I'm building Gundams in America

Something warm and slippery kept brushing against my cheeks.

There was also the sound of rapid breathing.

A strange, foul odor mixed with a sweet, fishy smell entered my nostrils.

My head hurts so much, what's wrong with me?

Wayne felt a bone-chilling cold.

cold.

It was so cold it felt like I'd been thrown into an ice cellar.

He forced his eyes open and saw a gray tent fabric and a dim yellow light hanging from the top of the tent. Next to it was a black and yellow mixed-breed dog. The slippery thing he had just seen must have been the dog's tongue.

Seeing that Wayne was awake, the puppy wagged its tail happily and circled around, making "woof woof" sounds.

This is where?

Hospital?

Why is there another dog?

He vaguely remembered that before he lost consciousness, he was arresting a criminal. There was a flash of light in the criminal's hand, and then he remembered nothing more.

Are Captain Liu and Mengzi alright? Are they injured?

This stench smells a bit like pockmarks. Did they put it in the evidence room...?

As Wayne pondered this, he forced himself to sit up and immediately noticed something was wrong.

He was in a dilapidated tent, sitting on a dirty blanket, but it did nothing to block out the icy chill from the ground.

The next instant, a severe headache struck, and a surge of violent information flooded his brain.

Bruce Wayne, 23, former American sitcom child star, divorced three times, bankrupt, homeless, depressed, suffering from a cold, on the verge of death...

Wayne sat up abruptly.

He time-traveled!?

He transmigrated into the body of an American homeless man also named Wayne!

Fortunately, this guy also has the surname Wei, and his given name is the same as in his previous life.

What pleased Wayne the most was that although this guy died of illness as a homeless person, he had never used any enhancement agents.

This is a non-toxic body.

At the same time, he suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a geometric pattern on the ground of the tent, forming a pattern similar to an altar, and he was sitting in the very center.

What is this?

"Cough cough..." Wayne coughed violently, feeling as if his lungs were about to be coughed out.

Even after being reborn, his flu was not cured, and his body was extremely weak, still in danger of dying again at any time.

We can't just sit here and wait to die; we need to find some medicine and food as soon as possible...

A foul odor suddenly wafted from under a blanket beside him. Wayne struggled to his feet, walked to the blanket, and forcefully pulled it off.

An old white man with gray hair and loose skin was lying below, barely breathing. Several syringes and burning leaf ashes were scattered around him.

The moment the old white man saw Wayne, his pupils contracted sharply, and he said in a trembling voice:

"Bondiye...you...you're still alive...how is this possible? I sacrificed you to the god of voodoo...I was wrong, I was wrong from the very beginning...God, forgive me, this sinner...I just wanted to live...I destroyed my own honor with my own hands..."

Wayne frowned and said:

"What's Bondi? Cough cough... Where is this place?"

The old white man was crying uncontrollably, his eyes glazed over. He seemed not to have heard Wayne's words at all, and continued talking to himself:

"I was once a soldier defending my country, I fought for honor, I was wounded for America in the Middle East... Only painkillers could calm me down... I lost control of myself, I let the devil destroy me... My wife, my daughter... They left me... I lost my house, I lost everything... Damn it! I was wounded for this country, how could they do this..."

"Voodoo... voodoo didn't save me... Bondiye didn't come... it's all my fault, I'm a sinner... it's all my fault... Lord..."

Just then, the old white man suddenly grabbed Wayne's hand, shoved a USB drive into his hand, his bloodshot eyes wide open, and said in a trembling voice:

"Find my daughter Ellie, give her this, and she'll reward you... Be careful, they're looking for you, they want you!"

After uttering his last words, his body suddenly convulsed, then his eyes became glazed, his pupils dilated, and he remained motionless.

died.

From the other person's fragmented words, Wayne quickly summarized the situation: a wounded soldier who joined the army, was injured in battle, became addicted to painkillers and started taking enhancement drugs, went bankrupt, lost his wife and children, believed in voodoo and messed around, and eventually sucked himself to death.

A typical path to killing an older white American man.

Just then, a strange mechanical voice suddenly rang in Wayne's mind:

[Starting scan of surrounding environment... Goblin Streets confirmed... Cathedral Catacombs confirmed... Ghoul Lair confirmed... Dark Codex in Human Skin confirmed... Ratman Thieves confirmed... Fallen Knight confirmed... Vampire Camarilla confirmed... Environment confirmed as Demon Realm Dungeon, meets system loading requirements, starting loading...]

The magnificent demonic dungeon is ruled by the golden demon king of the Dark Court. Countless lives weep and wail under his trampling. Great adventurer, embark on your challenge, shatter the deep white demon's lair, defeat the demon king, and you will be reborn in the crimson of the fallen demonic dungeon!

Main Quest: Defeat the Demon King and destroy the Demon Realm dungeon.

Wayne felt a chilling sensation envelop him instantly, as if something had merged into his body.

An adventurer awakens from his slumber and embarks on a dungeon adventure with his battle pet, examining the corpse of a corrupted voodoo orc—perhaps there will be unexpected discoveries.

The mechanical voice sounded again, but this time it was a notification.

This is... a system? And a dungeon adventure system at that?

Although Wayne wasn't a seasoned gamer, he had learned about dungeon settings from various games, novels, and anime in his previous life. He never expected that the system would directly assume that America was a brutal and dark demonic dungeon.

With this system, my rebirth wasn't in vain.

Remembering the prompt he had just received, he immediately bent down and grabbed the corpse's clothes, intending to search through them.

The instant he touched it, a glowing, semi-transparent panel suddenly appeared before his eyes, on which were written:

[You have accepted Old John's dying wish. Side quest: Deliver a letter to Old John's daughter. Reward unknown.]

You searched Old John's body. Poor Old John, after retiring from the demon legion, was separated from his wife and children and became a fallen wanderer. He practiced incomplete voodoo magic and took an overdose of voodoo potions. Fortunately, there were some relics left behind.

You have gained the Tactical Dagger specialization.

Wayne's mind was instantly flooded with a large number of memories of tactical knife training and combat, all from a first-person perspective, mostly in desert areas, and even including many scenes of slaughtering women and children.

Almost instantly, he had mastered the skill of using the tactical dagger.

It is clear that John Sr. served in Iraq and Afghanistan as a member of the Marine Corps.

On the panel in front of Wayne, his personal data attributes were now displayed:

【Occupation: Adventurer (Beginner, No chosen career path】】

Physical strength: 0.1/0.3

Intelligence: 1.2/1.3

Mental Power: 0.3/0.6

HP: 5/60

Experience points: 13/100

Skills: Bard Performance (Beginner); Tactical Dagger Use (Specialist)

Battle Pet: Wasteland Hound (Level 1, 30%)

Condition: Extreme hunger, severely ill and weak

Warning! If your health drops below 5, the execution threshold for the Demon Realm dungeon will be triggered!

At the same time, there is a shop option next to it. After clicking on it, you can see that it sells things like recovery potions, magic potions, and spell scrolls, with the amount of gold coins required listed next to each item.

Wayne couldn't help but smile wryly; his predecessor was far too weak.

If an average person's score is 1, then their current score would basically indicate a severe disability.

Just then, his throat started itching again, and Wayne began to cough violently. This time, he couldn't stop coughing until he coughed up a mouthful of thick phlegm mixed with blood.

Then the health bar on the display panel suddenly changed!

[Health: 4/60. Warning: You have triggered the execute threshold. Your health will decrease by one point every hour until you are completely defeated.]

The chilling feeling of death instantly enveloped Wayne. He struggled to his feet, trying to calm his breathing and regain his composure.

No, he has to act quickly and find a way to restore his health to more than 5 points, otherwise he really will die!

He needs food, calories, and medicine.

Judging from the stinging sensation in the lungs, even if it's not pneumonia, it's already severe bronchitis.

He needs antibiotics.

We can't wait any longer.

Wayne quickly searched Old John's body again, eventually finding only $5, a small knife, and a worn-out cell phone in his pocket.

This was old John's final gift.

Wayne put on all his clothes, including Old John's coat, struggled to stand, clutched the $5, took a deep breath, and prepared to crawl out of the tent to find something to sustain him.

Just then, the mixed-breed puppy suddenly started barking at the outside of the tent.

A murmur could be heard outside:

"Are you sure they're all dead in there, bro?"

"I saw Old John drag someone in the day before yesterday. He also spent all his money on several packets of the latest enhancement drugs from Big Daddy. He hasn't come out since then. He's definitely dead."

"That's great. Two corpses together can fetch over a thousand dollars. No one will ever claim them, and we can throw a few more parties."

"Same as always, we'll split what we find in half. I want this tent..."

A line of text reappeared on the panel in front of Wayne:

Adventurer, you have encountered two filthy goblins. This is your first challenge in the dungeon. Kill/defeat/drive them away to receive a reward.

Goblin?

Wayne understood that this reward would be a precious opportunity for his rescue!

Taking a deep breath and straightening his body, he abruptly lifted the tattered tent flap.

Two gaunt Black homeless men stood outside, their eyes bloodshot, staring at him in astonishment.

The puppy rushed forward, blocking Wayne's path, and barked at the two men.

Only then did Wayne realize where he was.

This is a run-down neighborhood. The tent is right by the roadside, the walls in front of you are covered with messy graffiti, and not far away are piles of garbage and stacks of black garbage bags.

You can still vaguely see several motionless humanoid creatures standing on the street corner, their bodies twisted at bizarre angles.

Just a block away, Halloween decorations twinkled with colorful lights, and neon lights on skyscrapers flashed the words "Welcome to Seattle."

You can even see people enjoying their meals in the upscale restaurant on the top floor.

The sea breeze carried the smells of food from the tourist area and the stench of fish from the dock area.

A flock of seagulls landed on the roadside railing, staring coldly at the dilapidated tent, their yellow beaks still bearing traces of scarlet.

In the pitch-black sky, icy rain, a mixture of rain and snow, was falling incessantly, chilling to the bone.

A rainy night in Seattle.