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

On the morning of the second day, the weather finally cleared up, but a cold wind was still blowing in the streets, making it feel like early winter.

Last night, Lynn went to the nearby supermarket and bought herself enough thermal underwear and a coat. Now she doesn't look like a destitute, waiting-to-die Gundam on the street at all.

Mike also dressed himself in a thick leather jacket, jeans, and snow boots, and put on a black soft hat on his bald head with the Satan tattoo.

The two had just left their cramped, small, yet warm and sheltered basement.

"Squeak~"

Then came the sound of a car screeching to a stop.

"Ha, look at our pharmacist, he's dressed quite stylishly!"

A somewhat familiar voice came from beside him. Lynn looked in the direction of the voice and saw the bald Latino man who had previously framed him for killing Thomas.

"Hey, I remember I owe $1, and I'm trying my best to raise the money!"

Lynn immediately shouted at him. The feeling of being targeted by a gang made him, a student from Dongda University who had grown up in a peaceful environment, feel very uncomfortable and scared.

Even though we now have warlock skills and systems, we still don't want to confront such gangs head-on.

"Hey, hey, bro, I didn't ask you to pay me back now, there are still 7 days, aren't there?"

The bald Latino man and his black underling exchanged a glance, chuckled, and revealed a set of white teeth.

"And who are you?"

Mike then stepped out and positioned himself diagonally between Lynn and the other person.

"We already came to see him yesterday. Someone in our gang has been poisoned and needs the pharmacist's treatment."

The bald man shrugged, making a helpless expression.

"Poisoning? Who's been poisoned? What kind of poisoning?"

"Our boss, 'Scorpion' Caribou."

"As for what kind of poison he was poisoned with, I don't know. Anyway, he always suffers from insomnia, feels nauseous and vomits from time to time, and the most troublesome thing is that he sometimes can't breathe and faints..."

The gang's doctor said that he had inhaled too many different types of enhancement drugs over the years and had suffered numerous injuries; the toxicity had penetrated deep into his internal organs and was impossible to remove...

"Yes, and then the doctor was 'slapped' by the boss, who was having a headache, and blood and brain matter were splattered all over the floor."

His black henchman chimed in, his eyes filled with a mixture of excitement and fear.

Their description immediately reminded Lynn of the line from "Bian Que Meets Duke Huan of Cai": "It is in the bone marrow, under the control of the God of Fate, and there is nothing that can be done about it."

"It seems he's already terminally ill. If it were a regular doctor, he wouldn't be able to be killed. Luckily, my medicine comes from the system..."

Lynn took a bottle of antidote from his pocket and handed it to the bald Latino man.

$300.

He added.

Then, seeing the emotionless expression on the other person's face, he changed his mind.

"Or we can deduct $300 from our debt, that's fine too."

However, the other party completely ignored him and did not take his medicine. Instead, he grabbed his shoulder and pulled him into the car, causing Lynn to fall onto the back seat.

"The boss also said that you have to go there in person, otherwise he won't feel at ease taking the medicine."

There was no room for negotiation; the black henchman sat next to Lynn, staring intently at him.

"You're not allowed to go, big guy. The boss only wants the pharmacist."

Seeing this, Mike hurriedly tried to squeeze onto the bus, but was pushed aside by the bald man.

"Hey, you guys better make sure he's safe, in case you get poisoned later and want someone to save you!"

The bald Latino man didn't answer him. Instead, he glanced at him, got into the driver's seat, stepped on the gas, and the Ford Mondeo sped off.

……

The street scenes on both sides of the car rushed past. Lynn was so dizzy from the fall that she couldn't immediately see which way the car was going.

All I could see were the brightly lit streets rushing by, and the car soon entered a dilapidated and dirty area.

Two streetlights, each about 5 meters long, lay askew on the ground, covered with wire and various metal pieces, forming a makeshift roadblock.

The bald man honked the horn four times, twice long and twice short, and a steel cable attached to the left-hand roadblock was lifted up, revealing a space just wide enough for one car to pass through.

As the car drove past, Lynn saw two burly Latino men, each holding an AKM and wearing a headscarf, guarding their vehicle warily.

The tents on this street are noticeably more numerous, denser, and more dilapidated than those at Pioneer Square.

There were also many more human figures with limbs hanging down, posing in various strange performance art styles, than over there.

Many people live in cardboard boxes that have been soaked and ruined, wearing clothes from all seasons—shirts, t-shirts, coats… layer upon layer, as if they were wearing all their belongings.

He even saw several scantily clad women, shivering in the cold wind, so thin they were practically skin and bones, holding babies in one arm and breastfeeding them while waving to them from the street.

You have entered the Undead Quarter of Stratholme, a place far more dangerous than any other area. Leave alive to receive a reward.

But as the car drove forward, some everyday scenes gradually appeared.

Although the houses along the street are still very old, they are not as dilapidated as those in front.

Bright lights shone from the multi-story buildings, and many ropes hung outside the windows of the bungalows along the street, with all sorts of brightly colored old clothes drying on them.

A group of brown-skinned Latino children were playing soccer and chasing each other in small groups. The bald man driving the car kindly stepped on the brakes and slowed down, letting them whiz past in front of him.

A plump middle-aged woman was chopping firewood or washing clothes in her yard with an axe.

Some young men, carrying guns of varying lengths and dressed in camouflage, strolled casually down the street, thoroughly enjoying the awe and envy in the eyes of passersby.

Just then, several young and beautiful women carrying bags got out of a luxury car and walked into a glamorous detached villa to the right.

This detached villa is like the floating city above the slums in "Battle Angel Alita"—so outstanding, so dazzling, so unique and standing out from the crowd.

"This should be the residence of their boss, 'Scorpion' Caribou, right?"

As Lynn thought this, sure enough, the car he was in drove drove towards the villa.

The three-meter-high wall was covered with electrified barbed wire, and two burly men wearing full bulletproof vests, helmets, and HK41 assault rifles stood at the gate.

"Truly... a country within a country, this Karib really knows how to enjoy life..."

Lynn complained, but the car was allowed to pass after a simple inspection.

Inside, the air is filled with birdsong and the fragrance of flowers. Even at the end of October, there is a flat and lush lawn. Red lanterns hang from the trees in the yard, and tall asters and a profusion of butterfly bushes adorn the beautiful courtyard, making it clear at a glance that the people living here are either rich or noble.

But after a while, Lynn suddenly felt that something was wrong!

"lantern?"

He subconsciously turned his head and looked at the few ash trees in the courtyard, thinking that this was not Chinatown, so did the Latin Americans also have the custom of hanging lanterns?

But just that one look almost scared the soul out of his body!

That's not a "lantern" at all!

That was a head tied up with a rope!

Several human heads, already skinned!

There were even tiny white dots wriggling on it. Lynn, with his sharp eyes, had already noticed that they were actually maggots wriggling like rice grains dancing disco!

The maggots crawled to the edge of these heads, but finding no place to attach, they fluttered down like apples covered in icing...

"Ugh, ugh!"

Lynn finally couldn't hold back the intense nausea rising from the bottom of her heart, so she stuck her head out of the car window and vomited violently.

[You have discovered the warlock's spellcasting material, "Frosted Apple"].