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The next morning arrived quite lazily as I slowly woke up, still feeling a little dizzy from getting so drunk on cosmic chaos wine, as I like to call this weird concoction where I used miasma to ferment chaos fruits into a sweet and sour drink.
Certainly, it is so deadly it could kill most gods if it was able to get me so drunk, but I'll save it for later. I made a lot of bottles, but I don't want to become addicted, so maybe I'll gift some to my father.
Does he even have a birthday? I really don't remember if we ever celebrated one in the past. Well, it might be a good excuse to celebrate one now that he was able to satiate his hunger.
It really feels like I avoided a huge red flag when I helped my father satiate his hunger like that, or he would have become a much more antagonistic figure in Frank's life.
