I'm building Gundams in America

Wayne nodded slightly.

He has discovered that the gold title can only be increased by 1% each time.

Even skills that reach the mastery level can only be improved by 1% each time.

However, this also indirectly illustrates the power of the gold title and the specialized level skills.

Once they reach 100% again, the next stage of evolution will inevitably be extremely powerful.

Wayne accepted the homeless men's respect without hesitation and walked directly through the path between the two human walls.

In a country like America, where Protestantism is the dominant culture, humility is not a virtue. Excessive humility can be seen as weakness and may even lead to death.

When faced with the respect and reverence of others, what we should truly do is to adopt the mindset of a shepherd, using both dignity and kindness to tend our flock.

As Wayne walked through the crowd, many homeless people instinctively bowed their heads to him, some even clasping their hands together in a gesture of prayer.

Like a flock of obedient sheep.

To them, Wayne's "resurrection" was a miracle, a beacon of salvation in their wandering lives, a ray of holy light piercing the darkness, giving them a false sense of hope.

Mike and David followed Wayne in shock, then their expressions turned excited.

"Bro, what's going on? These homeless people are making way for us!"

"Hey bro, this is incredible! Did you see the look in their eyes? It's like you're their dad!"

Although the two did not understand what had happened, they knew that their brother Wayne was different.

Wayne didn't speak. He walked to the stall, smiled slightly at the female volunteer distributing supplies, and said:

"Hello, please give me some supplies, God bless you."

A strong perfume scent wafted over, even overpowering the sour smell of Wayne's homeless body.

You have arrived at the Holy Communion collection point; this may be one of the few remaining acts of kindness in this dark dungeon.

You encountered a female orc of the immortal race. The female orc living in the upper nest was full of curiosity about the lower nest.

The female volunteer was a blonde, blue-eyed, wavy-haired girl, probably a college student from Seattle who came to work part-time. She had a sunny and energetic appearance and a typical bright, fake smile typical of Western University girls.

Looking at Wayne in front of her, she was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly helped Wayne get the supplies:

"Okay, okay... Please wait a moment... One ham sandwich, one packet of pasta, one bottle of Dr. Pepper soda, one towel..."

She was somewhat afraid to look at the man in front of her, yet she couldn't help but steal glances from the corner of her eye.

She had seen many homeless people, but she had never seen one with the same temperament as the homeless man in front of her.

What just happened was truly unbelievable and shocking.

Who exactly is this person? Why are those homeless people so... obedient to him?

She had only ever seen this scene with church pastors, but even pastors did not receive such pure reverence.

And this man… looking at Wayne’s tattered shirt stained with dried blood, the girl couldn’t help but remind him:

"Here are your supplies... Sir, the bathrooms at the homeless shelter are open today, and there's no line. You might need..."

You have obtained the Spirit Flesh and Ham Sandwich.

Wayne accepted the supplies and expressed his gratitude with a smile.

He really needs to take a shower.

He then turned to the group of homeless people who were still watching him and said:

"Does anyone know Old Joe the Bottle?"

Everyone shook their heads.

Wayne shrugged, and he and Mike David left the stall with the supplies.

[You have received Holy Communion. This is Holy Communion, but also leftovers—the surplus conscience of the Demon Realm dungeon. Experience +1]

After upgrading to level 2, even the experience gain rate decreased, only gaining one experience point each time...

Just as Wayne took a bite of the cold ham sandwich, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him—a skinny, mixed-race homeless man.

Mike and David quickly stepped in front of Wayne.

"Sir, Saint, are you looking for Old Joe the Bottle? Please give it to me, and I will definitely help you find him."

You have gained the allegiance of a wandering two-headed ogre.

Wayne raised an eyebrow.

A person's reputation precedes them; I never expected someone to come to my aid so quickly.

"Thanks, brother. If you can find this guy, I can pay you two hundred dollars." Wayne nodded.

"No, sir, I don't want money. It's my honor to work for you! ... My name is Carlos." The homeless man Carlos said excitedly, then turned and left, glancing cautiously at Wayne every now and then, as if looking at his idol.

Mike and David did not witness Wayne's "miracle" and assumed that Wayne's medical skills earned him the respect of the homeless people, which made them feel honored as well.

Just then, another hunched-over, raggedly dressed Black homeless man blocked Wayne's path, bowing low and pleading:

"Sir, they say you are a saint... cough cough cough... please save me... I'm coughing so badly... my head hurts so much... cough cough..."

His face was pale and his forehead was covered in sweat; he was clearly quite ill.

"The flu?" Wayne frowned.

David then stopped the old homeless man and said:

"Hey bro, this isn't work time."

This old homeless man clearly has no money. He thinks he can get his brother for free? No way!

Wayne sighed and said:

"David, brother, let him come over."

This old homeless man doesn't seem to be using drugs, so I can give him a treatment while I'm at it. I also want to test out the new skill [Basic Witch Doctor (Specialization 5%)].

Wayne immediately gestured for the other person to come forward, then raised his hand and placed it on the top of the other person's head.

[Basic Witch Doctor] activated!

In the next instant, Wayne felt as if his hand had turned into a radar, allowing him to vaguely sense the other person's physical condition.

Within the hunched body of the old homeless man, there were numerous black holes. These holes, which had been there for years, were likely old ailments or injuries, but not fatal.

However, within his lungs, two shadowy, lifelike masses were constantly eroding his body and expanding throughout his entire being.

Is this the power of witch doctors?

Wayne understood that these shadows were likely the viruses and bacteria in the old homeless man's body, and from the witch doctor's perspective, they were living, evil shadow substances.

He could even sense the malice emanating from those two shadows.

At the same time, Wayne could feel his palms burning hot, with a strange power surging within them.

At that moment, use your consciousness to guide this power from your palm into the old homeless man's body, towards the two shadows in his lungs.

get rid of!

The next instant, the old homeless man suddenly burst into tears and snot, and with a "whoosh," vomited a puddle of slime and filth on the ground.

It is phlegm and blood clots blocking the airway.

Wayne could also feel that the power he released had driven away and killed most of the germs in the old homeless man's body.

It works similarly to antibiotics plus hormones, but it is faster and takes effect more quickly.

The old homeless man suddenly straightened up, his previous sickly and weak appearance completely gone. His body, which had been tormented by headache, cough and weakness, had now recovered most of its strength!

"Thank you! Sir, you are truly a saint! Thank you! Thank you!"

The old homeless man immediately knelt down on the ground, muttering to himself and weeping bitterly.

Wayne took a bucket of milk laced with antibiotics and hormones from his backpack, poured a glass for the old homeless man, handed it to him, smiled slightly, and said:

"Old man, have a drink."

In their eyes, he was like a god who loved all people.