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The two homeless Black men were stunned to find someone alive emerging from their tent. They stared in disbelief at the skeletal face before them.

Wayne took a deep breath and said with a panicked expression:

"Someone, please save old John! He...he seems sick...he keeps coughing and biting...cough cough...cough cough cough..."

As he spoke, Wayne coughed violently, then spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, staring intently at the two homeless black men in front of him:

"I think I've caught it from him... My lungs hurt so much... Do you have any medicine? Can you help me?"

As he spoke, he staggered toward the two homeless men in front of him.

The puppy immediately rushed up beside him.

The two homeless men instinctively took a step back, then looked at each other and quickly waved their hands, saying:

"Bro, don't come any closer! You'll infect us!"

"Mazawa Fuck, what on earth is that bastard John doing?"

After saying that, the two turned around and ran away without looking back.

The biggest fear for those living on the streets is getting sick. What might be a minor ailment for an ordinary person could be a life-threatening, incurable disease for them.

This bastard in front of me looks like he's about to cough himself to death. I can always come back tomorrow.

The two homeless men disappeared into the night, and Wayne breathed a sigh of relief.

His rudimentary bard skills were still somewhat useful; at least enough to fool two homeless men.

You've driven away two wandering goblins and completed your first adventure challenge! Clever adventurer, your Bard Performance (Beginner) has been enhanced, progress 10%, experience +10.

Immediately, the experience points in the character attribute column on the screen changed from 13/100 to 23/100.

This is fucking ridiculous!

Wayne hadn't expected that the rewards the system mentioned would be enhanced performance skills and experience points.

Although he understood that there would be huge benefits once his experience points reached 100, it was simply too far away for him at the moment.

What he needs right now is food, calories, and medicine!

Looking at the $5 in his hand, Wayne suddenly remembered what the two homeless men had said about selling corpses.

There just happens to be one right here.

He quickly took out Old John's phone and searched through the contacts. Sure enough, Old John was indeed a homeless man, and Wayne quickly found a phone number labeled "corpse collector".

He quickly dialed the number, and a moment later, a sweet voice answered:

"Hello, this is St. Mary's Biotechnology Company of the Jesuits. How can I help you?"

Wayne struggled to suppress the shivering from the cold and hunger, and whispered:

"I have a corpse to sell. It just died today. What was the cause of death?"

He glanced at the various syringes on the ground and then said:

"...He injected multiple types of enhancers and took voodoo drugs; I'm not sure exactly how many drugs he used..."

The voice on the other end of the phone immediately became overjoyed and quickly said:

"Okay, sir. Please tell me the address, and our company will send a professional to handle the matter."

Wayne immediately gave the street address and then tossed his phone aside.

A wave of dizziness washed over him, and the intense hunger made him even weaker. Wayne looked out at the dark, empty streets in the dead of night, feeling the bone-chilling cold rain.

In his current condition, if he doesn't get some food and water, he might collapse and die on the roadside before he even gets out of this street.

The body collectors didn't know when they would arrive, and he needed to replenish his energy before then.

Food...meat... He suddenly looked at the seagulls on the railing.

The seagulls remained around the tent, clearly waiting for a hearty human feast.

I wonder if it's because they eat meat all the time, but these seagulls are unusually plump.

Wayne immediately endured the biting cold rain, opened the tent flap, crawled back inside, and lay down on the cold ground, pretending to be dead.

At the same time, he reached out and beckoned to the puppy, which immediately snuggled obediently into his arms and stayed still, bringing Wayne a rare moment of warmth.

The stench emanating from old John's corpse nearly made Wayne faint; he looked more like a corpse himself.

Sure enough, the seagulls took the bait. In the cold, rainy night, seagulls began to flap their wings and fly into the tent.

One, two, three... These seagulls seemed to be unafraid of people. In the blink of an eye, seven or eight seagulls had flown into the tent. Most of them were attracted to Old John's body, but two of them still walked towards Wayne.

Wayne remained motionless with his eyes open until a seagull swooped down on his face. Then, he mustered all his strength and grabbed the seagull's claws tightly, pulling it into his arms.

The puppy wagged its tail and bit the seagull's wing hard, pulling it back with all its might, but it was so small that it was almost thrown away by the seagull.

The other seagulls inside the tent scattered in a flurry, all fluttering away.

"Caw—caw—" The plump seagull was startled and flapped its wings with great force, almost breaking free from the weak Wayne's grasp.

Wayne opened his mouth and bit down hard on the seagull's neck, tearing at it desperately.

Homo sapiens' bite force was enough to tear flesh apart, and a warm, salty liquid rushed into his mouth. Wayne couldn't wait to swallow it down in large gulps, desperately gulping it down. His stomach, which had been spasming from hunger and cold, was like parched land receiving rain, and he even made intestinal rumbling sounds.

We'll talk about germs and parasites later.

All I want now is to survive.

The seagull in his hand gradually stopped struggling and died. Wayne took a few more sips, sighed contentedly, and finally felt a little strength return to his hands and feet.

Your battle pet has successfully assisted in a kill, increasing its evolution level by 10%.

【Battle Pet: Wilderness Hound (40%)】

Looking at my health data on the panel again, it was still at 4/60.

Although they won't die from hypothermia for now, it's not enough; they still need to be given more heat.

Wayne used his dagger to cut open the seagull's belly and began cleaning its internal organs under the cover of the falling icy rain, haphazardly plucking its feathers.

After a quick clean-up, he gathered all the flammable materials inside the tent, such as planks, paper, and plastic bags, together, lit them with a lighter, and started a campfire. Using a wooden stick with voodoo patterns left by Old John, he used it to prop up seagulls and began roasting meat.

The rain intensified, and the tent was filled with thick smoke. Although it was a bit choking, Wayne was only concerned about the piece of meat in his hand.

This is meat, meat that can save lives.

Slowly, the flames roasted the seabird's fat until it dripped down, making a sizzling sound, and finally, the aroma of caramelized fat began to waft out.

Seeing that the outer layer of meat was cooked, Wayne couldn't wait to grab it and take a big bite.

"Shh... Shh..."

hot.

The aroma of protein and fat fills your mouth, and whether the meat is sour or not is completely unimportant.

Ignoring the fact that it was too hot to eat, Wayne quickly chewed a few bites and swallowed it.

He then grilled the meat while munching on it, occasionally tearing off a piece and tossing it to the skinny little dog beside him.

This seagull, without oil or salt, is now an unparalleled delicacy for a person and a dog!

Before he knew it, his health had returned to 5 points.

The hungry adventurer obtained roasted meat, his health was restored, and he returned to the critical point of being killed.

A sentence appeared on the panel in front of him, which made Wayne breathe a sigh of relief.

At least they won't be killed within a few hours.

However, restoring his health to 5 points is far from enough; he needs to gain more energy, at least reaching 10 points or more.

This seagull shouldn't be wasted.

In such a life-or-death situation, every bit of heat is extremely precious.

"Screech—" The sound of brakes came from outside the tent, followed by footsteps. A figure wearing simple protective clothing, a mask, and goggles stood in front of the tent.

Wayne, holding half a seagull in his hands and with his face covered in blood, suddenly looked up at the other person.

Old John's corpse, the voodoo barrel, the bonfire, the smoke, half a seagull, syringes scattered on the ground, blood splattered in the tent, Wayne, his face covered in blood like a wild beast—all of this created a striking image that caused the visitor to freeze in place, a familiar phrase escaping their lips:

Holy crap!

Upon hearing that perfectly enunciated "fuck," Wayne raised an eyebrow.

Is the other person from Tokyo University?

You have encountered a mysterious merchant from the East. You will receive a reward for your first transaction.