I searched and fought in America.

The system notification sounded again, but Rosen was stunned when he heard the message.

[Ding! Congratulations on recruiting the Bronze-tier hero: Zilean.]

[Reward: 1 permanent land deed for a 50-acre farm]

[Farm location: East suburbs of Houston, at the intersection of Grant Road and Highway 47]

Current status: Idle (can be activated at any time)

Rosen stood there, his eyes fixed on the words, not looking away for a long time.

50 acres.

Perpetual farm title.

He took a deep breath, clicked on the details, and looked at the location again.

Located in the eastern suburbs of Houston, at the intersection of Grant Road and Highway 47, it's not too far, only about a 40-minute drive away. There aren't many factories or commercial areas around, just farmland and wasteland.

The more he looked, the brighter his eyes became.

In this chaotic world, what is most important?

People, and places.

He already has the men: Caesar, Wang Ling, Gabak, and those who are training.

But—

He has always lacked a piece of land that truly belongs to him.

That dilapidated bungalow doesn't count, it was rented. The Iron Claw Recycling Company doesn't count either, it was rented. The Iron Claw Environmental Protection Company doesn't count either, it was rented too.

But 50 acres of land is a real asset.

With this land, he can grow his own food and raise his own livestock, and no longer have to worry about prices skyrocketing or supply chains breaking down, leaving him unable to even afford food.

With this land, he can build training grounds, warehouses, and secret laboratories.

Things that need to be kept secret and not known to others can be done on this land.

With this land, he could even build a church and a meeting place, so that when the number of believers grew, he would have a true base of his own.

In the chaotic ancient times of Dongda University, 50 acres of land, plus dozens of people, would be considered a small local warlord.

Rosen's fingers gently stroked the parchment deed that had appeared out of nowhere, and he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

He looked up at the man in front of him who had just been feeling uneasy.

Kilan.

This sickly, down-on-his-luck photographer had brought him such a big surprise.

A thought crossed my mind.

A data panel appeared before his eyes.

Name: Kiran

[Identity]: Outer member of the Iron Claw Gang

[Strength]: 31 (Underdog)

[Strategy]: 73 (Intermediate)

[Exclusive Attribute - Promotion]: 85 (Advanced)

[Special Expertise]: Traffic Hunter

[Effect 1]: It can accurately grasp market hotspots and predict content dissemination trends.

[Effect 2]: It enables precise insight into the psychology of the audience and the design of highly resonant content.

【Skill】:

Photography: Senior

Marketing: Senior

Video Production: Senior

Editing: Intermediate

[Evaluation]: Junior employee at Samsung (but considered top-tier in advertising and marketing).

After reading it, Rosen silently gave the system a thumbs up in his mind.

Samsung's talent pool is among the best in the field of publicity.

Isn't this the propaganda minister he's always dreamed of?

The Iron Claw Gang is still small now and doesn't need a dedicated department, but what about in the future? As the number of followers increases and their influence grows, there will eventually be someone to manage these matters.

Kieran is the most suitable candidate.

Just as Rosen was about to say something, Kieran's expression suddenly changed.

His body began to tremble violently, his hands gripped the edge of the table tightly, veins bulging, and the next second, he tumbled off the chair, crashing into the wine bottle and glass next to him with a loud bang.

"Kieran?!"

Rosen suddenly stood up.

Kieran lay on the ground, his eyes rolled back, his whole body convulsing, his limbs kicking uncontrollably, and he made "hoarse" sounds as if something was choking him.

But he was still conscious.

He strained his right hand to reach into his sleeve, where it was bulging as if something was hidden inside.

Methylprednisolone.

That was the medicine he had to take every time his illness flared up.

But at this moment, his hands were completely out of his control, trembling so much that he couldn't hold anything at all.

His vision began to blur, and the world before him became a chaotic mess, with only that familiar, death-like sense of despair slowly creeping up on him.

Again.

Is it going to be like this again?

He felt as if he were sinking into a bottomless black sea, unable to grasp anything around him.

Right here—

A beam of light appeared before his eyes.

The light was gentle and not glaring, like the morning sun shining through the window onto you.

Immediately afterwards, a warm current flowed into his body.

The warm current started from the top of his head and flowed slowly down his neck, chest, and limbs.

Wherever I went, the stiffness, pain, and numbness gradually subsided.

Kieran's convulsions gradually subsided.

But his condition did not completely improve; the feeling of being on the verge of death was still there, only temporarily suppressed by the warm current.

Then, he felt someone lift his head and feed him something.

It's a liquid, a little cool, and a little bitter.

But after swallowing it, a miracle happened.

The suffocating feeling that had been plaguing him and making it hard for him to breathe disappeared.

Kieran lay on the ground, panting heavily.

After a long while, he managed to sit up with difficulty.

He raised his head and looked at the person in front of him.

Rosen was squatting in front of him, holding a small bottle in his hand, the very bottle of methylprednisolone he had hidden in his sleeve.

"Looks like I wasn't wrong." Rosen looked at him, a hint of teasing in his voice. "You wanted to take this, didn't you?"

Kieran opened his mouth, as if to say something, but couldn't utter a word.

He simply nodded.

Rosen placed the medicine bottle on the table and looked at him.

There was no disdain or impatience in his eyes, only a complex emotion that Kieran couldn't quite put his finger on.

Like worry.

It's a pity.

"How long have you had this illness..." Rosen began, "?"

Kieran lowered his head, his voice hoarse:

"It's been three years."

"Will it always be like this?"

"...Yes, it's getting worse. At first it was okay, some medicine could suppress it, but later...like just now, it could flare up at any time. When it flares up, sometimes it subsides, sometimes..."

He didn't continue.

But Rosen understood what he meant.

Sometimes, you just can't get over it.

Kieran lowered his head, not daring to look at Rosen.

He knew how frightening he looked just now, and he also knew that no one would want to hire a sickly person who could collapse at any moment.

The Father took him in because he didn't know he had this illness.

Now that he knew, he gritted his teeth, a bitter feeling welling up inside him.

Is hope about to be shattered just as it appeared?

"Father..." his voice was low, "I'm sorry, I..."

"Stop talking."

Rosen interrupted him.

Kieran looked up and saw Rosen looking at him, his eyes showing no disappointment or disdain.

"I'm asking you," Rosen said, "do you want to get rid of this disease completely?"

Kieran was stunned.

Completely get rid of it?

This disease is incurable. The doctor told him long ago that multiple sclerosis is incurable, it can only be managed. If it's managed well, he can live a few more years; if it's not managed well, then...

"Father," his voice trembled slightly, "are you serious?"

Rosen did not answer.

He simply stood up and walked over to Kieran.

"I have a way," he said. "Maybe it can stop you from suffering from this disease, maybe it can allow you to live like a normal person."

He paused:

"But I'm not sure if it will work, I can only say, give it a try."

Kieran's breathing became rapid.

Try?

Is there a chance if you try?

"Father!" he almost shouted, "Try it all! I was given this life by chance, try whatever you want!"

Rosen looked at him, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"it is good."

He took something out of his pocket.

It was a white first aid kit with a red cross printed on it. It wasn't big; you could hold it with one hand.

Kieran looked at the first aid kit, wondering what the Father was going to do.

Rosen placed the first aid kit in front of Kiran.

Then a thought occurred to me.

[Use: Standard First Aid Kit]

[Target: Kieran]

【confirm】

The next second, the first aid kit disappeared before Kieran's eyes.

Kieran stared wide-eyed. How could he just vanish into thin air like that?

Before he could react, an unprecedented feeling surged through his body.

He had never experienced that feeling in the past three years.

light.

It's too light.

He always felt like his body was filled with lead, and every step he took was tiring. Every morning when he woke up, all his joints felt like they were rusted, and it took him a long time to move around before they could barely function normally.

But now—

He didn't feel any heaviness.

He felt no pain.

It's like going back to before I got sick, like that healthy, energetic version of myself has returned.

Kieran slowly stood up.

He looked at his hands, those hands that usually trembled slightly, but now they were steady and motionless.

He took a deep breath, and the air entered his lungs smoothly without any pressure or suffocation.

Kieran's eyes reddened.

He looked up at Rosen.

In his eyes, there was horror, shock, and something he had never seen before.

He had heard of the Iron Claws' doctrines and that their followers claimed the Father was "the incarnation of God," but in his view, it was nothing unusual for every sect to exaggerate the status of its leader.

He believed in God, but only in a half-believing, half-doubting way.

But now, there's that first-aid kit that vanished into thin air, and this body that has suddenly regained its health.

Kieran's knees buckled, and he knelt down.

"Father..." His voice trembled, "You...you really are..."

"Alright."

Rosen grabbed him and prevented him from kneeling down.

He looked into Kieran's eyes:

"No need for further words."

Kieran opened his mouth, as if to say something, but Rosen cut him off:

"What you need to do now is help me. I need you."

He paused:

"I'm going to give a public speech at the city hall tomorrow, and I hope that before that, you can create a video that has the potential to go viral and post it on my account. I want to take advantage of the city hall's publicity to quickly make my personal account known to more people."

He looked into Kieran's eyes:

"Time is tight, the task is heavy, can you handle it?"

Kieran paused for a second.

Then he took a deep breath and nodded heavily.

"It can be done."

His voice carried an unprecedented firmness.

Rosen smiled.

He patted Kieran on the shoulder:

"Then let's not just stand there, let's start now."

He turned and walked towards the door, but after taking two steps, he stopped and looked back.

"By the way, we need to get someone to clean up this house later. People from the Iron Claw Gang shouldn't be living in places like this."

Kieran stood there, watching the figure disappear through the doorway.

After a long time, he lowered his head and looked at his hands, which were no longer trembling.

Her eyes welled up with tears again.