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

Now that she had a place to stay, Lynn was in a better mood and felt much safer.

After a brief discussion with Mike, we decided to expand our business scope.

The area around Pioneer Square is one of the poorer neighborhoods in Seattle, historically known for its poverty and destitution. Even gangs rarely venture there, and the residents are generally quite poor.

Therefore, they plan to expand northeastward, crossing the I-5 expressway, and extending their business towards the city center.

Although there are many gangs over there, their spending power has also increased significantly compared to before. I can strengthen my identity as a pharmacist here and focus on detoxification services.

Moreover, Lynn is no longer the helpless weakling he was at the beginning. He now has a Glock and two warlock skills: [Curse of Weakness] and [Corruption].

The former can physically exorcise enemies.

The latter can significantly weaken them without them even realizing it, greatly enhancing Lynn's ability to survive.

"Hey bro, I just picked up my bread on Terrace Street and ran into my ex-boyfriend Santos. His belly is bigger than when I was pregnant with his child. I think he has food poisoning or something from taking some new kind of tonic..."

Lynn, who had just bought a venomous snake from a member of the Fountain Gang and was making a new antidote, was stopped by a female member of the Fountain Gang. She pointed northeast and spoke in a tone as indifferent as if she were talking about a complete stranger.

"He's in a yellow tent with a skylight near the Facilities Hospital on Treys Street, and it's easy to spot because it has a Batman face painted on it."

I introduced him to you, this genius pharmacist. He said if you could arrive before he dies of pain and successfully detoxify him, he'd be willing to pay $300 for treatment.

In the past two days, Lynn and Mike have also mobilized the members of the Fountain Gang to help him promote his antidote.

He also promised to provide a 10% referral fee as a thank you if the treatment was successfully completed.

"Okay, Tres Street, right? Let's go there now."

Lynn touched the Glock pistol bulging in the middle of the four bottles of antidote he still had in his pocket, nodded to the female homeless woman, and then took out $30 from his pocket and handed it to her.

"Hey, I thought I'd get it after the treatment was successful... Anyway, thanks, I'm worried my damn period will stain these nice pants I finally managed to snatch from some other bitch..."

The female street vendor waved to him and then quickly walked towards the Zebra & Dog Supermarket ahead.

"..."

Lynn paused speechlessly, then glanced back at Mike, who was already fully prepared.

So the two of them headed northeast.

Just after crossing I-5, I arrived at E James Way and passed through a dirty and smelly neighborhood.

Beside a dilapidated blue tent by the roadside, the two saw a curled-up figure lying face down.

You've discovered a recently deceased orc. Examine his body before the wild dogs tear it apart; you might find something unexpected.

Having seen many dead people since transmigrating, Lynn no longer felt the same fear and startled reaction he had when facing corpses at the beginning.

He quickly walked forward, squatted down beside the man, looked around, and then whispered:

"Feed? Does anyone know who dropped this?"

There are also some zombie street patrons on this street who are performing various kinds of performance art.

But the closest people to them were forty or fifty meters away, so no one answered him.

Lynn took a deep breath and then reached his hand to the back of the corpse.

"Come on, help me turn it over."

Lynn turned halfway around and spoke to Mike, who was standing by excitedly and nervously keeping watch.

"Alright!"

The guy was so excited his hands were trembling. He quickly bent down and, together with Lynn, turned the corpse over.

He was a young Black man who still looked very young, but the skin on his face was already very loose, and half of his teeth were missing from his half-open mouth.

He has a spade tattooed on his left cheek, and the corners of his mouth are slightly upturned, as if he was smiling just now.

"Another black guy from the West Sea... His nerves were damaged, he couldn't move, then he froze to death, lying forever on the street..."

Mike was already somewhat unfazed by this. He skillfully took out his phone from his pocket and dialed that familiar number.

Lynn continued to place her hand on his shoulder, looking at the system text that appeared in front of her.

[You searched the corpse of this young orc, Tom. Poor Tom had just begun his apprenticeship, learning the craft of creating some kind of enhancement agent, but he misremembered the proportions of the ingredients and created something that poisoned him.]

[You have gained inspiration from this alchemist's experience and obtained the alchemical recipe for "Lion King's Power Potion"! Character experience +10.]

Lion King's Power Potion Recipe: Western Leaf x1, Eastern Leaf x1, Empty Bottle x1;

Effect: Slightly increases your strength by 30% for one hour.

In an instant, a wealth of experience in crafting alchemical items flooded Lynn's mind, filling him with immense joy!

I can actually create alchemical artifacts now!

If we can make Lion King's Might today, does that mean we can make Titan's Elixir tomorrow?

He looked up with a smug grin at Mike, who was on the phone with the body collector, then looked down at Tom, who was still smiling.

A sense of déjà vu, reminiscent of the absurd combination of Walter White and Jesse Pinkman from Breaking Bad, flashed before his eyes, making him feel a sense of absurdity.

"Perhaps in another timeline, these two also formed a Breaking Bad duo."

He chuckled and stood up, supporting himself on his knees with his hands.

"Alright, those two old acquaintances said they'll be there in half an hour."

Mike hung up the phone and put it in his pocket, then rubbed his hands together in the cold and said to Lynn happily.

During this time, he had gotten to know Lynn well, and the young man who used to need his care in everything suddenly became very reliable.

This guy is his lucky star and god of wealth now. Being with him brings him good fortune, and he even becomes more adept at fighting when he's with him. He doesn't know why.

The cold wind on the streets of Seattle made the two men's hands and feet freeze, but they dared not leave. After all, if no one was watching over this new Gundam, it would soon be snatched away by other homeless people.

"If we wait another half hour, Santos should be able to hold on, but we need to keep a close eye on these few hundred dollars."

Mike stood with his hands in his pockets, constantly alert to his surroundings.

Lynn's hand was also on the Glock at his waist, his gaze sweeping over the various alleyways of the surrounding streets.

Twenty minutes passed, and just when they thought everything was going well...

Suddenly, a rough voice came from behind:

"Hey, you white pig, get out of here!"

Tom was my friend, and he owed me $1000, and his body is mine too!