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

"No, Marshall wasn't supposed to go to the clinic for his next drug trial in 20 days, so how could he suddenly die?"

Lynn was getting a little frustrated. After all, this was his underling, who had been alive and kicking just three days ago.

"I don't know. I took the day off to go home and get my car fixed, but in the alley next to the repair shop, I ran into two black men using needles and thread to piece together a bunch of human corpse fragments into a complete body!"

Daniel's voice trembled slightly on the other end of the phone, as if he were recalling something terrifying.

"I was waiting outside the repair shop, bored and smoking, so I went over to take a look... Oh my god, boss, you have no idea how horribly that guy died!"

"His body was divided into eight parts and then pieced back together with thread, like a rag doll torn to shreds by a naughty child and then sewn back together by his kind but clumsy mother, covered in patches..."

"And the stitching technique was terrible. There was uneven, torn skin everywhere, and a lot of it had been bitten through by maggots. There were lots of tiny white dots crawling around on it... Ugh!"

At this point, Daniel couldn't help but start vomiting.

It took him a long time to calm down before he could continue talking on the phone.

"I almost threw up. I never want to see such a cruel and disgusting scene again in my life! I was about to turn around and get away from there when I suddenly felt that this person's face looked so familiar. I forced myself to go up and take another look, and wasn't that Marshall, the little brother you took in, boss?"

"Then I asked the two black men who called to sell him. Guess what they said?"

"What did they say?"

At this moment, Lynn's heart was filled with anger and fear. He had no idea what trouble this kind and innocent little black boy had encountered or what ruthless person he had offended.

"They said these pieces of debris were put into a large black plastic bag by people in a black Ford van without license plates and thrown into a trash can like garbage!"

"Because the two of them were suffering from severe side effects from the enhancement agent and collapsed next to the trash can, unable to move, but coincidentally, they still retained basic sensory abilities, so they overheard the casual conversation of the two who discarded the 'assembled Gundam'."

"I paid $50 to buy this chat content from them."

Then, Daniel finally managed to suppress the nausea he felt from recalling that scene and, in a trembling voice, reported to Lynn what he had heard.

"That damn kid took the money from Hope Medical School and now he wants to run away? Wouldn't it be better to just be a guinea pig, get a bigger sum of money, and live a carefree life for a few more months?"

"Exactly! Those experimental drugs are incredibly expensive. How could we let him escape after three months of cultivating him? But it's really unlucky that this guy managed to escape from the lab, only to be hit by an oncoming dump truck and smashed into so many pieces!"

As Daniel spoke, he couldn't help but vomit again. He had already emptied his stomach, so all that could be heard through Lynn's microphone was his violent dry heaving.

"so……"

Lynn was so angry that the veins on his forehead bulged!

"He was taken back by the people from that clinic and imprisoned there to be forcibly subjected to drug trials."

"Then, after finally breaking free of his restraints and escaping, he was so panicked that he was hit by an oncoming truck and smashed into pieces like a Gundam?"

"Yes, that's exactly how it happened... Poor Marshall, he didn't even get a proper burial."

Generally speaking, corrupt cops like Daniel have never shown any sympathy for the lower-class Black people.

But when this scene, which challenged his values ​​as a human being, appeared before him, he was still shocked by the tragic "spectacle".

Especially since this was a subordinate who shared the same boss as him.

"Fuck you, fuck off! This world is fucking hell!"

Lynn couldn't help but recall Marshall's mother, whom he had just spoken to on the phone.

Her voice on the phone was so anxious, her worry for her son was palpable. This unfortunate Black mother had raised her son with great difficulty until he was over 20 years old. Just when he was finally an adult and able to work and become the pillar of the family, he suddenly suffered this tragedy...

Lynn slapped his face and covered it with his hands. He couldn't bear to think about how grief-stricken Marshall's mother would be when she heard the news.

"And boss, do you know what the most frustrating part of this is?"

Then came the sound of the phone being passed to someone else, followed by DeShawn's helpless and indignant voice.

"We have absolutely no evidence to sue Hope Medical School! The only witness is Marshall himself, but that damn unlucky guy was run over and killed by a dump truck driven by an unsuspecting third party while trying to escape!"

"This means there's no evidence or witnesses to prosecute Hope Medical School, and you know many neighborhoods in Seattle are poorly maintained, with less than a third of the street cameras actually functioning!"

"Even if he was hit and killed by a dump truck, we can only hear about it from the two unknown people who dumped his body. There's not even a video of the perpetrator. Even his mother doesn't know which waste disposal company to contact if she wants to seek justice for him!"

"..."

Lynn, who was covering the microphone, fell silent.

Just a moment ago, he had thought about helping Marshall get revenge, or at least getting his mother some compensation.

But DeShawn's words made him instantly realize that this was a complete mystery.

"Alright... thank you for the information, I understand..."

Lynn hung up the phone in frustration and anger, her hand gripping it tightly, making a creaking sound.

A sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart.

Tangible enemies can be defeated, but how do we deal with intangible enemies?

This invisible enemy is the already rotten American society, which is systematically wiping out all the people at the bottom of society.

The executors are every beneficiary in this system, and you wouldn't even know who to retaliate against if you wanted to.

"call……"

After his initial anger subsided, Lynn realized that all he could do was rage for a moment.

He is still too weak.

Moreover, he is not a priest, paladin, shaman, or druid who can resurrect the dead.

"Why did I have to play a warlock? I wish I had played a priest or paladin!"

He clenched his fist fiercely and said angrily.

"Johns Hopkins Medical School, is that it? I'll remember you. When my power is truly strong enough, I will make you pay the price."