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

Previously, when touching Thomas's corpse, I only gained Lv1 fighting skills.

This surprised him at the time. Why did such a strong guy only have the most basic fighting skills?

But then I thought about it and realized that if I were two meters tall and as big as a gorilla, I wouldn't need any special skills to attack others; I could just swing my fists or a baseball bat.

But this time it was a level 3 advanced skill, and with the palm-sized dagger found on the guy, Lynn felt his chances of surviving on the streets had increased significantly.

Meanwhile, the character experience bonus also brought his experience level to 82/100.

In other words, as long as you complete two more tasks or heal two more people, you can level up, and maybe you'll even get some more powerful warlock skills.

Big Ear Tumen was moved out of his cramped basement and sold to a body collector who knew Jessica and the others for $400. Although Britney insisted on giving Lynn $100, he refused.

"If you know any friends who have been poisoned by drug trials, you can introduce them to me. I can help them with the detoxification, no matter what kind of poison it is, for $300 each time."

At Jessica's urging, Lynn successfully sold a bottle of antidote to Britney, who had just recovered from her weakness, and cured her of all the poisons she had previously ingested due to drug trials or other reasons, much to her astonishment.

$300 credited, 10% of the treatment credited, and 10 experience points credited.

Therefore, Lynn's current wealth and attributes are as follows:

Class: Warlock, Level 1, Talents: Not Selected

Stamina: 3/3

Intelligence: 3/4

Spirit: 3/5

Agility: 1/2

Strength: 1/2

HP: 30/30

Magic: 20/40

Experience points: lv1 92/100

Wealth: $1549.5

Skills: Excellent Eloquence (Level 1, 20%), Weakness Curse (Level 1, 10%), First Aid (Level 1, 40%), Unrestricted Combat (Level 1, 80%), Tight End Tactical Awareness (Level 1, 70%), Dagger Combat (Level 3, 30%)

Craftable Item: Antidote

Status: Weakly revived, moderately hungry

……

After saying goodbye to Jessica and Britney again, Lynn and Lily returned to the fountain square together.

"Why did you take so long? Did you get a new client?"

What were Mike and Jack talking about? When he saw Lynn return, he stood up and bumped fists with him.

"Yes, someone bullied Britney and she killed him. They sold his body, and I successfully sold two bottles of antidote."

Lynn herself didn't know how she put these cruel and absurd words together.

Just a day ago, when he was still an ordinary laborer at Dongda University, although life was a bit tough and difficult, he never imagined that he would have dealt with three corpses in one day, no, four corpses including the original owner.

He felt his rationality threshold being constantly raised.

Now that she had some money, Lynn was finally able to spend a little money to eat at a fast food restaurant on the street to solve her hunger problem.

They said that the last time the food bank in this neighborhood distributed meals, there was a riot, so they won't be distributing meals here for at least three days.

The nearest relief meal distribution point is located across the busy I-5 expressway to the intersection next to the post office on 19th Avenue East to the northeast.

The distance was over 3.7 kilometers, crossing several dangerous and disorderly blocks, and it was said that all that was given out were dry, hard hamburgers, with no drinks or fruit.

If they are homeless people who haven't eaten for a long time and are already penniless, they might even have to travel long distances and risk exhaustion to get relief there.

But now Lynn is a wealthy man with over 1500 yuan, so naturally he won't treat himself so poorly anymore.

He called Mike and Lily, and very discreetly left the fountain square, heading towards a delicatessen not far away on Yesler Way in the southeast.

"Fresh, hot food is definitely what people eat!"

Inside the shop, several people devoured freshly made, steaming hot hamburgers, gulped down cola, and savored the rich aroma of crispy on the outside and soft on the inside fries dipped in ketchup.

Lin Encai finally felt like he had come back to life.

A simple, but high-calorie, hot meal has relieved your hunger and restored you from your weakened state, bringing all your attributes back to normal.

Just as Lynn reluctantly put the last fry into his mouth, he heard the system's voice, which, though mechanical, now sounded like an angel's.

Endurance: 12

Intelligence: 16

Spirit: 20

Agility: 8

Power: 8

HP: 120/120

Magic: 160/160].

This is Lynn's latest stats.

He felt his mind suddenly become incredibly light, his body as light as a swallow, and at the same time, the half-dead feeling in his body instantly left him!

"As expected, the weakened state after resurrection only restores 1/4 of the original value..."

Feeling his "complete" body now, Lynn felt power and magic filling his body, and he felt light as a feather, as if he could fly if he took a few more steps.

A hearty meal cost him only $20.

If you don't insist on ordering the broccoli salad, it would only cost $10!

Lynn still felt that she couldn't be like those fat people she saw on TV, who eventually became so fat that they couldn't even leave the house. She still needed to consume the necessary vitamins and dietary fiber.

"Hey kid, I heard you're a pharmacist?"

They hadn't gone more than a few steps when a black guy, 1.8 meters tall but with a waist as thick as two Lynn's, wearing a white baseball cap backwards, stood in front of Lynn, Mike, and Lily, accompanied by two skinny brothers who looked like monkeys.

"Huh? How did you know?"

Mike instinctively wanted to stand in front of Lynn as he used to, but Lynn gently blocked him with her hand.

He's only 10 experience points away from leveling up, and he's been itching to level up for ages. The other person might just be giving him free experience.

"People will know what you've done eventually. Enough of the chit-chat, I have a friend who got food poisoning, and he was spitting out more bubbles than a goldfish. I don't know if you can save him."

Are you sure it's food poisoning?

"Nonsense, could it be drug poisoning? That guy was so poor he hadn't smoked any leaves for three days, and he was too hungry to walk that far to collect welfare. He just picked up a rotten orange that someone didn't want on the street, and after eating it..."

The fat man pointed behind him with his thumb and then turned and walked away on his own. Lynn and Mike exchanged a glance and decided to follow him.

Lily waved to them while burping, and dragged her now less tired steps toward the fountain square.

Lynn and Mike followed the fat man southwest for about 2 kilometers, past the Coast Guard Museum and south, wandering around in the alleys of Massachusetts Street near the bay for quite a while, until Lynn was already a little dizzy from all the turning. He suddenly felt something was wrong, tugged at Mike's sleeve, and stopped.

"Hey bro, where are you taking us? The alley ahead is too messy. Why don't you help your friend over here, and we'll get treatment here?"

He stopped walking and instead shouted at the fat man.

"Hehe, right here, fine, let's leave it here then."

The fat, dark-skinned man turned around, chuckled, and a hint of smug satisfaction and cruelty flashed in his eyes.

"You're a pharmacist, right? You charged $300 each to treat those two black guys and that middle-aged streetwalker in Pioneer Square, didn't you?"

"I know you both have it on your person. Hand it over now, and I will very kindly and mercifully let you go. What do you two think?"