I work as a sorcerer in the US, and my side hustle is building Gundams.

This poor troll died from snake venom, her medical skills wasted, and ironically, her medical student loans were still outstanding. Examine this corpse, and you will receive a reward.

Looking at the system text that appeared before him, Lynn was filled with a myriad of thoughts.

In the past, when he encountered homeless people who died suddenly on the street, he would collect their skills and sell their bodies for money without any remorse.

After all, they were complete strangers, and if their bodies weren't sold, other homeless people would do the same.

But this time it seems a little different.

This is an ordinary citizen who, although living in poverty and struggling to make ends meet, has not yet truly fallen off the brink of ruin.

She has her own career, her own house, her own children, and perhaps a chance to escape this situation if she struggles a bit.

But ironically, she collapsed on the path of struggle.

"Rest in peace, poor Jennifer."

"The place you're going to has no discrimination, no mortgages, no struggles, and no cut-off line..."

He leaned down, placed his hand on the other person's shoulder, and spoke softly.

[This resentful soul has just left her body, and her spirit is stimulating you, allowing you to learn the skill "Surgery Lv1" and gain +10 character experience.]

In an instant, Lynn felt as if a memory and a bunch of first-person perspective images were injected into his brain, especially a scene of "himself" holding a scalpel on a hospital bed, cutting open the skin of a patient, removing a tumor, and then suturing it.

[Congratulations, host! You have now acquired 5 common skills outside of the Warlock class, triggering the skill fusion function. You can upgrade skills that need strengthening by absorbing the experience of other skills.]

Suddenly, an interface similar to the gem synthesis interface in a game appeared in front of Lynn's eyes. There was a box on the left where you could place skills, and four boxes on the right, each with an arrow pointing to the box on the left.

In other words, skills that you don't usually use can be converted into experience points for the skills you want here, allowing you to level up.

"System, open my properties panel."

"It's been a long time since I checked my attributes," Lynn said to the system.

Then, a semi-transparent panel that only he could see appeared before his eyes.

Class: Warlock, Level 2, Talents: Not Selected

Titles: "Cataclysmic Resistant" (gain more favorability from the Survivors faction), "Voodoo Healer" (this stuff is believed on the streets of America, increasing your mystique).

Stamina: 13

Intelligence: 16

Spirit: 20

Agility: 8

Power: 8

HP: 130/130

Magic: 170/170

Experience points: lv2 182/200

Wealth: $2852.5

Common skills: Excellent eloquence (Level 1, 60%), Unrestricted combat skills (Level 1, 80%), Tight end tactical awareness in rugby (Level 1, 70%), Dagger combat skills (Level 3, 30%), Surgical skills (Level 1, 30%).

Warlock skills: Curse of Weakness (Rank 1, 50%), Corruption (Rank 1, 80%), First Aid (Rank 1, 90%), Alchemy (Rank 1, 20%).

Craftable items: Antidote (0 remaining), Lion King's Power Potion (2 remaining)

Status: Normal.

"What I use most often right now are excellent oratory skills and knife fighting skills."

"I'll probably use this unrestricted fighting technique in the future, but I guess I'll never use the tight end tactical skills in rugby... Okay, I'll feed this to surgical skills instead."

Lynn placed the surgical skill icon in the left box and the rugby skill icon in the first box on the right, then clicked the "OK" button below.

A flash of light, the skill in the right frame disappeared, and the level of the surgical skill on the left has changed to (lv2, 0).

Looking back at the first-person perspective footage she had just seen, Lynn felt that she would be able to handle those surgeries more smoothly and skillfully now than before.

"Damn it, I should have bought a phone. If I had, I could have contacted you earlier..."

Lily gently laid Janice on the ground and wiped her eyes.

As homeless people, none of the members of the Fountain Gang had bought cell phones. Many did so because they were poor, while others did so because they had no one to contact even if they did.

Now that this has happened, they all realize it. Although Lynn didn't officially join the Fountain Gang, he was actually quite familiar with everyone because of Mike, an unofficial member of the gang.

"Yeah, let's buy a phone."

The onlookers all nodded in agreement.

Jennifer's body was not sold.

Instead, Lily used her own phone to call her son, and the details of the call were too much for Lynn to follow.

He just wants to level up his character to level 3 as soon as possible, so he can get a new warlock skill, which will greatly increase his chances of surviving on the streets and help him save up $1 to pay off his debts quickly.

……

Brulow, the leader of the Three-Eyed Mule Gang, has been a bit troubled lately.

First, a robbery he orchestrated with absolute certainty was thwarted by a seemingly defenseless little white pig and his big white pig friend. Instead of robbing him, he was beaten up, and all his and his five henchmen's belongings were looted by the target.

They even snatched his "gold chain," and then, because they felt it was too heavy, they threw it on the ground, revealing the metal underneath after the gold powder had fallen off.

This made him a laughingstock in the gang for a long time.

What's even more infuriating is that the guy also stole his Glock.

This is no small matter!

This is his greatest asset in handling everyday matters!

In these numerous small gangs scattered around, poverty was the prevailing theme, and when they went out to do business, they mostly carried cold weapons.

Owning a handgun was already a symbol of a very good status and position.

Now that damned guy has stolen his symbol of status and position, he has lost face and his strength has been questioned by his gang members. He almost lost his position as a minor boss.

So after that day, he vowed to catch that white pig nicknamed "The Pharmacist," teach him a lesson, and then steal back his precious pistol to regain his former glory.

"Boss, it's all done. The two officers have agreed to our request and are cooperating with our plan."

In the evening, as Bruno was drinking cola and eating a hamburger in his apartment, a black henchman wearing a brightly colored bandana quickly walked in and whispered a report in his ear.

"Hmm, not bad, you did a great job."

As he spoke, he picked up a box of hamburgers from the table and tossed it to his younger brother, then patted the sofa next to him, signaling him to sit down and eat with him.

"I'd like to see how the police will deal with a homeless man illegally possessing a gun, haha!"