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

Thomas, the enraged orc, was once a tight end for the Seattle Seahawks, but was sidelined from the starting lineup after an accidental injury. He was then fired and imprisoned for assaulting the team's coach late at night. After his release, he became addicted to fel potions and began frequent domestic violence, quickly leading to his wife Barbara divorcing him and taking their child James. Unable to pay the mortgage, their home was repossessed, leaving him homeless.

He's clearly inhaled too much fel energy and is delirious. You've cut off his source of income; he'll surely want to kill you. Defeat/defeate/deter him, and you'll receive a reward.

At this moment, another illusory text appeared in front of Lynn.

"Another system mission? No, does he look like someone who could be easily discouraged? As for defeating or killing him..."

He looked at his own physique; he was just a skinny, average-sized Caucasian, about 1.8 meters tall, while his opponent was a muscular behemoth standing two meters tall, wielding a metal baseball bat with impressive force!

"bump!"

Another heavy blow landed, but ignoring his aches and weakness, Lynn rolled lazily on the muddy ground, easily dodging the attack.

"How am I supposed to fight this? I don't have superpowers... wait, superpowers!"

He suddenly remembered the Weakness Curse he had used once!

"But... he's a professional rugby player! He's that strong; even if I weaken him, I'll still get crushed!"

Does this mean I have no choice but to actually die in front of him?

No!

Lynn's eyes lit up!

"That's it!"

[Excellent eloquence: Encourages the other person to agree with what you say in a subtle way!]

launch!

"Thomas! Stop your foolish behavior! Think of Barbara; she left you because she couldn't stand your violence!"

The burly man, who was angrily swinging his baseball bat, wanting to smash this damn guy's head in, suddenly stopped!

"How...how do you know my name? And Barbara?"

"Damn it, no wonder she wanted a divorce, it turns out she met you, you damn adulterer! I'm going to kill you, I'm going to smash your head into a pulp!"

"When the hell was I her lover?!"

Lynn was speechless, covering his face, completely unable to understand this guy's bizarre thought process.

"Oh dear, I'm going to kill you! Kill you, and Barbara will change her mind!"

Thomas swung his bat even faster, forcing Lynn to retreat repeatedly, nearly falling to the ground again.

"Stop, Thomas, I'm not a fucking adulterer! And think about James! You're just in debt right now, you're not guilty! You don't want to be convicted of murder and have your kids spend the rest of their lives visiting their dad in jail, do you?"

Thomas trembled upon hearing this, as if struck by lightning!

That blow almost hit Lynn in the forehead, but he slowed down at the last moment, allowing Lynn to narrowly avoid it.

"How...how do you know James...?"

"Right now, you and Barbara are just divorced, and you can still visit James occasionally! But if you killed someone, your child would have a murderer as a father! Think about his future; he'll be discriminated against and ridiculed by his peers for the rest of his life, and he'll never forgive you!"

After saying this, Thomas stopped moving completely.

He stood there blankly, holding his baseball bat, letting the heavy rain soak him to the bone.

"James, my James, I... I can't let him suffer this kind of discrimination..."

"Hey, who are you? What are you doing here? Stay away from Lynn!"

Just as Lynn saw that Thomas was about to lose his will to fight and felt that his persuasive skills were about to succeed.

As luck would have it, the tent door not far ahead opened at that moment, and Mike came out dragging a two-foot-long water pipe, shouting fiercely at Thomas.

"Damn it, why are you trying to be a hero at a time like this..."

Lynn slapped himself in the face, a bad feeling rising up from within.

"What I do here is none of your business!"

Sure enough, the big black man, who had been somewhat swayed by the words, suddenly flew into a rage again, raised his baseball bat, yelled at Mike, and then turned around.

"And you white pig, what you just said almost made me feel guilty! You fucking made me lose $2000. With that $2000, I could have found a hotel to take a nice shower, bought myself a decent outfit, and bought a ton of gifts to visit Barbara and James!"

"You owe me $2000, and you're all dead!"

As he spoke, he swung the bat again, ignoring everything else, and smashed it at Lynn.

"No, stop!"

Mike panicked and rushed over with the hose, hitting Thomas on the back as he had missed again, but it only made him sway slightly without causing any real damage!

This guy is incredibly strong, no wonder he's a former professional football player!

"Damn it! You damn bald guy, you should die too! Killing you would at least net me a few hundred dollars to make up for my losses!"

Thomas was now in a state of madness, his face contorted once again. It was clear that he had taken a lot of enhancement drugs before he came, and the anger combined with the drug's effects had turned him into a berserker who was no longer under his control!

"bump!"

He turned around and slammed the bat down on Mike!

Fortunately, the latter quickly raised the water pipe to block his attack, and the two sticks collided with each other, making a piercing sound!

"Didn't you fucking eat? You're so weak! My grandma could beat you to the ground with her cane!"

Mike was physically strong, but years of taking tonics and Western herbs had severely damaged his body and mind.

Faced with Thomas's swift and powerful stick fighting, he had to dodge repeatedly, but soon he was hit many times, and even his left arm was swollen from the blows!

"I can't beat him alone when he's weakened, but with Mike on the side, it's a different story!"

【Weakness Curse: Greatly reduces the damage the target can deal for 120 seconds】.

Launch it now!

A faint black mist, almost invisible to the naked eye, shot out from Lynn's palm and instantly enveloped Thomas's head as he moved with wide, sweeping movements.

Lynn also saw a blue "-10" number floating up beside him, which was the mana cost of casting the spell.

Thomas suddenly felt half of his strength being drained away, and his speed slowed down!

Even the speed at which he swung the bat wasn't as fast as before, which made Mike, who had been completely defenseless against him, stand up in shock!

"Hey, Mother Fuxker! Getting addicted to the booster, huh? You were so arrogant just now, weren't you? Serves you right for being arrogant, serves you right for being arrogant, you asshole, son of the beach..."

Beautiful English kept flowing from Mike's mouth. He really thought that the other party was having a drug craving, which was why he had become so pathetic. Why not take the opportunity to beat him when he was down?

Thomas, who was strong and muscular, was immediately punched, kicked, and whipped with a stick, and jumped up and down in pain.

"Indeed, this skill is incredibly useful on the streets!"

He thought he had only acquired the most basic warlock skills when he transmigrated.

Who knew it would be so effective in real life? This bull, who had just been able to devour him and Mike alive, was now being beaten like a helpless second-grade child, crying and begging for mercy.

Lynn looked down at his hands, where faint traces of black smoke from when he cast the Weakness Curse still lingered.

"Hey, this is interesting, really interesting..."