I'm building Gundams in America

How to build a heavenly kingdom on earth?

First and foremost, you need a sufficient number of believers and followers.

The specific process has been extensively documented by the experiences of many predecessors in the history of the University of Tokyo.

The most typical example is Zhang Jiao, the Great Teacher of Virtue.

As a student of East University, Wayne was naturally very familiar with this set of rules.

Throughout the thousands of years of history of Tokyo University, everything that is happening in America today can be traced back to this.

All Wayne has to do is repeat certain historical events in America.

Of course, given the dangers and malice lurking in the shadows, we cannot yet fully comprehend things like so-called "doctrines."

Although the United States is home to a variety of religions and has a so-called religious freedom, it's one thing to secretly start a sect in a rural area, but to start a new sect in a place like Seattle would definitely attract suppression from various powerful religious forces.

After all, grassroots governance in the United States relies on gangs and churches.

First, build up your reputation in a vague manner. Once you have enough reputation and supporters, you can then reveal your so-called "doctrine".

This thing is just like falling in love; so-called confessions are always the triumphant bells, not the battle horns.

First, become the "godfather" of the neighborhood.

Take the Tai Ping Road route.

"Sir, thank you for your kindness..." the Latino man in front of him said, trembling.

Although it was the dead of winter, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat from the pain.

Jose, a two-headed ogre construction laborer from a Honduran tribe, lives with his daughter Isabella.

The name José means "God-given" in Spanish, and it's a very common name in Spanish-speaking countries in the Americas.

Wayne sighed, looked at the other person's visibly bent leg, and said:

"Show your legs."

The man immediately gritted his teeth and carefully pulled up his pants, revealing a section of his abnormally swollen calf.

His leg bone was broken, and the flesh at the break was blackish-purple and had become infected.

The wound could only be described as a bloody mess.

Thankfully, he managed to hold on.

"Sir, please...please exorcise the evil spirits from me and...bless me..." The man's eyes were full of pleading as he cautiously looked at Wayne and said.

He naturally understood what was going on with him.

This is purely an external injury.

He simply didn't have the money for treatment. He overheard a neighbor mentioning a "saint" who lived on the street who could exorcise evil spirits and cure illnesses using voodoo magic.

He came here clinging to his last shred of hope.

Although he was in excruciating pain, he still tried to put on a fawning smile, his eyes full of hope.

Wayne sighed, picked up a bottle of vodka, slowly unscrewed it, and said to Jose:

"Jose, my friend, why have you come to America?"

Jose was taken aback, clearly not expecting Wayne to ask that question, and said:

"For...for the American Dream..."

His gaze instantly became unfocused, as if he were recalling a golden dream from the past:

"I've seen those Hollywood movies, skyscrapers, luxury cars, beautiful and elegant men and women, comfortable lives... and those Avengers, Iron Man, Superman, Captain America who can protect everyone!... Ah————"

He suddenly screamed as Wayne poured vodka onto his wound.

The pain struck straight to his soul, causing José to curl up in pain.

But in the next instant, he suddenly felt a warmth coming from his wound, as if a warm current was flowing into it, and the unbearable pain gradually subsided and became bearable.

José, covered in sweat, looked at his broken leg and saw the man in the long robe placing a hand on his wound.

Wayne smiled slightly and said:

"Jose, it looks like those superheroes didn't come to save you..."

As he spoke, he activated the skill [Basic Witch Doctor (Specialization 38%)].

Wayne controlled his mental energy to enter the other's flesh and blood, and at this moment he suddenly felt an image similar to a CT scan appear in his mind.

No, it was even more detailed; he could "see" the other person's broken leg bones, stagnant blood, and inflamed flesh.

I originally thought that the basic witch doctor's abilities wouldn't be very effective for this kind of external injury, but now it seems that they can be effective as well!

Without hesitation, Wayne grabbed Jose's calves with both hands and pulled and twisted them sharply.

Amidst Jose's screams, the leg bone had been reset, and the witch doctor began using his powers to clean the wound and restore flesh.

Wayne's voice was deep as he slowly recited:

"The great origin of the Way comes from Heaven; let us carefully enlighten the wise men of Heaven with the Way of Heaven."

Heaven punishes the wicked and blesses the virtuous; turn back early and you will be punished by your ancestors.

The lineage of the Way originates from one righteous source, and its principles have been followed by all generations without precedence.

Enjoy heavenly blessings and transcend worldly ties.

Do not let worldly emotions entangle you; you must relinquish all delusions…

What Wayne was reciting was "The Original Way to Save the World" written by Hong Xiuquan, the Heavenly Brother, which is one of the three important early works of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom.

The other two are "The Original Way to Awaken the World" and "The Original Way to Enlighten the World".

The content here does not involve the death of Jesus, completely bypassing the painful points in the Bible that led to historical grievances between Jews and Christians. Instead, it has become the most compliant text in the current politically correct environment of modern America.

Since accepting the epic quest of "Building a Heavenly Kingdom on Earth," Wayne has been researching the relevant historical documents.

At the very least, there should be a procedure when chanting incantations to exorcise evil spirits.

As Wayne chanted the unknown yet reassuring and moving incantation, Jose felt his heart become calm.

His leg seemed to be gradually improving; Jose could feel that the numbness and pain had lessened considerably.

The mysterious incantation, the merciful saint, the last straw—thinking of the pain and despair he had endured these past days, José could no longer bear it. Tears streamed down his face as he murmured:

"Bondi, oh God, sir, thank you... thank you... God bless you... Once my injury heals, I can finally work a full-time job and get my full pay again..."

"Isabella will be so happy, she... she won't have to stand in the street anymore..."

"It's all my fault, I'm so incompetent... I had no self-control, I shouldn't have lost those wages..."

"I'm a construction worker, I work for Mr. Abel... Two months ago I finally paid off my debt to the smuggler and received my full salary..."

"But Mr. Abel's men pointed guns at me... They forced me to gamble with them... I lost all my money, and I owe them... I owe them a lot of money..."

"When I couldn't pay them back, they kicked me off the scaffolding, breaking my leg..."

"Poor Isabella... my little angel... her mother died on her way to America... shot by border patrol... I promised her mother I would take good care of her... I am a useless and terrible father..."

"My God, she's only fourteen years old, and she has to sell her body to support the two of us..."

At this point, José could no longer hold back and burst into tears.

She cried like a child heartbroken over Iron Man's death.

Your basic witch doctor skills have been improved (Specialization 38% + 1%).

[Experience points +1]

The people of the Kingdom of Heaven are weeping; doing righteous deeds in the Kingdom of Heaven will increase the lord's prestige.

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