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

Class: Warlock, Level 2, Talents: Not Selected

Stamina: 13

Intelligence: 16

Spirit: 20

Agility: 8

Power: 8

HP: 130/130

Magic: 50/170

Experience points: lv2 82/200

Wealth: $2652.5

Skills: Excellent Eloquence (Level 1, 20%), Weakness Curse (Level 1, 50%), First Aid (Level 1, 80%), Corruption (Level 1, 50%), Unrestricted Combat (Level 1, 80%), Tight End Tactical Abilities (Level 1, 70%), Dagger Combat (Level 3, 30%)

Craftable items: Antidote (0 remaining), Lion King's Power Potion (not crafted)

Status: Normal.

This home visit also brought a surprise: not only did they treat Santos, but the other party also introduced three more homeless people, allowing Lynn and Mike to make a fortune.

Lynn insisted on splitting the $1200 he earned with Mike, but Mike refused, saying that it was money Lynn had earned himself and that he should just get a little money for his hard work as a bodyguard.

In the end, Lynn still gave him $400, which was one-third of his income. If Mike hadn't been with him, even if he was very capable, he wouldn't have dared to go to such a far-away neighborhood by himself.

He now has $2600, and Mike has saved $1500, making a total of $4100 for the two of them.

There are still 9 days left. Just think about it, that should be enough to pay off the $1 debt.

Lynn breathed a huge sigh of relief and looked up at the sky.

At this moment, the sun finally peeked out from the horizon, and the chill of late October was dispelled a little. As his mood improved, he even felt that the streets here didn't smell so bad anymore.

Moreover, the rent for this month has already been paid, so they can at least stay safely in that small basement for another month without being exposed to the wind and rain outside.

Thinking about it this way, it seems like all my previous experiences have been worthwhile.

At noon, he and Mike had a quick lunch at a fast food restaurant on the street to recover some energy. They also bought some bread and water from a street shop to take with them, as well as 50 grams of green tea with whole leaves.

Then, through Santos's connections, he bought some Western leaves, and then gritted his teeth and spent $50 in his own system store to buy two empty bottles. This whole set of raw materials cost him $200.

That's right, he's going to try to make the alchemical artifact he got from the corpse-robbing black man Tom—the [Lion King's Power Potion].

In the game, this item can increase a person's strength by 4 points. It has almost no effect on warriors in the later stages of the game, but it is quite significant in the early stages, since a level 1 human warrior only has 21 points of initial strength.

After all, this is on the dangerous streets of Seattle; you can't wait until you're in danger to make medicine on the spot.

You have obtained 2 bottles of Lion King's Power Potion, increasing your Alchemy skill by 20%.

Now that he had two potions that could increase his strength by 25%, Lynn felt that his chances of surviving on the streets had increased significantly.

It seems I should take advantage of the time when I have free time, money, and safety to hone my skills.

The two strolled around the neighborhood again, hoping to find some new Gundam models or customers who needed detoxification.

But since they weren't from the same neighborhood, the two strangers wandering around often attracted unfriendly stares from those around them.

In the end, Lynn and Mike returned to Pioneer Square together before sunset.

"Hey, pharmacists! You're back?"

This name has now become Lynn's new nickname. The entire Pioneer Square area, from the port area to the I-5 expressway on the right, knows that there is a powerful figure here who can create a cure for all poisons.

Upon their return, the members of the Fountain Gang greeted them very politely.

"While you were leaving, some people from Carlos's gang came by."

Jack approached Lynn carrying a black garbage bag, selling him a viper he had caught while whispering something in his ear.

"Oh? They're here again? Are they here to collect debts?"

Mike frowned as a bad memory surfaced in his mind.

"No, they came to buy two bottles of antidote. It seems someone in their area has also been poisoned."

As Jack took the $100 Lynn handed him and put it into his inner pocket, he said with a hint of pride.

"Even the gangsters know your name and your skills, Lynn. I think you can really get out of here and start a new life very soon!"

The young man's face no longer showed the same dejected look he had at the beginning, the kind that said "it's good to be alive, it doesn't matter if I die."

He earned $200 from selling snakes to Lynn twice. He ate well, drank well, slept well, and even bought himself a new cashmere hat to tuck his exaggerated and messy blond hair into.

"Oh, the Carlos gang is also coming to me to buy antidote..."

Lynn nodded to indicate that she understood, but Mike worriedly muttered, "If they just rob us, we won't get a single penny."

Lynn didn't bother with it; she figured she'd deal with it when they came next time.

"Achoo!"

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Lynn sneezed heavily again, then coughed rapidly.

Although the state of weakness and resurrection has been lifted, this body is still in a very obvious sub-healthy state, and the ailments that the original body contracted, such as pharyngitis and pneumonia, have not been completely cured.

Just then, his stomach started growling with hunger.

"Jack, I'm going to the supermarket to buy a dozen eggs. Remember, the cheapest kind."

Lynn, who had been walking all day, was too tired to move, so he simply sat down in Jack's tent to recover his energy. He then handed Jack a $10 bill and asked him to run an errand for him.

A short while later, Jack returned with a dozen eggs. As soon as he reached the tent, he began cursing and insulting the farmer and the shopkeeper's family.

"Damn it, a dozen eggs cost $6.23! They only cost three dollars this time last year. They've doubled the price! Are they trying to kill us poor people?"

At that moment, a gust of cold wind blew into the collar of the indignant young man, causing him to sneeze several times and almost drop the egg carton in his hand.

Lynn glanced at him without saying anything, then put all 12 eggs into the simple pot, added some water, and lit the small coal stove.

Before long, the water in the pot was boiling, and 12 eggs were floating and sinking inside, emitting wisps of steam.

"Okay, we can eat now. I'm starving."

After about ten minutes, Lynn didn't want to wait any longer, so she took them out and put them into another small pot of cold water next to her.

"Come on, Mike, Jack, each of you have two. This will fill your stomachs and also help reduce inflammation and kill bacteria."

While peeling the eggshell and eating it heartily, Lynn also handed two eggs to the two of them.

"What? Eating an egg can reduce inflammation and kill bacteria? I have a urinary tract infection, can I use this? And pneumonia too?"

Jack was taken aback; it didn't feel like he was holding an egg, but rather a piece of gold of equal weight!