pressure. Nevertheless, his wine was already 200 years old. It took a very long time to store and maintain it. Yet, Theo just let the clone drink it.

And he could even go forever with his clone since the latter didn't taste anything. In other words, the more he drank, the more wine he wasted.

The urge of punching Theo kept rising as he started clenching his fist.

But the worst part had yet to come. It was Theo's harassment.

"Come on. I don't have all the time in the world for this competition. We need to do it fast." Theo smiled while patting his clone. "Come on."

'What come on? You're going to waste all my two hundred years of effort!' The dwarf was fuming in anger, but he couldn't punch Theo as it would mean breaking the competition.

While he was suffering from his own choice, Theo and God of Mischief certainly had their fun.

[God of Mischief is pleased with your play of words.]

The two guys couldn't help but make a big smile as they thought of the same thing.

[Idiotic Artisan.]

'Idiotic Artisan.'