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As people who were involved from the very beginning, no one understood what was going on better than Mike and David.

At first, Wayne claimed to be a voodoo medium and possess so-called magic, but it was all just to avoid being accused of practicing medicine illegally.

They both always understood that it was just a gimmick.

Even when the homeless people bowed to Wayne, they felt it was simply out of gratitude for Wayne's medical skills.

At the same time, he was inwardly marveling at his bro's acting skills, which were truly impressive. He even managed to fool the homeless people, who started giving him hand kisses.

What is happening now is completely beyond their comprehension.

Didn't we agree that it was all fake?

Are you serious?!

"Brother, what's going on? You...you really have divine power?" Mike murmured.

As a master's student in industrial engineering, Mike is religious, but it's more of a formality.

He became even more convinced of science.

What he saw before him, however, caused his faith to crumble.

Everything else is fine, but what happened to that poisonous baby that suddenly disappeared?

Wayne turned around, pulled Mike aside, and instantly took out the Poison Infant from his spatial backpack, saying to Mike:

"Brother, it's all an illusion. I hid it in my sleeve. Look... this is a street magic trick I learned when I was an actor."

Mike asked again:

"That light..."

Wayne blinked and said:

"It was the flash from the phone camera."

David and Mike exchanged a glance, breathed a sigh of relief, and whispered excitedly:

"I knew it, bro, you're a star! That magic trick was absolutely amazing! My God, they all believed it! Look at old Will, he's already crawling over to kiss your feet!"

"Watch out, two more people are crawling over here, and their expressions are like they have a fucking foot fetish!"

Wayne patted the two men on the shoulder, instantly putting the poisonous infant back into his spatial backpack. He turned to look at the frenzied crowd around him and saw that Old Will and two other homeless men had crawled up to him and were beginning to kiss his feet with pious expressions.

"God, please forgive my sins..."

"Shepherd, please forgive my rudeness..."

"Thank you for bringing a miracle to the world, I never imagined I would receive such an honor..."

The three men wept bitterly, desperately kissing Wayne's instep and footprints.

A line of text flashed above their heads:

Loyalty: Divine Grace

Your golden title of Saint has been boosted by +1%.

Your skill, Bard Performance, has been improved (Advanced 20% + 5%).

Wayne, with a look of pity on his face, did not acknowledge any connection between himself and God. He simply gazed into the distance and said in a low voice:

"Poor children, I forgive you..."

Neither take initiative, nor admit nor refuse.

Approach everything with a flexible religious perspective.

Upon hearing Wayne's words, the other homeless people present cried even more intensely, and for a moment, a cacophony of wailing echoed through the sewers, carrying far and wide.

Wayne had also discovered that at Western University, the more homeless and undocumented immigrants were from the lower class, the more devout they were in their religious beliefs.

Perhaps it's because they have nothing left to lose, and only God, the "Other," is still standing behind them.

Or rather, they must firmly believe in this only hope, otherwise they really cannot survive.

After everyone had finished crying, Wayne asked:

"Do you know that sinner called Old Joe the Bottle?"

Immediately, the old white man who was prostrate at Wayne's feet kissing his footprints raised his head, tears streaming down his face, and said to Wayne:

"Sir, I know him. Old Joe the Bottle used to live in the sewers, not far from where we are now. He abused enhancement agents and lived by stealing and robbing other people... To be honest, he always managed to get some really good stuff, which is quite impressive."

"But a few days ago he suddenly became rich and, for the first time ever, gave me a dose of fentanyl, which gave me a great time... He said he now has his own employer, so he no longer lives in the sewers and has moved out..."

"As for where he moved to, I don't know..."

As the old white man spoke, he sniffed and rubbed his nose hard with his hand.

Clearly, mentioning Old Joe the Bottle had triggered the old white man's craving for alcohol.

Wayne nodded slightly.

Many of the homeless are heavy addicts of performance-enhancing drugs, and even if these people do have some kind of religious loyalty to him, they are not trustworthy.

When the addiction isn't acting up, he might be perfectly normal, and might even be willing to give his life for Wayne.

Once the addiction kicks in, let alone Wayne, this newly emerged so-called "saint," they could sell out even God himself for enhancement drugs.

In a sense, once someone takes drugs, they can no longer be considered a person.

As for Old Joe the Bottle, since he's not here for the time being, let's plan this out later.

With so many homeless people in this neighborhood, there must be some clues.

Afterwards, Wayne put some of the fresh "magic crystals" into his spatial backpack and returned to the place where he had just set up camp.

After seeing Mr. "Saint" leave, the homeless people present all bowed to him devoutly and then dispersed.

They all returned to their original homes and began a massive relocation.

They moved all their tents, mattresses, pots and pans to the vicinity of Wayne's camp.

Having finally encountered a saint who was like a prophet, bringing them the only light and warmth in their dark lives in the sewers, they instinctively wanted to get closer to him.

It's like being irresistibly drawn to a fireplace on a snowy winter night.

Wayne did not stop these people from doing their thing. Instead, he called Mike and David, and together they climbed up to the surface through a nearby shaft.

Pushing open the manhole cover, snowflakes rushed in.

The snow has fallen heavily.

However, there wasn't much snow on the ground, and the ground temperature was still very high. The snowflakes melted quickly after landing, leaving the ground wet and cold with puddles.

If you were still in the same tent, it would probably be soaking wet and the tent would be in danger of collapsing.

David held a square cardboard box in his hands, exhaled a puff of cold air, stamped his feet, and said:

"This damn weather... I never thought the sewers would become a refuge..."

He then glanced at the box in his hand, sighed, and said:

"This child's departure may not be a bad thing; it's better than living in hell with a deformed body..."

The box contained the corpse of the dead poisoned infant.

Wayne nodded, checked their exact location, and dialed the number of the body collector.

"Hello, Alex? Remember the baby corpse you mentioned last time that the biology lab needed?" Wayne glanced at the poisoned infant's body, sighed, and continued, "I found a poor little guy, I'm..."

A sigh came from the other end of the phone, followed by a voice with a Dongda accent:

"Okay, brother, I'm coming right now."

Wayne and his two companions waited in the snow for a while, holding the corpse of the poisoned baby, as they watched the bustling, brightly lit streets of Seattle. Then, the familiar van appeared on the street and stopped in front of them.

A University of Tokyo international student, dressed in simple protective clothing, got out of the vehicle, approached the group, took the body from the box, his face somber, and sighed, saying:

"Brother, this corpse is a deformed, poisonous fetus. I think many biological labs and research institutes would be interested in it... It could... um... It could fetch a lot of money..."

Wayne nodded:

"Yes, this country should go to hell."

The other person was taken aback, seemingly not expecting Wayne to say that, then simply nodded silently and took out three rolls of cash, stuffing them into Wayne's hand.

Three thousand US dollars.

The other person, holding the box, was about to leave when, after taking a few steps, he seemed to remember something and turned to Wayne, saying:

"Brother, since you live on the streets... and we've worked together a few times, I'm thinking we could have a long-term partnership. Would you be interested in becoming a corpse collector?"

Side Quest: Acquisition Commission for the Dark Court Vampire Breeding Grounds. Completed. Experience +10.

[You have received a job offer from the Dark Court's Vampire Breeding Institute. Do you accept?]