America? No, it's the warp!

[Defeating the Slaanesh followers with sheer physical superiority, even Chaos has its strengths and weaknesses]

[Grudge +1]

[Receive the blessing of Nurgle: Alveolar tension]

[Alveolar tension: Alveoli have a stronger contractile capacity, increasing the amount of air inhaled with each breath and enhancing the alveoli's ability to extract oxygen.]

[Gain the Blessed Ability: Pulsating Pus (Slow Tide)]

[Slow-tide: A type of purulent pulsation that releases special substances from the kidneys, which can quickly regulate metabolic balance and transport accumulated waste products through the urinary system for elimination.]

Logan took a deep breath, feeling a distinct sense of expansion in his lungs; he felt that this one breath was equivalent to two of his previous breaths.

Cardiopulmonary function is inseparable; long-distance exercise requires both the heart to pump blood and the lungs to breathe.

With this upgrade to [Alveolar Tension], his endurance will be greatly improved.

If you run a marathon now, you might not even be out of breath by the end.

When competing in a sprint with that black guy, Logan's heart pumped blood very efficiently, delivering oxygen to his body very quickly.

However, his lungs couldn't keep up with the breathing rate, and the muscles that were working in his body couldn't get oxygen in time, resulting in the accumulation of lactic acid.

Although it's not much, this metabolic waste can still make people feel uncomfortable.

Normally, it takes at least one or two days for lactic acid to dissipate.

But now...

Logan releases the newly acquired [Slow Tide], set to a small amount.

Immediately, the father's warm hand transformed into a gentle stream of water, spreading throughout the body. Each time it circulated, it took away a slight soreness from the muscles.

Ultimately, the discomfort was completely washed away by the water flow, leaving no residue.

"Less than a minute, not bad, as fast as that black guy."

With this skill, any metabolic problems such as muscle fatigue or drug residue will no longer be an issue.

Logan walked down from the apartment building to the nearest trash can, put all four types of documents he had obtained into the inside pocket of his jacket, and then threw the box into the trash can.

"Don't worry, your owner will reunite with you in the trash can."

He took out his phone and glanced at the time.

12:48

Now that you've easily obtained your ID, you should check where your demobilization pay has gone.

He entered va.gov into his mobile browser and found the nearest place where he could inquire about matters related to veterans.

The Seattle Veterans Resource Center is located in downtown Seattle, less than 0.5 kilometers from Pioneer Square, and he is currently on the street in Pioneer Square that is closest to downtown.

A few minutes later, Logan found the place.

It was noon, and there weren't many people in the lobby investigating anything, nor were there many staff members on duty.

There is only one free window.

The employee there was a young woman, good-looking and with a good figure, wearing a work suit, and happily scrolling through videos.

[Quest Reward: Face]

You've arrived at the Imperial Military Affairs Department, hoping to inquire about your military allowance. However, as everyone knows, under the corrupt leadership of the high lords, various corrupt officials are lurking in every system of the Empire, and this place may be no exception. Find a way to discover where your allowance has gone.

[Reward: +20 Merit Points]

"There can be a mission for this?"

Logan glanced around the hall and saw the obsequious veterans and the arrogant staff. He saw no democracy, only capitalism.

"American characteristics, the tragedy of empire."

He took a deep breath, composed himself, stepped forward, and spoke in the gentlest tone:

"Hello, miss, I'm a veteran. Can I check my discharge pay status here?"

Do you have an appointment?

She didn't even look up; her only movement was to swipe up to the next video, and then she couldn't help but laugh.

"This work ethic is very American."

"No……"

"If you don't have one, make an appointment first and get a number. There are many people who want to look up things, and we can't just look up everything for everyone who comes in, or it will be chaos."

She was talking about what she thought were the lines her manager had taught her, and then she showed the next video.

"But nobody's processing any transactions right now?"

"Hey! What's wrong with you? This is our rule, even if Biden comes, he'll have to... abide by it."

She finally looked up, and for some reason, there was a pause before the last two.

Logan observed her face with a look of shock, as if he had seen a rose in a haystack or a crane in a flock of chickens.

His face was all I could see in those eyes.

It even looked like he was about to drool.

The staff member tucked the phone into a corner, adopted the most friendly posture, flashed a genuine fake smile, and asked in a tone even gentler than Logan's:

"What do you want to investigate?"

???

"Don't we need to make an appointment?"

"Why do we need an appointment when there's no one here to handle any business?"

The two poles have reversed, and the situation has been turned upside down.

The sincere expression on her face made it seem as if the impatient words she had just spoken hadn't come from her mouth at all.

"Isn't this the rule? Does Biden have to follow it too?"

"All rules should be based on circumstances. The United States is a democratic country, and the president is just like any other ordinary person."

She was spouting words that were probably passed down from some senior, and her eyes were so sincere that they didn't seem like those of an American.

He was arrogant at first, but became respectful later.

Logan was speechless, yet felt a strange urge to laugh.

The staff at the next few windows still maintained that condescending attitude; the only one in the entire hall who looked like a qualified employee was the one in front of him.

But the reason is definitely not so-called democracy.

It was his face.

That face, blessed by Slaanesh, was incredibly handsome.

That face, combined with his good physique, was enough to make this American woman dream of him.

Is it the power of Slaanesh?

How ironic.

"Within the Imperial Military Ministry, the status of an Imperial soldier is actually less important than the face blessed by Slaanesh."

"America is so much like the subspace."

"But that doesn't concern me much. I've completed my mission, and I can find out where my discharge pay went."

"I am a veteran, and I would like to check where my veteran's pension went."

"Okay, please show me your veteran health card, military ID card, or DD-214 discharge certificate."

"Hmm... I can't find these documents or certificates."

Luo Gen had expected a difficult response, but he underestimated Slaanesh's power.

"It's okay. You can show me any other form of identification. As long as you have any one of them, I can find your discharge date in the system and then find out where your discharge pay went based on the discharge information."

The staff members displayed an enthusiasm that seemed incongruous with their status.

Logan pulled out his state driver's license.

"Is this okay?"

"Of course, this is the best form of identification."

She quickly typed information into the computer next to her, and then clicked the mouse several more times.

"Found it!"

"Mr. Logan."

"Your discharge pay started nine months ago and has been going on for a full year now. You've received it every single time."

"Look who got it."

"Hmm...your wife..."