I'm building Gundams in America

Wayne then noticed that there was now a "Reputation" option in the panel's values.

Moreover, the base reputation value is 10.

This seems to have occurred after accepting the epic quest "Heaven on Earth" and while healing someone.

It is clearly also related to the "Heaven on Earth" mission.

Now open the reputation option.

[Reputation: The Sinful Demon Realm dungeons contain many high-level dungeons, which can only be unlocked after reaching a certain reputation level. Reputation points can also be exchanged for rare items in the system shop.]

Wayne nodded slightly.

This reputation is a good thing.

The greatest significance is that it allows Wayne to directly feel just how much influence he has.

I just don't know what those so-called high-level dungeons are.

For example, the dungeons of Atlanta?

Cult meeting in Utah?

Epstein's island?

As he thought about it, he could "see" that, under the influence of the basic witch doctor, Jose's broken leg bone had begun to heal.

At the same time, the inflammation, redness, swelling, and even necrosis caused by the broken bone were relieved to some extent.

Although it is not completely cured, it is now a completely different case from when it first started oozing pus.

All you need to do next is to rest and recover properly, take antibiotics to reduce inflammation, and you'll gradually recover over time.

Of course, the premise is that you can't get injured again.

After doing all this, Wayne opened a container of milk laced with antibiotics, poured a full glass, and said to Jose:

"Drink it."

Jose had calmed down from his earlier excitement, thanked them repeatedly, and with trembling hands, picked up the milk and drank it all in one gulp.

For some reason, just by drinking this glass of milk, he felt much better.

"Sir, thank you..."

Jose's eyes were filled with tears of gratitude:

"I will work hard and earn enough money to pay you back."

Wayne shook his head slightly and said in a gentle voice:

"My child, use this money to give Isabella a good life. You can continue to come and receive my blessings for the next few days until you are fully recovered."

Upon hearing this, Jose prostrated himself on the ground, kissed the ground beneath Wayne's feet, then backed away from the tent before slowly standing up. He then made a prayer-like gesture with his hands, bowed his head to Wayne, and limped away, leaning on the wooden stick he had used to get there.

Compared to when he first arrived, his steps were much lighter, and the despair in his eyes finally began to dissipate.

He never imagined that he would be saved when he was on the verge of death and about to be doomed.

He wasn't afraid of pain. As long as he could recover, he could work again and at least give his daughter a normal life.

Once Jose left, old Billy immediately arranged for another patient in line to enter the tent.

This time it was an elderly Black man who kept coughing.

He was wearing a thick orange hooded sweatshirt, and his beard was somewhat gray, but he was very clean and clearly not a homeless person.

Upon seeing Wayne, the old black man was taken aback, clearly not expecting a young white man to be sitting in the tent.

Seemingly haunted by some unpleasant memories, he became much more hesitant, saying:

"Damn it, they told me there was a witch doctor here who could exorcise evil spirits and cure diseases, but I never expected you to be one... cough cough cough..."

"A white man?" Wayne said calmly, his expression gentle. "Relax, Brant. Before God, people are not distinguished by color."

"Yes, you're right... You know my name?" The old Black man named Brant said with a look of astonishment, "But I... but I don't believe in voodoo... cough cough... I believe in God..."

Wayne smiled slightly and said:

"Do not question God's plan. Can you tell me where you feel unwell?"

Brandt hesitated and said:

"I...I've been coughing, and...it hurts here, it hurts every time I cough..."

He pointed to his chest as he spoke.

Wayne casually placed his hand on his chest and immediately felt a familiar shadow inside.

It's another case of pneumonia.

Seattle's winter this year has been exceptionally cold, and coupled with the pandemic of H1N1 and influenza, there has been a particularly high number of people contracting respiratory illnesses that eventually developed into bronchitis and pneumonia.

For homeless people and those at the bottom of society, this often means death.

Recite the "Original Way Salvation Song" again and activate the [Basic Witch Doctor] skill to heal the other party.

"You don't live on the streets?"

Seeing that most of the inflammation had subsided, Wayne casually asked.

Feeling a significant improvement and smoother breathing, Brandt's vigilance lessened considerably, and he calmly said:

"Yes, I live in the nearby community... ever since my son passed away..."

"My son once received a full scholarship for rugby..."

"And then, because of this, he was envied and shot dead..."

His tone was very calm, as if he were recounting something that happened to someone else.

"You know what? I only found out later that the average lifespan of an American football player is only in their fifties... About half of them are disabled after retirement, almost all retired American football players have chronic brain damage, and they may retire at the age of 30, and more than 80% of them go bankrupt after retirement..."

At this point, Brandt seemed to have opened a floodgate of words, as if he were transported back to the time when his son was still alive:

"Hey sir, do you know about the ancient Mayan ball game? The winner would be cut into pieces and sacrificed to the gods. We have that thing now too, it's called rugby."

"Those rich people, those tycoons and nobles, cheered and jumped for joy in the stands, watching a group of beasts fight each other. The winner would be lifted into the sky and receive cheers from the rich and nobles. The most savage one would become an idol to be worshipped."

"Do those rich and noble people play football? No. Seventy percent of them are fucking black and mixed race, and the rest are poor white people. This is the sport of the new era of slaves, just like the fucking Colosseum in ancient Rome, only now it's called the American spirit."

"They're luring Black people into playing football, basketball... Is that what we want to play? What other options do we have?"

Wayne nodded.

Leading beasts to devour humans—that's all there is to it.

"This is America, isn't it?" Brant said, then suddenly coughed violently, then rushed out of the tent and vomited a large puddle of pus on the street, tears and snot streaming down his face.

He then returned to his tent, his wariness replaced by gratitude. He took a roll of banknotes from his pocket, respectfully placed it in the terracotta pot containing the bones in front of Wayne, and apologized:

"I'm sorry, sir, I was just thinking about my son... You're white, I shouldn't have..."

Wayne shook his head gently and said:

"You don't need to apologize, Brant. On this land, white people have the greatest original sin. This country is a land of sin."

Tears streamed down Brant's face as he spoke in a trembling voice:

"Thank you, thank you, sir... They are right, you are a saint... I live in the nearby Black community, and I will have my neighbors come... come and receive your blessing."

As he spoke, he made the sign of the cross on his chest, as if in prayer, nodded to Wayne, and turned to leave the tent.

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

[Experience points +1]

After the black man, Brant, left, the next patients in line began to enter the tent.

Because they had treated a lot of patients in a short period of time, especially the neighbors in the Latin American community where old Billy and Paul lived, almost everyone who was willing to spend the money received treatment.

Coupled with the fear instilled by the Seta Group, there weren't many people coming for treatment today.

There were only six patients, and the exorcism and treatment were completed very quickly.

Wayne's Basic Witch Doctor skill has been upgraded to (43% specialization).

My experience points have increased to 28/100.

After treating the last patient, Wayne had only 1.1 mental energy left, and he couldn't help but feel a little helpless.

Activating a skill requires 0.1 mental energy and thus grants 1 experience point.

The remaining 1.1 mental energy, which is equivalent to 11 experience points, is really a waste.

Just then, Old Will's voice came from outside the tent:

"Sir, as you instructed, I spread the word about the free exorcism, but..."

Wayne lifted the tent flap and saw that there were already more than a dozen homeless people standing on the street outside, all looking at him pitifully.

At the street corner, some homeless people were still arriving one after another.

A cold wind blew, and countless snowflakes fell from the sky.

It's snowing again.

At the same time, news broadcasts came from someone's phone, though it was unclear who it was:

"Due to the impact of winter storms, the number of Americans filing for unemployment benefits decreased by more than 5000 again last week..."

The sounds of early Christmas celebrations drifted faintly from afar.

Wayne stepped out of the tent, and the group of homeless people clasped their hands together in front of their chests as if in prayer.

Bowing down to the saints.

Your golden title of Saint has been boosted by 10% + 1%.