I'm building Gundams in America

【Class: Adventurer (Level 1, no class path selected)】

Titles: Royal Court Rebel (Greater chance of gaining favor from the dungeons and streets); Voodoo Medium (Highly effective against Voodoo followers)

Physical strength: 1.3/1.3

Intelligence: 1.2/1.3

Mental Power: 0.2/0.6

HP: 12/60

Experience points: 36/100

Skills: Bard Performance (Beginner 30%); "Old Friends in a Foreign Land" (Passive 50%); Tactical Dagger Use (Specialization); Compound Making (Beginner 70%)

Battle Pet: Wilderness Hound (Level 1, 40%)

Status: Seriously ill and weak

Wayne glanced at the data on the panel and nodded slightly.

My blood volume has recovered by two points again, and the antibiotics are still working.

However, using skills does consume mental energy, and my mental energy is almost depleted, making me feel slightly dizzy.

Looking at the foul-smelling, candied apples in the bag in front of me, I selected the "Refine" option.

Immediately, a new option appeared on the panel, offering two paths:

[Basic Backpack (5 storage units) / Human Skin Mask (5 different face disguises)]

Upon seeing the words "Basic Backpack," Wayne shuddered and selected the Basic Backpack option without hesitation.

It finally appeared.

Space backpack!

This is an absolute necessity.

The moment Wayne made his choice, the five icing apples in the net bag suddenly turned charred and shriveled, shrinking to the size of walnuts. The clumps of maggots on them also instantly carbonized and disappeared.

The gold-toothed man and the man in the vest sitting with Wayne in the truck bed widened their eyes instantly, showing expressions of disbelief.

They only saw Wayne reach for the frosted apples in the net bag, and then this unbelievable scene unfolded.

This kid is really a voodoo medium!

Wayne had no time to pay attention to their thoughts and feelings, and immediately looked at the panel.

A brand new area appeared on one side of the panel, consisting of five square spaces.

[Basic Backpack: Has five storage units, can hold five items]

That's it.

Wayne reached into his pocket, grasped his phone, and with a slight thought, felt his palm suddenly become empty.

Looking at the panel again, his phone was clearly visible in one of the square spaces.

This is simply a tool for getting things for free.

"Screech—" The pickup truck screeched to a halt, and Tattooed Dick got out, giving Wayne a half-smile.

"Listen, Wayne, you owe Big Daddy $10000. You have one week to pay it back, or you'll have to work for us... We have plenty of jobs that would be perfect for you."

Wayne jumped off the pickup truck, clutching the puppy Wick, and coughed violently. He frowned and asked:

"Ahem... Wasn't it only $5000? How did it become $10000?"

Tattooed Dick grinned, revealing a mouthful of rotten, yellowed teeth, and said:

"The five thousand belongs to Old John, and you also have five thousand of your own. In addition, our interest rate doubles every week. This is already an extra favor from your big daddy. Now, go and earn your 20000 dollars."

"Don't even think about running away, and don't even think about leaving Seattle. Seta has plenty of ways to find you."

As he spoke, he made a throat-slitting gesture towards Wayne, got into the car, and started the engine.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Gold Tooth shoved the bag of shriveled, sugared apples into Wayne's hand, grinned, and said:

"Go for it, Jack! I'm really looking forward to having a celebrity partner. You can tell my fortune then."

With that, Pikachu made a sharp turn and sped off in the direction it had come from, leaving Wayne standing alone on the street with his dog Wick.

Side Quest: Old John's Debt Completion 60%

Wayne looked up and saw that he had returned to the vicinity of Chinatown, a street away from Mike and the others' tents.

The surrounding streets were still littered with tents and homeless people posing for photos after receiving booster injections, and the ground was littered with trash.

But when Wayne looked at these homeless people again, he had a completely different feeling.

Gangs have taken over part of the grassroots governance of the dilapidated neighborhood, and these homeless people are far from being as "simple" as previously thought.

Many of these are gang spies.

It makes sense, since many homeless people get their enhancements from gangs, so it's only natural that they become their informants.

From the very beginning, the Latin American gang was never going to let him go. Even if they let him leave temporarily now, it's more likely because they need to clean up the mess that Big Daddy Juan received and the DEA informant incident.

Whether or not he can earn enough money, there will only be one outcome in the end.

A week...

He must become stronger within this week, at least enough to break free from the Latin American gang.

Or perhaps let Juan the Great become history...

He casually put the bag of metallic apples, each about the size of a walnut, into a storage compartment, when a wave of hunger washed over him.

As Wayne pondered this, he led his dog Wick through the streets littered with syringes and trash, past tents and oddly dressed homeless people, toward Mike's tent.

You have discovered the strange goblin species.

You have discovered the bizarre two-headed ogre.

You have discovered the strange orc race.

You have discovered the strange, fallen, dark elves of the East.

As Wayne walked along, lines of characters kept appearing before his eyes.

These homeless people's actions are all art in themselves, and even seem to open the eyes of the system.

By this time, he had basically figured out the system's division.

White people were classified as orcs, black people as goblins, mixed-race Latinos as two-headed ogres, and Asians as dark elves.

You have discovered the corpse of an aberrant orc.

The prompt in front of him suddenly changed, and Wayne's eyes lit up as he looked to the side.

There were three homeless people, two men and one woman, guarding a corpse covered with a blanket, looking around suspiciously, as if they were guarding a treasure.

They were waiting for the body collectors to arrive.

Upon noticing Wayne's gaze, the three of them simultaneously became wary.

They disguised the corpse as if it were sitting and sleeping, which was obviously quite an elaborate scheme.

Wayne only hesitated for a few seconds, then suddenly stumbled, as if he had just been given a booster, and pounced on the corpse. Laughing, he grabbed the corpse's hand and coughed as he said:

"Cough cough... Hahaha, it's you! William! Cough cough... Oh, my old friend, what are you doing here?"

His actions immediately aroused the suspicion of the three homeless men. The Black woman next to him, whose eyes were bloodshot, shoved him to the ground and rudely cursed him:

"Get out of here! There's no William here, this is Alex, he's sleeping!"

Upon seeing this, the puppy Wick immediately shielded Wayne and barked wildly at him.

Wayne got up, shrugged, and patted the dog Wick's head, saying:

"Sorry, I mistook you for someone else."

Then they continued walking forward.

You have acquired the General Practitioner (Intermediate) skill.

A flood of memories about a general practitioner rushed into Wayne's mind, and he was momentarily stunned.

It appears that the deceased homeless man was once a general practitioner.

According to American medical regulations, to see a doctor, you first need to make an appointment with your family doctor. If your family doctor determines that you need to go to the hospital, they will help you make an appointment with a general practitioner at the hospital. If the general practitioner takes a look and decides that they cannot handle the case, they will assign you to another specialist.

The waiting time can range from several months to several years.

This homeless man is a general practitioner.

Just then, another line of characters appeared before my eyes:

You now possess five skills and can unlock skill fusion.

Upon seeing this line of text, Wayne's eyes lit up.

Then, something resembling a fusion magic circle appeared in the skill section of the panel.

One is the main seat, surrounded by five secondary seats.

You can place one skill in the main slot and use other skills as fuel in the secondary slots. After burning some skills, you can enhance another skill!

This is really a good thing.

If you can upgrade a skill to master level, making money becomes much easier.

There's no rush for now.

Just then, he arrived at Mike's tent and saw Mike anxiously standing at the door making a phone call.

"Cough cough... Mike, brother," Wayne called out.

Mike, who was on the phone, suddenly turned around, and his face lit up with joy the moment he saw Wayne. He said something into the phone and hung up, then rushed over and gave Wayne a hug, exclaiming happily:

"God, brother, you're alive! God bless you! You've returned safely!"

The tent flap was lifted, and David, who had heard the noise, rushed out, giving Wayne a happy hug.

"Thank God you're back, brother. Mike's all set to work for the Bloods to get you back."