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Got a dream with this idea last night.

I decide to extend it a bit.

When I woke up, I became a snake-man in a fantasy world.

Although before my eyes, no single human was present. Everyone's an anthropomorphic creature.

A shirtless held a giant piece of log. While a tiger-man did some blacksmithing.

As I passed by, they called me Viper.

Looking at the ground puddle, I had black scales with a gold-yellowish pattern, and my body's quite muscular. Even with my human aesthetic standards, I say I'm pretty handsome.

My body's wrapped in a common leather cloth, and my tail kept whipping the ground.

I have a special ability--I can manipulate poison in myriad ways.

Today, I went to the Barber Shop for part-time work. Today's customer wants a quick trim of their fur.

I enveloped them in a fog of poison, which quickly chipped it away. It seems I could manipulate it well enough, the customer wouldn't get poisoned. In just a few minutes, stacks of shaved fur laid on the floor and chair.

After that, I visited the Tiger-man at the Blacksmith Shop. Using my poison to smelt black iron ore.

With my control, there were no bits of corrosion. As if it's burned in a high-grade furnace.

I also went to a Construction Site, using the poison to glue the bricks together like cement.

After that, I returned to my home. There's a big padlock but I don't have any key—I just used poison as usual.

To wash raw food, I just bathe them in poison. All bacteria and viruses wouldn't be able to survive. I'd also make it so it wouldn't affect the texture and taste at all.

...and to cook them, just use a poison fog as gas--they burned quite well.

With the same poison, I could wash all impurities from my skin, before splashing it with water and wiping myself.

If I feel like it, I could even drink my own poison and allow it to kill every hostile element inside my body.

Something's strange though—didn't I have too much poison?

...and since my ability's so convenient, wouldn't some snotty noble out there try to get their faces slapped?

Some time passed.

I was getting used to my new life.

It's so easy to get money. Just visit someplace that need help and spend a few minutes.

It's always nice to have lots of money. I could buy a lot of things, like furniture, food, and fancy trinkets for my house.

One of my favorite snacks was the Beefalo Fillet Kebab with few drops of lime, grated cheese, and eggs. There's also the stalls selling horned rabbit and venison skewer.

I'd often go to the bar during the daytime and tasted their ol' liquor. The barkeeper was a dwarf—probably the only humanoid I encountered so far—he's not working though, just in his pajamas--holding a giant mug of beer.

Since it's mid-day, it's kinda empty for the most part. It's the cat waitress who served me There's a valve connected to a large drum, which they poured drinks in.

For the Master's personal mix, they're only available at night. At that time, I'd be curled up in bed.

I spent the rest of my days in the Library or just finding new ways to use my power.

Amidst the wave of information, I learned one thing.

"Do not offend the Vipers at all cost because they're toxic as hell."