America? No, it's the warp!

"Is it that serious? You were acting perfectly fine just now." The bearded man handed over a glass of water. "Here, have some water. No leaves added."

"Thank you." Logan took the glass of water, drank it all in one gulp, and then noticed that there seemed to be some liquid on his face.

He wiped it with his hand, but his hand came off with a handful of black, muddy substance.

"This can't be right! Although the original owner of this body hasn't showered in a long time, I already washed up using the fountain in the park this morning, so how could this happen!"

"After you took CBD, your face started sweating profusely. I thought there was something wrong with this bottle of CBD."

Logan looked around and saw that he was alright, so the employees continued processing the residue.

"sweat?"

Recalling the feeling just now, he realized that the black mud must have been the filth expelled from their faces, which these people mistook for sweat.

"What a strange effect."

"It really hurt a lot, but it's much better now. Thanks to your CBD, otherwise I would have been in excruciating pain today. Thank you for your CBD. If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

Logan ignored the mud on his face and just wanted to leave as soon as possible to wash his face in the waterfall garden and see what was wrong with it.

The bearded man breathed a sigh of relief; he couldn't accept the second person dying in the shop today.

Even though the store was robbed, it still has to keep operating. If one security guard dies, they have to find another one.

And the sooner the better, so that the sooner they can resume business, the sooner they can recoup their losses.

The new security guard needs to have professional skills; we can't just find any fat guy to intimidate people anymore. Ideally, he should be someone who knows a lot about firearms.

Then you can subdue homeless people, drug addicts, thugs, and the like with your bare hands.

Thinking about this, the bearded man suddenly realized:

Wouldn't veterans be perfect candidates?

He looked at the homeless man in front of him, who claimed to be a veteran, and felt a surge of desire:

"Wait a minute, there's something else. Do you need a job?"

Logan stopped in his tracks. He really needed to; he had been thinking about finding a job while collecting free food earlier that day.

"I do need a job. Do you have any openings?" he asked.

"Of course, one of the security guards was just shot dead..."

"etc!"

Logan raised his hand to interrupt the bearded man, "If it's a security guard, then I don't need him. He might die today, but I could be the one dying tomorrow."

He would never do a job that might result in him being shot until he was physically able to withstand bullets.

"No! It'll be safe here for the next few months. The Crippled Gang robbed my shop, but the Blood Gang promised to set up locations selling enhancement drugs around my shop for the next three months. The police also said they'll increase patrols in the area for the next three months, but the price is half the amount stolen..."

The bearded man kept explaining the situation behind his shop, hoping to keep this security guard who had been handed to him.

"That's not a bad idea. With police and gang members patrolling around the shop, the danger is greatly reduced. Besides, this place has already been robbed once; no one in their right mind would come back to rob it a second time. We can definitely keep going, make some money, and then see what happens when a better option comes along."

"In that case, I can work here too, but let me make this clear first: I don't like the smell of leaves, so I want to work outside the shop."

Logan accepted the offer, but also set his own conditions.

"That's no problem at all. It's safer to check customers' identities outside the store. I'll go prepare the contract now. Please wait here for a moment." The bearded man got up to leave.

"Um... do you have a place to wash up here? I'd like to wash my face." Having these things stuck to his face was disgusting, and he wanted to get them off as soon as possible.

"To the left of the counter is the staff break room, where there's a shower room with disposable toiletries. You can take a shower, then change into the work clothes and try on the size. Claire, take him there."

"Come with me."

The cashier put down her broom, led Logan to the shower room in the break room, and instructed him:

"The fourth cabinet in the second row is unused, you can put your things in there. Extra work clothes can be put in the fifth cabinet in the first row."

After saying that, she left the lounge to continue dealing with the mess in the store.

Logan picked up a medium-sized work uniform, went into the bathroom, locked the door, found his toiletries, adjusted the water temperature, and enjoyed a long-awaited hot shower.

"Ah~~"

He hummed softly in comfort; this body hadn't had a hot bath in almost a year.

The hot water flowed over every inch of the skin, drawing out and eliminating all the coldness lurking in the body, and also taking away the dirt that had covered the skin for months.

At that moment, he finally found his true self.

Several tens of minutes later, he walked out of the bathroom wearing his work clothes, and put his previous clothes into the empty cabinet.

Logan stood in front of the mirror and only then realized the effect of that small Slaanesh value.

His face was flawless; all the wrinkles, acne, moles, scars, and other imperfections had disappeared.

At 22, he regained the face of an 18-year-old.

Your Majesty is gentle and joyful!

Slaanesh's power! Rejuvenation!

Logan walked out of the lounge, and Claire, who was sweeping up the debris, was the first to see him:

"Holy shit! Who are you! What are you doing in our break room! Why are you wearing our uniforms!"

She preferred to believe that a person had appeared out of nowhere in the lounge rather than that it was the same homeless man from before.

"Um... I'm that homeless man from earlier..." Logan said with a hint of helplessness.

"What the hell...!"

"God..."

"impossible……"

The shop assistants all stopped what they were doing, some staring wide-eyed, others covering their mouths, and Claire stood there stunned in disbelief.

The bearded manager, being a straight man, secretly admired the man's handsome face.

To be fair, the original owner's face, which had been upgraded by Slaanesh, was indeed very handsome.

But this is not a good thing for Logan, a homeless man, as many heartless people don't care about men or women.

Before he can protect himself, this face will only cause him trouble. He must improve Khorne and Nurgle as soon as possible and put Slaanesh aside for now.

Logan awkwardly weaved through the clerks' stares and said to the bearded man, "Let's go, manager, let's go look at the contract."

The two men entered the office, and before closing the door, the bearded man whispered to the outside:

"Stop staring at him. You'll have plenty of time to have in-depth conversations with him later."

After closing the door, the manager first extended his right hand to introduce himself: "My name is Henry Mason, and I am the manager of this leaf specialty store."

"My name is Logan Stark. I'm a veteran, an unemployed homeless man," Logan said, shaking hands.

"Identity doesn't matter. Becoming homeless is the norm for Americans. Anyone can become homeless."

Henry pulled a contract from his desk drawer: "Here, take a look."

Logan took the contract and began to read it carefully:

"Emerald Leaf Specialty Store Employee Contract"

"Position applied for: Night shift security guard"

Working hours: 7 days a week, from 4 pm to 12 am every day.

Trial period: one month

Hourly wage: 20

"Probation period benefits: two sets of work clothes, free meals during working hours."

……

Logan put the contract aside; he only cared about one thing:

"Isn't this salary a bit low?"