I work as a sorcerer in the US, and my side hustle is building Gundams.

"My head hurts so much, what's wrong with me?"

A fishy and cloying smell, accompanied by a biting cold wind, rushed into Lynn's nostrils, jolting her awake. She wiped her face haphazardly with her hand.

But the wet, sticky feeling on his hands made him feel very uneasy!

He looked closely and saw that his palm was completely red; it was covered in blood!

"Holy crap, what's going on?"

He suddenly jumped up from the ground, panting heavily as he looked around.

But he found himself in a tattered tent, with the dim yellow light from the streetlights coming from outside the unzipped tent!

Beside him lay a young black man, bleeding from all seven orifices, his death a gruesome sight!

"What the fuxk?"

This was the first time Lynn had ever seen a dead person in real life, and it startled him so much that he almost fell to the ground again!

After struggling to move out of the tent using both hands and feet, the ground beneath him finally dried. He quickly sat up, and the sight before him made him gasp in astonishment!

The streets were dirty, the streetlights were dim, and a few cheap tents of various colors were occasionally placed on the side of the road. There were also statues every ten meters or so that looked like strange sculptures...

"people"?

"Where did I end up? I remember falling asleep in my bedroom last night after finishing a dungeon, how did I wake up here?"

A sudden, intense headache struck again, and a torrent of information surged into his mind.

"Clark Lynn, 25, Seattle freelance comedian, divorced with no children, bankrupt, on welfare, suffering from a severe cold, acute gastroenteritis, hadn't eaten for three days, on the verge of death, and was hit by a truck and torn to pieces..."

"no!"

Lynn's eyes widened instantly, like a pair of copper bells!

"Have I been transported to another world? And into the body of an unemployed young man in Seattle, USA, about to face certain death?"

"No, I've already been killed! And I was smashed into Gundam fragments by a truck..."

Looking at the half-congealed black blood in his hand, he finally understood why he was lying in a pool of blood.

The wound was still hurting. Lynn felt weak in her body and mind, and she felt that she would lose control and faint again in the next second.

"No, no matter what, I have to find medicine and food quickly, or I'll kick the bucket and die again in a heartbeat!"

Ignoring the shock of his new situation, Lynn struggled with all her might to stand up.

But suddenly, a mysterious and eerie mechanical voice appeared in my mind:

"Start scanning the possessed object and its surroundings."

Faction: Alliance

Race: Human

"Location confirmed: Eastern Continent, Kingdom of Lordaeron, Eastern Plaguelands, Stratholme, Ghouls, Zombies, Skeleton Warriors... Environment confirmed as World of Warcraft, meets system installation requirements. Installation to begin."

"Since the plague of the undead spread, Prince Arthas ordered the massacre of the city in an effort to stop the spread of the infection. This place has been transformed from the second largest city in the Kingdom of Lordaeron into a stronghold of the Scourge."

"And you, great adventurer, bravely embark on your path of redemption, vanquish these repulsive calamities, purify the entire fallen kingdom, and restore humanity's glory!"

Main Quest: Destroy the Lich King Arthas and annihilate his Scourge army!

"The host's class has been determined to be: Warlock."

The host gains the Warlock's initial class skill: [Curse of Weakness].

The mechanical sounds disappeared from his ears, but Lynn felt enveloped in a strange warmth.

It was as if something had been transmitted from the void and then injected into his entire body.

"The great adventurer has awoke from his weakness and is about to begin his magnificent journey of purification. Examine the orc's corpse at your feet; perhaps you will find something unexpected."

The mysterious voice sounded again.

But this time... it seems to have turned into a mission prompt?

Lynn is a veteran World of Warcraft player; just last night he was playing WoW Classic with his human warlock character.

Unexpectedly, after transmigrating, the system that possessed him directly assumed that the entire United States was the Kingdom of Lordaeron, which was being ravaged by the Scourge of the Dead.

However, at least he got a system, although it only gave him a "weakness curse," so it wasn't a completely hellish start.

"Please check the orc corpses at your feet as soon as possible; you may find something unexpected."

At that moment, the system's mechanical and eerie voice rang in my ears again.

"Check the orc corpses? Where did these orcs come from? Is this system crazy?"

Lynn scratched the back of his head.

There was nothing else on the ground except for the dead black youth. Could it be... that he was the orc the system was talking about?

He swallowed hard, then bent down with difficulty and carefully touched the young black man who was bleeding from all seven orifices.

Then, a glowing, semi-transparent illusory panel suddenly appeared in front of him.

It was clearly written above:

"You touched the orc corpses infected by the Scourge's plague. Poor O'Brien was a hardworking apothecary, but his crypt was set ablaze by the embers of the Burning Legion, causing him to lose his shelter and become a wandering vagrant."

"To stimulate his increasingly weakened body, he had to inject fel potions into it again and again. Eventually, this blasphemous thing destroyed his body, leaving him unable to avoid the Scourge's meat wagons on the way back to camp with you, and he was hit and killed."

"The intense fel infection on the corpse stimulated your spirituality, reminding you of how to make [First Aid: Antidote] and giving you some basic medical knowledge. You also gain 10 experience points."

"Antidote: Removes the effects of moderate poisoning from the target."

In an instant, a whole host of images about how to make antidotes flashed through Lynn's mind.

In this scene, "he" is holding a green, full sphere filled with liquid in both hands, busy in front of a large pile of bottles, jars, beakers, test tubes, alcohol lamps, and crucibles.

Then the scene showed him holding three test tubes containing a green solution.

His personal data appeared on the semi-transparent panel in front of Lynn.

Class: Warlock, Level 1, Talents: Not Selected

Stamina: 1/3

Intelligence: 3/4

Spirit: 3/5

Agility: 1/2

Strength: 1/2

HP: 10/30

Magic: 30/40

Experience points: 22/100

Skills: Eloquence (Level 1), Weakening Curse (Level 1), First Aid (Level 1 Antidote Crafting)

Status: Resurrected in weakness, extremely hungry

Warning! Once your health drops below 10, you will be in a kill threshold state. Please carefully maintain your health to avoid being executed by the enemy warrior!

"Oh? The original owner actually had a skill of her own? Her excellent eloquence must have come from her identity as a stand-up comedian, not bad, not bad. But this Weakness Curse... no, I've already transmigrated here, and this level 70 warlock only gave me a Weakness Curse?"

Lynn couldn't help but smile bitterly. He did have a cheat code after transmigrating, but this cheat code was... too basic.

I wonder if, with the tasks released by the system in the future, all those other skills will be returned to me?

If I could bring a Hellfire or a Demon Guardian, no, even just a Succubus, I could roam freely in this evil world of natural disasters.

Moreover, the original form truly lived up to its reputation as a Gundam fragment wrecked by a truck; its current state is a veritable weak resurrection.

A gust of cold wind blew by, causing him to cough repeatedly, and then he spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm.

The health bar on the panel immediately displayed a red "-1" indicator.

"Damn it, they're already taking damage?"

Lynn was shocked.

Then I heard the system notification sound again:

"Warning! Your health has fallen below the kill threshold. If it doesn't recover quickly, it will automatically decrease by 1 health point every hour, eventually leading to death from bleeding!"

The fear of death instantly brought Lynn to his senses, and he quickly wrapped his thin coat tightly around his body.

"No, I have to find medicine to heal myself quickly, otherwise I'll really bleed to death, and I don't know if I'll be able to come back to life this time!"

He quickly stood up, intending to walk out of the tent.

Suddenly, they heard two approaching Black voices outside the tent:

"That O'Brien kid hasn't shown up for three days. The last time was when we were having a party. After we sold Old Jack, he was the one who smoked the most. He was already unconscious when he left, right?"

"Yes, when he left, he even sold his prized lighter that he wouldn't let anyone touch, and bought a pack of the hottest new stuff. I guess he just couldn't take it anymore and wanted to die. I hope he was having a good time when he passed away, without a trace of pain..."

"Yeah, God bless this honest black guy... He should be dead by now, we can sell him and have another party..."

Through the thin tent, Lynn saw a line of semi-transparent text:

You have encountered two corrupted orcs possessed by fel energy. They are almost entirely irrational and radiate danger from head to toe.

Destroy or drive them away, and you will receive the reward for this trial.

"Orcs? So that means Black people? Are they trying to sell the corpse of this Black guy next to me? And I seem to be in a very dangerous situation myself?"

Lynn was stunned for two seconds before he reacted, but then his eyes lit up immediately!

"A corpse can be sold for money? Isn't that perfect? ​​My medicine and food depend on this little black kid; I have to keep this corpse!"

In the blink of an eye, Lynn had already come up with a plan.

He yanked open the tent and immediately saw two emaciated black men, dressed in several layers of clothing, staring blankly at him with their bloodshot eyes!

On both sides of the dark street, some streetlights were on and some were off. Everywhere there were dilapidated tents or temporary shelters made of sheet metal. Every ten meters or so, there was a strangely shaped humanoid creature, as if it were performing a piece of performance art.

Meanwhile, bright lights shone on the skyscrapers in the distance, and the sound of rock music could be heard from afar. The sign that read "Welcome to the Fashion Capital Seattle" gleamed brightly. Although they were only one block apart, they were two completely different worlds.

The cold, icy rain from Seattle lashed Lynn's face, sending a shiver down his spine.