Hal immediately downed another shot, and just like before, the system message rang in his head again, signifying the detoxification of the alcoholic drink he had taken._Now, I can't even take an alcoholic drink like a normal human, totally great!_When Sir Jack saw the sudden pace at which Hal took the second shot, he mistook his hurried shot as pleasant eagerness for the rich, striking taste of the Vodka, and so mocked him saying"First time's the best eh, kid?" He said with a chuckle.Hal replied with a dry chuckle."Haha, indeed."Well, this is an interesting development, and not so bad, not at all. If, in an unexpected situation, I get poisoned by any means, the system is sure to 'detoxify' the harmful substance and produce a harmless effect. By so doing I'll be invulnerable to all sorts of harmful substances, so apart from me being unable to enjoy the few high feelings that come with being drunk, I'll be immune to every harmful substance, and could even use this as a secret ace

Hal was genuinely elated by this piece of info and thought about how he was going to quickly complete the quest, as he couldn't wait to get his hands on those rewards.'For this kind of reward, killing a bunch of monsters is totally worth it.'Hal's eyes went up the interface, and it was then that he caught a 'piece of info' he had missed in his elation. The quest clear conditions, read'Ten thousand? !'He gasped out in pure shockThis was already far beyond the notion of killing one or two monsters.These rewards would only come about by him killing, not 1, not 10, not even a 1000, but ten thousand demons._Just what does this system take me for? A blood thirsty maniac, grunt!_He had no idea what type of monsters these demons would be, but taking notes from past encounters, a Demon Duke was strong enough to threaten his life, during his B-rank days as a Hunter, also, the immediate King-tier of a demon, also made him sweat buckets by merely gazing at him for a couple of seconds.And

After several more kills and after storing every item he had seen, Hal, who had been having a good time with the Lesser Demons and had already lost count of the demon Souls he had collected, suddenly came across an item he hadn't seen before."What is this?"The strange item had its end poking out from the busted gut of a demon..[Item: Entry Permit.]Rarity: ??Type: ??A permit allowing you to enter the 2nd floor of the Demon's Hellspawn. Can only be used on the 1st floor floor-transfer magic cycle. Hal scrutinized the 'Entry Permit' with questioning gazes.'Why is it in the form of a scroll? This isn't the medieval period, you know.'When he unfurled it and took a look, he found several undecipherable patterns scribbled across it, along with some strange symbols.If it wasn't for the explanation, Hal was sure he couldn't glean anything from this..But, at least he thought he understood it. "An item that lets me go up from the first floor to the second?"It was a guess, but a factu

"....96, 97, 98, 99, 100."Tti-ring[Daily Quest: Preparations to become strong.]Running, 10 Km: Incomplete (0/100)Sit Up, 100 times: Complete (100/100)Push Up, 100 times: Complete (100/100)Squat, 100 times: Complete (100/100)"Even in here, one's still gotta do the daily quest. I have no doubt this friggin system would throw me into the Penalty zone if I don't." Hal said this as he stood up from the ground where he had just completed the 'Push Up' section of his daily quest.The other sections were also completed, except for the 'Running' section, which he was going to complete as soon as he got on the road.Since Hal hadn't completed the daily quest, the rewards weren't available, yet, so he sat to a side and brought out a white package from the system's storage.The items in the package were food. Four slices of bread and a little butter. Hal skillfully smeared the butter across each bread surface, then placed two of them on top of each other, making a makeshift hamburger, with

Tti-ring! [You have discovered 29 ‘Item: Horns of Demon Earls.’] [Will you take them all?] The familiar notification echoed in Hal’s head. Numbers. Sweet, beautiful numbers. “Well, here we go again,” Hal muttered, grinning. “Take ‘em all.” The horns vanished into his inventory with a shimmer of blue light. His grin widened. He was feeling really good right now — he’d just cleared the twelfth floor, leaving behind a trail of ash, and waste. ‘Nothing I can use directly, huh?’ He flipped through the pile in his inventory, then shrugged. ‘Fine. Sell ‘em all.’ A soft chime followed. [You have sold 29 Demon Earl Horns.] [Current Coin: 915,690,772.] “Heok!?” Hal blinked rapidly, staring at the number. Nearly a billion coins. He hadn’t realized he’d been hoarding that much. ‘Well, each horn was around two hundred thousand, and I did hunt down over four thousand of them,’ he reasoned, rubbing his chin. ‘Guess it adds up. Damn, I’m rich.’ He laughed under his breath — t