Chapter 7: The Juttak Bestows Beer and Dried Squid (2)

What is alcohol? It's something that's inevitably born once humanity builds civilization and society flourishes. In a word, booze reveals the history we've accumulated, directly or indirectly. So, when the hell do people drink it? There are all sorts of situations. When you're sad, happy, depressed, or just bored out of your mind. We all scramble for any excuse just to get a drink in us.

That's right. Alcohol is the essence of dopamine humanity created—the great Yangtze River tonic that lifts your spirits. Drinking it pulls out the dopamine lurking inside you.

Proving the point, the beer and dried squid sets sold out. The gallery, filled with nothing but anxiety just moments ago, was starting to buzz with energy. Even more than I'd expected.

"Not bad at all."

The viral marketing from those who bought beer was a smashing success. The atmosphere, thick with anxiety from the Yudong Goe-i, flipped in an instant. They were even more hyped than when cola dropped. The alcohol clearly boosted their moods big time.

"Good thing, but... aren't some of them way too wasted?"

A good chunk of the posts praised the beer and dried squid. But some were clearly written blackout drunk. Totally different from their usual personalities.

Didn't matter, though. This was all within my expectations. The real issue was the headaches it'd cause.

Everywhere you go, there are booze snobs showing off. Eokgal was no different.

Drunk, they're nonstop posting nonsense. Now even DMing me.

"What? Just three sending this many? Scared to even check..."

I didn't look closely, but they were just louder than usual. Left 'em for now. It was what I wanted anyway. I'd set booze rules later.

"Hangover hits, they'll delete from shame."

I shoved the messages aside and monitored the gallery vibe quietly. Rocky road, but satisfying results. Planted beer hype in the gallers successfully. Dried squid shone as a side dish too.

But something felt off. Viral marketing shines brightest with endorsement from the undisputed top dog.

So I got one. Like how the balding king/god Juttak's recommended clinic becomes holy ground for Talmo Gallery. I had the self-proclaimed booze nation's dwarf do viral marketing.

Once I started stocking, beer and dried squid flew off shelves. Momentum built fast—points piled up insanely. Total now over 100k.

"Enough for that."

Clicked weapons in shop. Sorted by lowest price—that weapon appeared.

Why are modern humans apex predators? The real reason frail humans keep getting stronger.

Guns. Straight up.

Meanwhile, Dolkin suddenly gets the pistol, mag, and manual.

"...?"

Even a master smith like him baffled by the unfamiliar item? Or just looks like some street boomerang? Stood there dumbfounded. Seemed pissed it was a "weapon" like this boomerang. Or maybe lost his marbles.

Soon he picks up the pistol.

"So... you expect me to fight with this? Fuck, I'm screwed."