America? No, it's the warp!

?

Is this Slaanesh's invitation?

Logan thought about it seriously for a moment, but ultimately declined: "No, no, I have something to do back home."

He really wanted to accept the invitation, but currently only his muscles and bones had been systematically strengthened; other related parts had not yet been improved, so he was still in a relatively weak state.

In short, using muscle power to suppress weaklings is fine, but in a real fight, he'll definitely be exposed. He can only wait until his father improves his body in every way before he can do anything else.

Improving the filth is urgently needed.

Claire's disappointment was obvious, but thinking she hadn't shown it, she kept averting her gaze to hide her embarrassment: "Okay then, thank you for taking me home today..."

"It's nothing. You've helped me more than once. Even if I had to give you a ride every day from now on, let alone just once..." Logan suddenly realized something halfway through his sentence.

He forgot that Americans don't stand on ceremony; if they say they'll treat you to dinner in a couple of days, they really will ask you two days later.

"Okay! Then I'll wait for you at the store entrance after get off work from now on!" Claire was as sharp as ever, and her quick reply had completely vanished from her previous disappointment at being politely rejected.

He forced a helpless smile: "It's what I should do..."

"Now I just hope she can give me more tasks."

Before parting, the two exchanged contact information. Logan's old phone didn't have any social media apps, so he left his phone number.

Mission Completed: Frontline Escort

Sister Claire, the medical nurse, returned to the temporary medical ward unharmed.

[Reward: +20 Merit Points]

You didn't use violence; you repelled three mortals corrupted by Nurgle simply with your aura.

[Reward: +20 Merit Points]

You declined an invitation from Slaanesh.

[Reward: +20 Merit Points]

[You have entered into a long-term escort contract with Claire, which is an extremely noble act.]

[Reward: +40 Merit Points]

After a long series of mechanical announcements, Logan immediately opened his control panel:

[Host: Logan]

[Rank: Recruit]

[Merit Points: 240]

【chaos

Khorne: 2 (His whole body hardened)

Nurgle: 3 (The loving father cast his first glance)

Slaanesh: 4 (seems even more Slaanesh now)

Tzeentch: 3 (The disordered memories have stabilized)

[Skill: Pulsating Pus (Foul)]

"One mission alone rewarded me with 100 merit points!"

Logan carefully reviewed the many tasks he had completed in the past, and he seemed to have made some conclusions about the impact of the process on the result:

"To increase terror, violence is necessary, but don't deliberately create bloodshed."

"To elevate Negro, one must engage in activities involving poison and life."

"To enhance Treachery, one must use wisdom."

As for Sinister karmic debt, it is strongly associated with desire.

If no of the aforementioned actions are performed during the mission, there will be some hidden merit rewards.

Logan walked back to the Leaf specialty store, pondering his next upgrade goals:

"Khorne and Nurgle remain the top priorities for improvement. Slaanesh and Jaeger can wait. If those two can't be improved, avoid all chaotic actions and focus on gaining merit. The second heart in the logistics department is also key to improving physique and strength."

"That's the first step to becoming an Astartes!"

Back at the shop entrance, he retrieved the two pizzas from a hidden spot and returned to the waterfall plaza. He first gave the pizzas to his two underlings, who probably hadn't eaten yet, exchanged a few pleasantries, and then went back to his tent.

"It's colder than usual tonight, and there's likely to be a few more corpses on the streets tomorrow. Maybe I should go treasure hunting then."

"But before that, I need to go to a secondhand store to buy some warm clothes."

He's still wearing his work clothes, with Kieran's thick coat over them, which isn't very warm.

He took off his coat, lay down in his sleeping bag, released a little drowsiness, and gradually fell asleep under his loving father's soothing touch.

On October 24th, at 8:24 AM, a light rain was still falling, and the damp, earthy smell mixed with the stench of various garbage was almost suffocating.

The bustling park became quiet. Homeless people with tents stayed inside to keep warm, while those without tents could only hope to find a corner or eaves to shelter them from the rain.

Logan wrapped himself in a thick coat, unzipped the tent, and a gust of cold air immediately rushed in, instantly energizing him without needing to use any skills.

On a cloudy day with a light drizzle, the entire waterfall park was filled with a faint sense of death.

He didn't disturb his younger brother's sleep. He left the park alone and followed the street to the "John's Secondhand Outdoor Gear" store, where the black owner, John, was still lying on his deck chair.

"Boss! I'm here to buy some secondhand clothes!"

"Huh?" The boss stood up, surprised to see who it was. "You've made money again in just two days?"

His doubts are understandable; the original owner of this body may not have had a single penny on him for a whole month.

"I found a job, and this is the salary I earned yesterday," Logan explained.

"That's good." The shopkeeper led him to the clothing section of the store. "I thought you had just made some money by selling corpses this morning."

"Ah... haha..." Logan laughed awkwardly. He did intend to look for it after buying the clothes.

"We've already received quite a few freshly harvested clothes, and they're being cleaned. Why don't you come back this afternoon? There will be even more clothes then," the boss kindly suggested.

Logan shook his head without even thinking: "No, no, find me something that wasn't taken from a dead person. I don't want to dream in the middle of the night that the owner of the clothes is coming to me demanding an explanation."

"Okay, okay," the shopkeeper said, pointing to a pile of decent-looking secondhand clothes. "This pile wasn't taken from somewhere. They come from many sources, but in any case, they weren't taken from somewhere, and no one will come looking for you. Feel free to pick what you want."

"They either robbed, stole, or bought cheaply from charities—those are probably the main sources."

Logan didn't care about any of that. As long as it wasn't a corpse, its origin didn't matter. He only cared about whether the clothes were affordable.

Once you've been there, you'll get used to it. He's become a regular customer. After some haggling, he bought a raincoat, hiking boots, rain boots, a wool hat, gloves, a scarf, two sets each of a thermal sweatshirt, a wool sweater, a waterproof hardshell jacket, thermal leggings, and waterproof pants. He also picked out four pairs of wool socks.

I've spent almost all of yesterday's salary; I only have 5 yuan left.

He used his last bit of money to buy three brand-new pairs of men's underwear at a nearby clothing store. He hadn't worn them in a long time and didn't want to wear secondhand ones.

Wearing his newly bought raincoat and carrying two large bags of clothes, Logan quickly returned to his tent.

He changed out of his unlined work clothes and put on underwear, thermal clothing, outer clothing, a beanie, scarf, and gloves. When he stepped out of the tent again, he could no longer feel the cold.

"The Seattle cold can no longer kill me!"

A few meters away, Jonathan Shawn, who had gone out, had returned, carrying four free meals. He kept one for each of them and gave the other to Logan, who had noticed his large appetite after the roast chicken feast last time.

While having breakfast, Logan glanced at his two underlings one by one: "What are your plans for the morning?"

Sean stopped eating and leaned closer to the three of them: "Today is a great day to make a fortune."

The three of them exchanged glances and revealed meaningful smiles.

They all know how to make money.