America? No, it's the warp!

Logan jumped to his feet in shock, his PTSD completely cured, thanks entirely to the intensity of the text:

"You'll get covered in sores from using this stuff!"

Logan faced the recipe, which seemed to have been written by the Great Demon Nurgle, with the vigilance befitting an Imperial soldier.

"Yes, that's the effect I wanted."

Kieran was a little confused. Since it was the last injection anyway, wouldn't it be better to use one with a stronger effect?

He pulled out a bunch of loose change. "This is all the money I have. Use it to buy the raw materials."

[Quest Acquired: The End]

[It turns out that the Astronaut comrade you helped was deeply corrupted by Nurgle's power. His body was originally indulging in that false happiness, but now he is exhausted, and Nurgle's power has been severed due to a lack of resources.]

[Help this lost companion choose the final path]

[Reward: +20 Merit Points]

Having been given a task, Logan had to help. He took the change, no longer dwelling on the ingredients for the soup, and simply asked again:

"What can you give me in return? I don't want to be an accomplice only to be filled with guilt for the rest of my life."

"My friend, you can have everything on me, all my clothes, and my corpse."

Kieran seemed to be making funeral arrangements, but it also sounded like he was discussing a product. "You know, in Seattle, corpses are a specialty product. I have the contact information for body collectors on my phone."

"After I die, you can sell me. The money will be enough for you to get through the winter."

[This companion still possesses the humanity of the Empire. The Empire needs such talent. Let's try to start with his family and awaken his will to live.]

[Bonus Reward: +20 Merit Points]

Guided by this advice, Logan tried again to persuade him: "Think about your family. What will they think if you die like this?"

"I've never met my father since I was born, and my mother died when she was 12 from a high-concentration drug experience. Only my sister is still alive," Kieran explained, his mood seemingly even more depressed.

"Yes, what about your sister?"

"She cut ties with me because I took the booster. I haven't contacted her for six years..." Kieran stared at the gray sky. "If she saw me, she would only tell me to hurry up and die."

[It seems this Astragalus soldier comes from an unhappy family; living in the Empire must be tough for him. Let him have the way he wants to die.]

Logan felt somewhat helpless; he increasingly felt that America was becoming more and more like the Warp.

This system is perfect for America...

"I'll go buy the raw materials right away."

Logan clutched his change, walked out of the alley, through the waterfall park, and found a leaf specialty store in Pioneer Square.

Upon entering, the strong smell of skunk leaves hit him, almost suffocating him.

In the past, he wouldn't have been able to step inside at all. The smell of marijuana always reminded him of a comrade who had been blown to pieces by a landmine, and that comrade was smoking marijuana at the time.

Fortunately, Khon's courage cured this fear to some extent.

Inside the pharmacy, several tables were set up, and a number of young white men were smoking e-cigarettes, filling the entire store with smoke.

Strangely, a tacit silence fell over the shop.

Logan kept fanning the air around his nose, trying to breathe in some purer air.

An overweight security guard stopped him and asked, "Please show me your identification."

"I?"

Logan gestured up and down his clothes. "Do you think I have any identification?"

The security guard recognized him as a homeless man: "Without identification, we can't prove you're over 21, so we can't sell you any products."

"Um?"

Logan scoffed, pointing at the group of young people. "You mean, all those high school students smoking e-cigarettes with leaf-like fillings are over 21?"

"Um……"

Seeing the security guard's slight panic, he knew he had guessed correctly, so he continued, "I think if the police knew what you were doing, they would be happy to come and extort money from you."

"Hey! Don't cause trouble!" The security guard had already reached for the spray bottle at his waist.

"Peter! Let him in!"

A voice interrupted the fat man's actions; it was the store manager, who had just come out of his office to inspect the store.

Logan nodded, expressing his approval of the security guard, who wouldn't overreact even in a situation where a fight was highly likely.

He then walked to the counter and said, "Give me the cheapest leaf powder."

The cashier hesitated for a moment and looked at the bearded manager.

"Give it to him." The bearded manager didn't stop him, but his eyes were fixed on Logan, his hands behind his back.

If there was any excessive behavior, he would draw his pistol and fire the judgment.

"1 gram, $20."

Logan counted out $20 from his change, placed it on the counter, and left the pharmacy with the small packet of leaf powder.

All the shop assistants and customers breathed a sigh of relief; they had all thought that this tall homeless man would try to rob them.

This kind of thing happens every week, and neither the police nor the gangs do much about it.

After leaving the house, Logan went to the supermarket, bought cheap rat poison and all-purpose cleaner, and then returned to the alley.

Kieran was still alive. He handed the vial of fentanyl to the other person as well: "Be careful when mixing them. Mixing these things together could cause a very violent reaction."

"it is good."

Logan took the fentanyl and rotated the syringe to examine it; it had a black "F" on it.

"The 'Hot-Blooded Lanny' logo; he's a low-level boss in the Blood Gang selling enhancement drugs, and someone who's been trying to recruit me."

He unscrewed the cap of the cleaning solution and poured in fentanyl, leaf powder, and rat poison in that order. Then he sprinkled in the powder from his last three ibuprofen capsules, and finally capped the bottle and shook it gently.

"What the hell!"

The contents of the bottle produced a large amount of yellow foam, which continued to overflow, while emitting a complex chemical odor, and the bottle gradually became hot.

He quickly covered his nose and handed over the bottle and syringe.

Kieran, however, seemed unfazed by the smell, even finding it somewhat enjoyable. He injected the nauseating liquid from the bottle into his body, then slumped against the wall and uttered his last words:

"Thank you, Logan. Promise me you won't touch the enhancer."

"I will, my friend."

Kieran began to get excited, his body trembled, and a sickly smile appeared on his face. This state lasted for less than a minute before he stopped moving, his eyes became unfocused, and he stopped breathing.

"A one-minute Nurgle gift, fucked America."

[Mission Completed: The End]

[The Astronaut comrade who had fallen into the wrong path ultimately chose the path of death, thus escaping the corruption of Nurgle.]

[Reward: +20 Merit Points]

[You have concocted enough Nurgle's sludge to kill a young Starbound soldier; this is a dangerous but groundbreaking attempt.]

[Grudge +1]

[Receive Nurgle's Blessing: Skeletal Correction]

[Skeletal Correction: Your skeletal structure will be restored to its healthiest state.]

The mechanical sound ended, as if some force had straightened Logan's bones, instantly curing the poor posture that had plagued his body for years, and an unprecedented feeling of comfort spread throughout his body.

I even felt like I had grown taller.

"Is this the power of the Compassionate and Benevolent Medicine Ancestor, the Merciful Father Who Accepts All Sins?"

"It's related to physical constitution! I desperately need this."

He summoned the control panel:

[Host: Logan]

[Rank: Recruit]

[Merit Points: 40]

【chaos

Khorne: 0 (like a green recruit who has never been on the battlefield)

Neggot: 2 (He looks much more energetic than before)

Slaanesh: 3 (Deeply afflicted by Slaanesh's curse)

Tzeentch: 2 (Although somewhat mentally unstable, he's quite amusing to outsiders)

"Now we roughly know the effects of Khorne and Nurgle; one is related to combat, and the other to physical constitution. I wonder what the effects of Slaanesh and Jaeger will be."

Thinking it over, he opened the merit exchange interface:

This is the logistics department of the Astral Army. You can use merit points to exchange for military supplies. The military supplies that can be exchanged for by new recruit ranks are as follows:

Second Heart: Used to enhance blood supply and adaptability to low-oxygen environments, and can also serve as a replacement when the main heart is damaged. It requires 500 merit points, and after redemption, it will be directly implanted into the body.

Monomolecular Combat Blade: A smaller version, more suitable for use by the Astronauts, easy to carry, reliable and durable. The blade of the monomolecular blade will not dull even after centuries. Requires 100 merit points and can be summoned and retrieved at any time.