In Marvel With Unique Skill Great Sage (MCU)

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But in Lemu's eyes, this guy was intolerable.

His gaze, dripping with sleaziness, reminded Lemu of an oily old bat, the kind you'd want to chase out with a broom.

His hair was so slick it might as well have been pickled in hair gel, and his face practically glistened with grease.

It was as if someone had marinated him in a vat of pomade before letting him loose on the world.

Lemu's amber eyes narrowed, a trace of disgust flashing through them as he thought:

Why does this guy look like he belongs in a can of motor oil?

Lemu couldn't help but think, This guy's as annoying as Snape in that one movie.

And what was this "Heavenly Meteor" nonsense? Never even heard of it—who would actually care?

The Great Sage provided an answer immediately:

"Heavenly Meteor is a 2005 sci-fi movie that had a budget of $200,000. Its opening day box office was $120, and it grossed $2,680 total. Viewer rating online: 1.1."

Lemu blinked, momentarily stunned.

So many things to roast, yet where to even begin?

"Didn't ask for that, thanks," he muttered internally.

"…Sorry," the Great Sage replied sheepishly.

Turning his attention back to Belen Hammer, Lemu's face softened into a gentle smile, his expression deceptively innocent and warm.

"I only make friends with people who can hold their liquor. How about you? Are you good with alcohol? I can't drink yet, but I really admire people with a strong tolerance."

Contrary to his sweet demeanor, Lemu's thoughts were ablaze with murderous intent.

How dare you hit on the woman I've set my sights on? Are you tired of living?

Belen laughed lightly, radiating confidence.

"It seems like this was destined by the heavens. I grew up practically soaking in alcohol. From cheap bottles that cost a few bucks to the finest vintages worth millions—I've tasted it all. I can tell the quality of any drink with just one sip."

While the law technically prohibited drinking before 21, plenty of people, especially in private settings, ignored it.

Lemu subtly signaled Alice with a glance.

Alice caught on immediately, her impression of Lemu shifting yet again.

I thought this kid was harmless, but he's got a bit of a devious streak, doesn't he?

She raised her hand to summon the bartender and ordered the strongest drink available.

Lemu turned back to Belen, his soft smile still firmly in place, exuding the air of an innocent little rabbit.

"Well then, you wouldn't mind if we put your tolerance to the test, would you?"

"Not at all," Belen replied smoothly, his tone brimming with self-assurance. "If I get the chance to drink fine wine in such lovely company, it would be an honor."

He agreed without hesitation, recognizing this as a deliberate challenge.

It wasn't his first rodeo—these kinds of tests were common in social and business circles.

To him, this was a perfect chance to earn their favor. If he downed the drink confidently, it would showcase his boldness and sincerity, and even if the challenge had started as a prank, it could easily endear him to them.

In his mind, this was a surefire win.

What could possibly go wrong?

Belen was confident. His tried-and-true method of drinking opponents under the table had worked countless times in various social settings.

As long as the other party was impressed by his tolerance, negotiations almost always went in his favor.

He had every reason to believe this would be no different.

Having started drinking from a young age and often attending back-to-back events that lasted all night, his alcohol tolerance was second to none.

A single glass? Even ten times that wouldn't faze him.

But Lemu had other plans.

Taking the cocktail handed to him by the bartender, Lemu turned slightly, his hand brushing over the rim of the glass.

In the blink of an eye, hidden from view, the pale yellow liquid inside was replaced with clear, colorless ethanol from his dimensional storage—a pure, waterless alcohol reserved for experiments.

A quick application of aerodynamic manipulation injected carbon dioxide into the liquid.

Then, using his thermal control skill, he warmed the glass ever so slightly. It was a minor technique he'd picked up over the past six months—simple, but effective.

The carbon dioxide and the increased temperature would drastically accelerate the body's absorption of alcohol. If absorption outpaced metabolism, it could lead to alcohol poisoning—and in extreme cases, even death.

It was the same principle behind why mixing beer (high in carbon dioxide) and liquor (high in alcohol content) was so potent. The infamous "Depth Charge" cocktail, also known as the "Blackout Drink," was based on this idea.

The origins of the drink were said to trace back to America's lower socioeconomic classes, where people looking to get drunk cheaply would mix the two.

With a sweet, innocent expression, Lemu carefully held the glass with both hands and handed it to Belen. His large amber eyes shimmered with such earnest anticipation that it was impossible to refuse.

Belen, not suspecting a thing, took the glass without hesitation.

He raised it slightly in a gesture of acknowledgment, flashing what he thought was his signature charming smile.

"Cheers," he said, before downing the drink in one go.

The glass felt slightly warm to the touch, but the liquid itself was tasteless—like water. Belen had never encountered a cocktail like this before.

"What a fine drink! Truly unique—there's a certain… c-cough… cough…"

Before he could finish his sentence, his lips and mouth began to go numb.

A burning sensation spread through his stomach, as if a fire had been lit inside him. Slowly, the burning turned into a deep, dull pain, as though he'd been punched repeatedly in the gut.

His throat convulsed as his body instinctively tried to vomit, but nothing came out. All he could manage were dry, wracking coughs.

Lemu shrugged innocently, his expression calm and serene.

"As far as rivals go, I think I've been pretty merciful," he thought to himself, fully embracing his role as a ruthless defender of his chosen companion.

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