I'm building Gundams in America

【Occupation: Adventurer (Beginner, No chosen career path】】

Title: Royal Court Rebel (Greater chance of gaining favor from the dungeon streets)

Physical strength: 0.3/0.3

Intelligence: 1.2/1.3

Mental Power: 0.4/0.6

HP: 10/60

Experience points: 6/100

Free attribute points: 1

Skills: Bard Performance (Beginner 10%); "Old Friends in a Foreign Land" (Passive 40%); Tactical Dagger Use (Specialization); Compound Making (Beginner 70%)

Battle Pet: Wilderness Hound (Level 1, 40%)

Status: Seriously ill and weak

Wayne glanced at the panel and then unhesitatingly added that one attribute point to stamina.

His biggest weakness right now is stamina. Although his health is also low, it can recover slowly. His stamina cap is only 0.3, which means he can't even kill a chicken. He was almost kicked to death by a seagull last night. He needs to be strengthened!

As that attribute point disappeared, the stamina on the panel immediately changed to [Stamina: 1.3/1.3].

Wayne immediately felt power surging from his limbs and bones!

He used to have trouble even standing up, and he almost died from exhaustion after walking for so long last night, but now he can feel the fullness of his muscles and the surge of power.

He no longer felt sickly, but was able to move freely like a normal person!

No, it even exceeds the average person's value by 0.3.

Wayne felt his lungs were full of energy again, and the blood he coughed up shot further than before; he just felt stronger.

His health also increased by one point, reaching 11/60.

It seems that with improved physical strength, the absorption of medication will also be better.

Just then, Mike and David gestured for him to be quiet, and the two of them crawled out of the tent.

Clearly, they were protecting Wayne and were prepared to help him take the blame.

Through the gaps in the tent, Wayne saw three Latin American men with unfriendly expressions standing outside.

The man in the lead had a skull tattoo on his face, while the two behind him were the man in the vest and the man with the gold teeth whom they had met that night.

The two men still had handprints on their faces, and their expressions were a mixture of frustration and anger.

Side Quest: Old John's Debt. The deceased Old John owed a debt to the two-headed ogre tribe, and they've made you their debtor; it looks like it won't be easy to settle the debt.

Mike looked at the three people in front of him, shook his head, and said:

"Bro, I don't know what you're talking about. What white kid? I hate white people the most. You must have misheard me."

As he spoke, he glanced at several tents on a street corner not far away.

The lead man with the skull tattoo, wearing a windbreaker, took two steps forward expressionlessly, almost face-to-face with Mike, and said:

"Don't lie to the East Side brothers, or even God can't save you, black kid. Open your damn tent."

David tried to rush forward, but was held firmly to the ground by the gold-toothed man and the man in the vest.

Mike remained unmoved, standing still and staring intently into the eyes of the tattooed skull man, and said:

"This is my private property. No one is allowed to enter. My uncle is sick and needs to rest."

He was rather thin, while the tattooed man was a full one and a half times as strong as Mike, as if he could be broken at any moment.

The tattooed man was taken aback by Mike's words, then burst into laughter:

"You laughable rats, your territory? Hahahaha!"

Then he suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Mike by the collar, saying menacingly:

"Kid, get out of the way right now, or I'll knock all your teeth out!"

He could feel the dark-skinned boy in his hands trembling with nervousness, yet still trying his best, which made him want to laugh.

He had already felt the other person's strength from that pull. He was just an ordinary homeless man, although he had some muscles, but he couldn't compare to someone like him who worked out regularly.

Beating up a homeless person on the street is also a good form of exercise.

Inside the tent, under the [Bonds] option on the panel in front of Wayne, Mike and David's brief attributes were displayed:

[Goblin Mike: Stamina 1.4; Intelligence 1.1; Spirit 0.9; Health 100]

[Goblin David: Stamina 1.5; Intelligence 1.0; Spirit 0.8; Health 100]

[A Bond from a Wandering Goblin: Temporarily enhances one of the bonded user's attributes (10 minutes)]

Wayne made his choice without hesitation.

Physical enhancement!

Instantly, their physical attributes doubled!

Goblin Mike: Stamina 2.8

[Goblin David: Stamina 3.0]

Mike, who was initially unable to break free by being grabbed by the collar, suddenly felt that the tattooed man's strength seemed to have diminished.

He quickly struggled and shoved the other man hard in the chest. With a "thud," the tattooed man stumbled and almost fell.

The tattooed man flew into a rage and rushed forward to throw a punch at Mike, but Mike reached out his left hand and grabbed his fist, then knocked him to the ground with a right hook.

Mike stared at his fist in disbelief.

At this moment, he realized that it wasn't that the opponent's strength had decreased, but rather that his own strength had increased!

"Get... away from me!" David, who was pinned to the ground, roared and instantly threw the gold-toothed man and the man in the vest to the ground. He then pounced on the two of them like a madman and started fighting with them.

The tattooed man touched his cheek, spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, stood up, looked at Mike, and said with a smile:

"Not bad, kid, you're much stronger than you look, but it's all over now."

As he spoke, the tattooed man reached behind his back, pulled out a handgun, and with a crisp "click," aimed it at Mike.

David, who was wrestling with two other men, suddenly stopped. The gold-toothed man also had a revolver pointing at him.

Facing the gun barrel, Mike was trembling all over.

On the streets of America, caliber is justice; confronting caliber, the innate fear of death can instantly take over everyone.

The tattooed man staggered towards Mike, brandishing the weapon in his hand, and said:

"You son of a bitch, you can punch me again, throw your punch now, or it'll be my turn."

"Stop!" A sharp shout rang out. Wayne opened the tent and crawled out, walking up to the tattooed man and pushing Mike aside, saying, "Cough cough... Weren't you looking for me? I'm here."

The sleeping dog, Wicker, rushed out of the tent, stood in front of Wayne, and barked at the blue man.

Side Quest: Old John's Debt

You have encountered a deadly attack from a two-headed ogre elite. You can obtain rewards by defusing or counterattacking.

[A trip to the two-headed ogre's lair might yield unexpected rewards.]

The man with the gold teeth and the man in the vest were both taken aback when they saw Wayne. The man with the gold teeth said, looking aggrieved:

"Wayne, it really is you! You lied to us! You betrayed Bunny Jack!"

Last night, the two of them rushed back to report that Old John had run away on his own. Unexpectedly, Daddy got the bills from several body collection companies from last night, and Old John's body was on the list.

Only then did they realize that they had been tricked by Wayne.

Wayne shrugged and said with a smile:

"Ahem... Sorry, brother, I did lie, but if I hadn't done that last night, you guys would have killed me on the spot."

The man with the gold tooth nodded, clutching his gold tooth, and said:

"really."

Given last night's situation, selling one corpse or two corpses was the same thing. If it weren't for Wayne's words, they wouldn't have been interested in a sickly homeless man who could cough himself to death at any moment.

The man with the gold teeth continued:

"But you shouldn't have lied to me...you shouldn't have lied to me and Paul, we're your fans..."

Wayne nodded, then turned to the tattooed man and said:

"Old John died from too much enhancement...cough cough...he almost killed me, so I sold him for a few hundred dollars. The rest has nothing to do with me. I can explain to Big Daddy...cough cough...put your gun away. This has nothing to do with my two brothers."

The tattooed man sized Wayne up and down, then grinned maliciously:

"That's true, but I've changed my mind..."

He pointed the gun at Mike and David and said:

"Both of them are coming with me."

Wayne looked at the panel, selected the tattooed man in the side quests, and a series of words immediately appeared:

Dick, a two-headed ogre elite, comes from the southern Columbia Mountains. He was raised by his kind Aunt Valentina and is a believer in voodoo.

It's a brief introduction of the tattooed man, only a few sentences long, but it gets straight to the point.

Wayne raised an eyebrow and said:

"Dick, Aunt Valentina told you to be kind, have you forgotten? Cough cough... Take me to see Daddy."

The tattooed man, Dick, was stunned by Wayne's words, staring at him as if he had seen a ghost, and muttered:

How did you know...?

Just then, footsteps approached, and five or six armed black men suddenly rushed out from the street corner, pointing their guns at the three Latinos. The lead black man, wearing a gold chain, shouted:

"You sons of bitches, this is Blood Gang territory! Do you want to start a war with the Blood Gang?!"

You have become involved in a conflict between a goblin tribe and a two-headed ogre tribe. You will receive a reward for quelling the conflict.