I searched and fought in America.

From a distance, a detached bungalow surrounded by a black iron fence stood on the street corner. A hint of relief flashed in Rosen's eyes as he strode forward.

As the key was inserted into the lock, the heavy gate was pulled open.

The yard was quiet; the old pickup truck wasn't there, and Uncle Kane hadn't returned yet.

Rosen locked the fence behind him, pushed open the door and entered the house. Without lingering in the living room, he went straight to the secret door leading to the underground.

Descending the narrow staircase to the basement, and closing the heavy blast-proof iron door, Rosen finally let out a long breath, his tense muscles relaxing.

[Player detected arriving at the shelter.]

[Shelter Function: Activated.]

Accompanied by mechanical beeping, several futuristic-looking silver-white instruments appeared out of thin air in the corner of the previously empty basement, and a bright flat panel light bulb appeared in the sky, illuminating the simple basement.

Rosen plopped down on the system-configured bed and took out the green treasure chest that had dropped after killing Lukakul from his backpack.

Tap to turn on.

As the light faded, two items floated silently in front of them: five rolls of white bandages, a black gun barrel that glowed with blue light, and 2 Kazakhstani rupees.

[Item: Bloodfang's Custom-Made Barrel]

[Quality: Blue]

[Capacity: 10]

[Effect: Range +10%, stability slightly improved.]

[Value: 10000 Kazakhstani Credits]

【Item: Military Bandages (x5)】

[Quality: White]

[Capacity: 1 (single roll)]

[Effect: Restores 10% of health and removes mild bleeding status upon use.]

[Estimated value: 500 Kazakhstani kroner]

Rosen skillfully removed the old barrel from the pistol and installed the new barrel, named "Bloodfang."

But this expensive blue equipment didn't even catch his eye.

Instead, his gaze was fixed on the rolls of white bandages, his eyes revealing an undisguised joy.

In this damned country, these five medical items are the real holy relics!

Rosen is a time traveler who lived in a peaceful and prosperous country in his previous life. Although he was an orphan, he grew up peacefully until he was 23 years old when he was taken away by a dump truck.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in the body of a 14-year-old homeless Chinese orphan. Before he could even adjust to the situation, a terrorist attack occurred before his eyes. A madman suddenly opened fire indiscriminately on a busy street with an assault rifle.

Seven or eight people died in the attack, and more than a dozen were seriously injured. In this broken country, being injured means huge medical expenses, which is no different from death.

Although he survived by sheer luck, that afternoon shattered his naiveté completely.

This is America, this is chaotic Texas, where death is cheaper than breathing.

If Uncle Kane hadn't found him, he would have died in some ditch long ago.

Kane is a retired military officer and an eccentric. In this quagmire where everyone is addicted to boosters and painkillers, he refuses to touch any chemical drugs, except for his addiction to alcohol.

But Uncle Kane also seemed to be different from ordinary people. He had a very peculiar psychological quirk, spending his days in pubs and numbing his senses with alcohol.

All the household expenses were covered by Lawson's part-time jobs, which he worked day and night for the past few years.

Fortunately, although Kane was an alcoholic, he was a top-notch instructor.

Five years of grueling training, from close combat to firearms proficiency, have given Rosen a level of combat skill that would humiliate most active-duty professional soldiers.

Despite his martial arts skills, Rosen still lived a life of constant anxiety.

Until seven days ago, that voice rang in his ears:

"Ding, the search, attack, and withdrawal system has been successfully bound."

His cheat ability appeared four years after he traveled through time, just when he thought he wouldn't have one.

This system differs from those simple, brutal systems that make people invincible; it "gamifies" the world.

The real world is divided into maps.

One type is a "real-time map," like the gang shootout we just experienced, or the gunfight between police and criminals, or even a war between nations. As long as it's chaotic enough, that area can become a real-time map.

Treasure chests will randomly generate on the map, and the people inside will become NPCs. As time goes by, more treasure chests and bosses may suddenly appear, making the rewards highly uncertain.

Another type is the [fixed map], which is usually located in special areas such as military bases and secret hospitals.

These types of maps can be repeatedly entered to farm resources until the terrain is completely destroyed, but he hasn't found any yet.

Gamification naturally has its own unique aspects. In reality, a bandage is just a piece of cloth that can only stop bleeding and cannot save lives, but in the system's judgment, this thing is a "recovery potion".

Whether you have a cold and fever or internal organ rupture, as long as you don't die on the spot, a single bandage will forcefully treat 10% of your injuries.

In reality, this thing would be a divine object!

Rosen took a deep breath and solemnly stored the five rolls of bandages into his system inventory.

The system backpack originally had a base capacity of only 150 slots, but he had previously obtained a Level 1 Tactical Backpack, which provided an additional 100 slots, so he now had 250 slots of storage space.

Looking at the neatly arranged supplies in his backpack, Rosen's anxiety lessened slightly.

In this cannibalistic world, only tangible things can bring him a sense of real security.

Rosen looked at the corner of his system backpack, where a scroll lay, emitting a red glow!

In the system's rating system, white represents flat items, green represents rare items, blue represents exquisite items, purple represents epic items, orange represents legendary items, and red represents mythical items.

As for gold, it only exists in certain top-tier dungeons; at least, it's not mentioned in the information inherited from the system.

The highest-level item Rosen has ever obtained is the blue skill [Battlefield Intuition], which he was rewarded with by the system the first time he opened a treasure chest.

Rosen swallowed hard, his breathing becoming heavy. He hadn't expected the system to reward him with something like this. His hands trembled slightly as he took out the scroll.

[Item: Delta Force Veteran Experience Pack]

[Quality: Red (Mythical)]

[Effect: After fusion, you will inherit everything from a top Delta Force soldier. You are the king of soldiers!]

[Value: 20000000 Kazakhstani Credits]

Twenty million.

Rosen felt his throat go dry; that much money was enough to buy his life.

Delta? Is it the one in reality, or the one in the game? If it's the latter, then it's basically a Gundam in human skin!

Without the slightest hesitation, he abruptly tore open the seal on the reel.

The scroll transformed into a beam of red light and entered his brow.

Rosen groaned and froze on the spot.

Before he could react, a vast amount of memories flooded into his mind.

Countless life-and-death battles on the battlefield and countless terrifying combat experiences honed through experience have been incorporated into his mind.

Immediately afterwards, he felt waves of heat and tingling sensation throughout his body, and his slightly stiff, blocky muscles, which he had built up through his own efforts, shrank considerably.

However, it adds a touch of explosiveness and streamlinedness. Rosen already has a large frame, and the change in muscles makes him look even more aesthetically pleasing.

A few seconds later, Rosen slowly exhaled a breath of stale air. He clenched his fist, feeling the surging power within his body.

At that moment, he felt like he could kill a bull with one punch!

Sure enough, this special forces unit refers to Delta Force from a certain game!

His current individual strength, placed in this country, no, looking at the whole world, makes him an undisputed uncrowned king!

At this point, the gains from this operation have been fully realized.

Rosen stood up, suddenly feeling a surge of confidence; paying off the loan was no longer a difficult task!

He stretched his neck and walked to the dedicated computer desk in the corner.

The screen lights up, displaying the unlock screen for the [Exchange].

[Unlock Requirements: Military-grade encryption chip x1, high-energy polymer battery x2, 50000 Kazakhstani coins]

Since he had only just awakened the system, many facilities were not yet unlocked, such as the work station, the special operations department, and the instance bureau.

These things need to be unlocked in order, and the first one to be unlocked is the exchange.

As for money, he currently has 4 Kazabethan coins, 2 of which came from the previous two maps. After opening a few more maps, he should have no problem. But he had never even heard of those two materials.

In that case, it seems we need to find an intelligence professional to handle this.

Rosen opened the channel, which was the only function he could use at the moment, and there were only these two avatars in the entire channel.

There is a "Director", who is the exclusive operator responsible for issuing him tasks. The first task he issues is to unlock the exchange.

Another one is the "black market merchant," who can exchange Hasa coins for information, but most of it is related to dungeons or items!

Rosen: "How do I obtain military-grade encryption chips and high-energy polymer batteries?"

Black market trader: "5000 Kazakhstani dollars."

"Damn, that's really unfair!" Rosen cursed under his breath, but still chose to make the exchange.

Black market dealer: "You can find this kind of high-end stuff in real-time maps of police-criminal conflicts or fixed maps like 'High-Tech Labs'."

Rosen closed the dialog box and brought up the system's detection radar, which could display a map of the entire area within a 10-kilometer radius.

However, there were no red dots on the radar at this time.

Rosen sighed and turned off the small radar.

Just then, the sound of an iron fence being violently pushed open came from the yard, followed by the dull thud of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Rosen's eyes narrowed, his right hand instinctively resting on the gun handle, and he silently walked out of the basement.

Pushing open the gate, a person was lying on the cement ground in the yard.

His clothes were disheveled, his chest and breasts were exposed, and he reeked of cheap liquor.

It's Kane.

Rosen loosened his grip on the gun, the murderous intent in his eyes dissipating, replaced by helplessness.

He stepped forward, grabbed Kane's arm, and tried to lift him off the ground.

"How did you get yourself into this terrible state again? If you keep drinking like this, your liver..."

Before he could finish speaking, a sudden change occurred.

Kane suddenly opened his eyes, his eyeballs bloodshot.

He grabbed Rosen's wrist with an unusually strong grip, so tightly that even Rosen, with his current physical condition, felt a bit of pain in his hand.

"roar…"

Kane let out a beast-like growl, sat up abruptly, and stared at Rosen with unfocused eyes, filled only with murderous intent and madness.

"Rosen...I want to kill someone..."

Kane's voice trembled, and saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth.

"I have such a strong urge to kill someone! I can't hold back anymore!!"

Rosen was startled and was about to retaliate and subdue his opponent.

The next second, the burly man suddenly let go, clutched his head, squatted on the ground, curled up into a ball, and let out a whimper:

"What should I do... Rosen... I can't hold back anymore..."