I'm building Gundams in America

You have healed a wandering goblin, and your basic witch doctor skill has been improved (specialization 5% + 1%).

[Experience points +1]

The shaman dispels most of the germs, then administers antibiotics and dexamethasone to consolidate the treatment, and the patient is basically cured.

"Bro, what's going on? Can your hands give a fucking bacteria an orgasm?" David asked, looking bewildered.

Although we knew Wayne had two magic weapons: antibiotics and dexamethasone, it was still too strange that touching his head would make the old black man vomit a bunch of mucus.

And then I thought about how everyone was calling Wayne some kind of saint, could it be that my brother really has something going for him?

Wayne blinked. "It's just a contact therapy to stimulate the nerves in the head, nothing serious."

After treating the elderly homeless man's illness on the street, Wayne, Mike, and David went to a nearby homeless shelter.

Homeless shelters in the United States are jointly operated by the government and non-profit NGOs, forming a nationwide relief network that provides services such as emergency shelter, transitional housing, and supported housing.

According to official statistics from the United States, as of 2024, there were more than 1.1 officially certified shelters in the country, with 119 million beds.

This sounds like enough to accommodate the more than 770,000 officially registered homeless people, and could even provide more than 500,000 extra beds.

But the data only sounds good. Not to mention that there may be more unregistered homeless people, most of these beds are provided temporarily to cope with the safety risks of extreme weather. Even if they are only open for one day, they are still considered a bed and can be included in the annual statistics.

Moreover, shelters are not evenly distributed. In large cities with the most homeless people, it is often difficult to find a bed, and there are simply not enough places to stay.

Especially in winter, it is overcrowded.

Not to mention that all shelters have relatively strict management requirements, including requirements to check in very early in the evening and leave before five or six in the morning.

Many homeless people who are already working cannot adapt to this schedule, which makes it impossible for many to go to shelters.

At the same time, the area is a mixed bag, with problems such as the abuse of enhancers, violent fights, rape, and even murder occurring year after year.

Mike and David wanted to stay in the shelter, but unfortunately, they couldn't get a place on the waiting list.

You have entered the Dark Court Sanctuary, the penultimate stop for many of the lower-nest inhabitants. Experience +1.

Just as the female volunteer had said, the shelter was indeed opening its shower rooms.

Wayne, carrying a set of fairly clean clothes and a set of underwear he had received from the supply distribution point, went into a shower room and began to shower.

Having been in this world for several days, his nose had become somewhat numb to the smell of his body. But when he was rinsed with hot water, he immediately felt the pungent odor.

It has a strong flavor, no further explanation needed.

As he washed, Wayne couldn't help but sigh.

White people are no good.

The smell alone is unbearable.

The people from Dongda University are better; at least they don't have that strong smell.

This racial advantage alone is enough to make countless white students at Western University envious.

I wonder if the dungeon system has a race change option besides job change?

If so, the high and low should be switched back later...

After quickly washing away the blood and stench, Wayne felt refreshed.

The two scars on his chest and back were healing rapidly. Although they bled a little again after being rinsed with hot water, it was nothing compared to being shot through the heart and killed on the spot.

After washing himself clean, Wayne looked in the mirror and saw that he was quite good-looking, with black hair and black eyes, a standard handsome face with distinct features.

Ignoring the gunshot scar on his chest, his physique is fairly well-proportioned, with some muscle.

After all, a stamina value of 1.3 is equivalent to that of an average adult male who has undergone some training.

He had a scruffy beard, which made him look somewhat unkempt, and at least ten years older.

Wayne hesitated for a moment, then left his beard unshaven.

The Christian concept of "holy fools" has a particular fascination with bearded men, such as Santa Claus, some historical saints, and even the "mad monk" Rasputin of Tsarist Russia.

A mustache is a plus.

After discarding his blood-stained and tattered clothes and changing into clean ones, Wayne felt much better.

Having been reborn for so long, I finally feel like I'm living like a human being again.

After getting ready, Wayne called Mike and David over.

The two were taken aback when they saw Wayne, who was clean and tidy.

David joked:

"No wonder you were a big star, brother. I dare say, if you had appeared on the streets with this image from the beginning, you would have had a lot of female homeless people... and some male homeless people who would have been interested in you, and you might not have had to suffer like this."

Wayne pursed his lips. "Then we'll have to eat something else."

After the three of them finished getting ready, they opened the bathroom door and walked out, only to be taken aback.

Inside the shelter, right outside the bathroom door, stood a dozen or so homeless people, chatting amongst themselves with eager expressions on their faces.

The moment Wayne stepped out, everyone stopped and turned to look at him, then began whispering again:

"It was him, he's the one who cured old Will..."

"Saint, it really is him..."

"A messenger of God? I've heard he's a medium from a Voodoo cult?"

"God help us, even if Voodoo is just an incarnation of God, it's nothing..."

Then the first homeless man walked up to Wayne, put his hands in a prayer-like gesture, and bowed his head, pleading with Wayne:

"Sir, my whole body aches, I can't sleep because of the pain, please help me..."

Mike frowned and said to Wayne:

"Brother, this..."

It's one thing to briefly practice illegal medicine on the street under the guise of religion, but quite another to openly treat and save lives in a semi-official homeless shelter.

Wayne nodded:

"It's alright."

Then he addressed the group of homeless people in front of him:

"Let's go outside."

Since I'm going to be a charlatan, I might as well go all the way.

With that, he strode out of the shelter, followed closely by a group of homeless people who filed out.

Once outside, Wayne simply sat down on the roadside and waved to the first white homeless man.

The other person quickly came over, knelt down on one knee in front of Wayne, and obediently lowered his head.

Wayne raised his hand and placed it on the other person's head, immediately activating the [Basic Witch Doctor] skill.

The heat from his palm penetrated the other man's body, and he felt the decay and rot within him. At the same time, a crazy force was destroying the homeless man's nerves.

Fortifying agent.

He's a drug addict.

However, what truly troubled this homeless man was the erosion of his nervous system.

[Abraham, a wandering orc from Assassin, a former miner, a devout Christian, became addicted to painkillers after being injured while mining, and switched to using enhancement drugs, lost his job, went bankrupt and became homeless.]

Wayne couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Like Edward, who assassinated him, he was a traditional American redneck from a respectable family.

How the hell has America become like this?

The power of the witch doctor was mobilized to temporarily repair and unblock the damaged nerves of the other party.

He said:

"Abraham, my child, may the pain you suffered in the mines be removed, and may you find peace."

The homeless man Abraham, who had been suffering from headaches, suddenly felt refreshed. He was first stunned, then moved to tears, murmuring:

"Thank God, God bless you, thank you, Saint, God has told you my name and the suffering I have endured, sob sob..."

Then he turned to the homeless people who were still waiting, pointed at Wayne, and said loudly to them:

"My pain is gone! Only the touch of a saint can heal my ailments! He truly is a saint!"

[You healed a wandering orc, and your basic witch doctor skill has been improved (Specialization 6% + 1%).]

[Experience points +1]

Immediately, the remaining homeless people stirred and rushed towards Wayne.

Nothing is more exciting than witnessing a miracle firsthand!

"No, he's the devil, he's a heretic, a damned devil who crawled out of hell to bewitch people!"

Just then, a frantic shout rang out, and a black homeless man wielding a dagger, his eyes bloodshot, suddenly darted out from the crowd and lunged at Wayne.

He was incredibly fast; Mike and David were several meters away and couldn't catch up at all.

Those present gasped in surprise once again.

Just as the dagger was about to pierce Wayne, the saint sitting on the ground suddenly raised his hands and caught the blade of the dagger with just his hands. Then, with a twist of his arms, he had already taken the dagger away.

[Tactical Dagger Usage (Specialization)]!

The Black homeless man fell heavily to the ground, his face covered in blood, his nose broken, and he lay there groaning.

Amidst the shocked gazes of the crowd, the saint slowly rose, looked at the fallen homeless man, and with a compassionate expression, slowly recited:

"Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name, your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven..."

I can also believe in Christ, and we can talk about it.