America? No, it's the warp!

[Blessed by Tzeentch: Mental Stability]

[Mental stability: Mental illness has subsided, and memories have returned to their proper place.]

The power of the Wise Dao Lord, Miao Shan, was not as obvious and powerful as that of Khorne and Nurgle. Logan felt that his brain was no longer chaotic and disordered, and those Warhammer-related terms were no longer mixed in with his memories.

In other words, the original owner's brain damage, coupled with the early signs of schizophrenia caused by his addiction to Warhammer games, was cured by Tzeentch.

He kept his eyes closed for a long time, savoring the purity of his thoughts, memories, and cognition.

From now on, he will no longer be a mental patient and can go find a normal job.

He opened his eyes, took out his phone again, found the name "Pioneer Square Corpse Collector" in his contacts, and called him.

"What's up, bro? What would you like?"

Logan felt uneasy about the thick Black accent across from him. He wasn't prejudiced against Black people, but he felt that Black people were associated with instability.

"Um... are you a corpse collector?" he asked tentatively.

"Ah... Ye! Bro! We're the corpse collectors of Pioneer Square. We collect all kinds of corpses! Those who died from overdoses, froze to death, were shot... Basically, we collect any corpse, as long as it's a human corpse. If you dare try to fool me with a coyote's carcass, I'll come knocking on your door and let my rifle butt kiss your face, understand? Now tell me where you are, and I'll come collect the body right now!"

……

"Is he from a gang?"

"I remember Sean, that bald black guy, saying that all the corpses in Pioneer Square belong to the Blood Gang. The black guy on the other end of the phone must be someone from the Blood Gang."

"But it doesn't matter, it's all the same who the body is sold to. They can't just not pay a penny, can they?"

"I'm in the third alley on the north side of the waterfall park."

After hanging up the phone, Logan had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but ultimately judged it to be prejudice against Black people.

After confirming that Kieran had nothing left, he opened the panel and waited for someone to arrive.

He summoned the control panel:

[Host: Logan]

[Rank: Recruit]

[Merit Points: 60]

【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: 3 (The disordered memories have stabilized)

"Tzeentch is clearly related to something spiritual. We don't yet know Slaanesh's role, but Khorne and Nurgle are the two stats we most need to improve. One will give me enough self-defense on the streets, and the other will improve my physical constitution."

"It seems the method of completing the mission determines which stat is boosted. If we used violence to suppress Jonah and Sean, those two black guys, the boost would be Khorne. But if we left half a bottle of the enhancement cocktail and poured it on them, the boost would be Nurgle."

"And what about Slaanesh? ...I'll try it on a beautiful woman when I get the chance..."

As for merit points, they are awarded with each mission, so don't worry about them too much.

The Blood Gang members acted swiftly; a dozen minutes later, an old Mitsubishi pulled up on the other side of the alley.

Several black men wearing red headscarves and with the word "BK" painted on their clothes squeezed off the bus and into the alley. The one in the lead had a large "F" on his clothes.

"Hey bro! Are you here to sell a corpse?" the leader asked.

Logan pointed at Kieran: "Yes, it's me, and this is the body."

"Very good, you know to call us to handle the body. Let me check the condition of this body first." The leader didn't examine Logan closely, but began to examine Kieran as he got closer.

"Kieran? Isn't that Kiran? He still owes me money for one shipment!"

At a glance, the leader recognized the man who had borrowed a fentanyl from him just a few hours earlier.

"Holy crap! No wonder I had a bad feeling! That idiot Kieran! He borrowed fentanyl from the Bloods! How come the 'corpse collector' number he saved is still the Bloods'?!"

Logan was speechless. He looked at the leader's face and realized that the one who came to collect the body was none other than Fiery Lenny.

"I've met the real target! Isn't this like walking into a trap!"

"But, upon closer reflection, they have no idea that they know Kieran owes them money; all they need to do is pretend they don't."

"He did die after taking some strong drugs, but I didn't know he owed you money," he lied without batting an eye.

Lanny slowly stood up and shook his head: "That's not important. One thing at a time, bro. We'll deduct the money he owes from the money from selling the corpse. You'll still get the rest of the money. This is a reward for notifying us."

"Another smart Black guy. I thought he'd be as popular as the rumors suggested."

"Come on, tell me more about this corpse..."

Lenny looked at Logan's face and froze. "Hey! It's you! Logan! Long time no see!"

"Hmm...long time no see? Lenny?"

Logan was puzzled. In the original owner's memory, he had only met Lenny on the street and they weren't very familiar with each other. Why was the other party acting like he was seeing an old friend he hadn't seen for many years?

"How have you been lately? Have you decided whether or not to join our Blood Gang?" Lanny didn't notice his question.

Although it was rare for a white person to join the Bloods, both Lenny and the other black people present considered it a common occurrence.

Of all the people present, only Logan, who had been invited, didn't know why he had been invited.

"Hmm...the Bloods probably don't usually invite white people, right?" he asked.

Lenny suddenly widened his eyes in surprise and exclaimed, "Holy shit! You actually said something normal, instead of something like 'This is against the Emperor's principles'!"

"Ah... my mental state has improved recently, and I can distinguish between games and reality now," Logan explained sheepishly.

In my memory, every time the original owner met Lanny, she said something similar.

"This is fantastic news!" Lanny nodded thoughtfully, then explained, "My boss specifically instructed me to recruit you. I don't know the exact reason, but anyway, do you have any plans to join?"

"Boss? When did the original owner have a relationship with a Blood Gang leader? But none of that matters, I don't want to risk my life."

"Let's forget it. I've had enough of living like this," Logan politely declined.

Lanny didn't react much, only nodding slightly: "As expected. In that case, let's continue discussing the value of this corpse."

"He clearly died from some unknown liquid. Such a body has certain pathological research value. I can forgo this job, but the underlings who came with me will have to share some of the money. They also have to hand over a cut every time they collect a body, and the cost of fentanyl will be deducted. So, I can only offer $200 for this body."

Logan nodded; the price was lower than expected, but still acceptable.

"Deal made. We can't let you lose money."

The two men bumped fists, and Lanny told his underlings to carry the body into the car. He then pulled out a wad of dollars, counted out 200, and handed it over.

Logan took the dollars, counted them again, and stuffed them into his thick coat pocket. Then he asked another question:

"Have you always been the corpse collectors of Pioneer Square?"

He didn't quite believe Kieran would be stupid enough to keep the Bloods' body collection phone number.

"No, a while ago my boss reached an agreement with a Chinese body collector. We'll help him collect bodies, and he'll give us a higher price. It's convenient for both of us, so he gave us his phone number."

After saying his goodbyes, Lanny left with his underlings.

"A Chinese-American corpse collector? That name sounds familiar, like some internet celebrity from a past life."

Logan shook his head. The original owner had suffered an accident on the battlefield, resulting in some brain damage. Even though Tzeentch's power resolved the schizophrenia issue, some memory loss due to the brain damage still remained.

"hiss……"

His headache started again. He took out the bottle of painkillers, only to find it was empty. The last three pills had been used to make the "Nu Gu Tang" (a traditional Chinese medicine formula).

[Quest Reward: Slaanesh's Curse]

You suffered lasting side effects from a war. Each time these effects flare up, you have to take large amounts of painkillers, which has put you under some kind of Slaanesh curse. Now the effects have flared up again. Deal with it temporarily and don't let it affect your combat.

[Reward: +20 Merit Points]