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

After returning from the seaside warehouse, Lynn had a smile on her face that she couldn't shake off all day.

When she's in a good mood, she'll hum a couple of Beyond songs that she loved most in her previous life, leaving the Fountain Gang members completely baffled.

Lynn naturally wouldn't tell them that he had gained a bunch of skills, a large amount of experience points, and that magical item, the "Little Red Pouch."

He had already put in the shotgun, pistol, grenades, and smoke grenades that he had bought earlier.

These occupy 4 squares.

He put in a lot of food and a lot of purified drinking water for the other two.

He tried it; the compartments can be stacked, each with about one cubic meter of space, but only one type of item can be placed inside. The rules are roughly similar to the player's inventory in World of Warcraft.

Although there are only six slots, he is already very satisfied.

After all, this is a portable space. As a World of Warcraft player, who wouldn't want such a treasure in real life?

Moreover, there are only 150 experience points left before the next level up.

Now that the debt threat from Carlos's gang is gone, he can openly start his witch doctor business.

The Fountain Gang, originally consisting of 29 members and now 30 with the addition of new member Jasmine, has begun to gradually move out of the sewers and back to Pioneer Square, the location of their original show.

Everyone was moving house in high spirits, while Lynn and Mike took a stroll around the neighborhood to relax.

They strolled near the sewer entrance, coffee in hand and donuts in hand, chatting about the old feud between Perez and Carib, when suddenly Mike exclaimed in surprise:

"Huh? Why is there a relief center here? What's the point of setting up a relief center in such a remote place?"

Hearing this, Lynn also looked up and saw that the relief point was small and was distributing food.

There weren't many people in line, only about seven or eight, unlike other places where the line stretched for almost half a street.

"Let's go take a look."

The two walked over quickly.

The people in line were mostly homeless people with blank expressions and stiff postures.

The food provided consisted of simple hamburgers and sandwiches.

The lettuce leaves inside looked somewhat withered and yellow, and the tomato slices also had an unnatural sheen, as if they had been left out for too long and were dehydrated.

Overall, it's not bad; at least it's not rotten or spoiled food, so it's edible and won't give you diarrhea.

"It's hard to believe that just over ten days ago we were living like this..."

Mike's brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly; the scene before him triggered unpleasant memories of his six months of homelessness.

"Thanks to you, Lynn, if it weren't for you, I'd still be in this situation..."

He pointed to the zombies lining up behind him.

"You, you stay away from me!"

Just as he was feeling sentimental, he suddenly heard a woman exclaim in surprise!

They looked in the direction from which the sound came.

At the back of the line, a woman in her thirties, dressed in fashionable but worn-out office attire, whose face still retained a hint of vitality, was shouting in terror at the homeless man behind her, whose body was folded up like a folding stool.

"What's wrong with them?"

Lynn walked over curiously and looked at the homeless man in the direction the woman was pointing.

Upon seeing this, his eyes widened instantly, and he felt a surge of nausea rising from his throat, almost causing him to vomit!

As the homeless man walked, white powder fell from his tattered jacket.

However, if you look closely, you'll find that these white powders... are actually still wriggling slightly!

This is not powder at all!

Instead...live maggots!

The homeless man's hair was disheveled, and one of his eyes was gray and lifeless, clearly a prosthetic eye.

His body was hunched over, and he moved forward slowly, step by step, like a zombie in Plants vs. Zombies.

Even though it was late October and the weather was so cold, you could still smell a strong stench within two meters of him!

It's not the smell of someone who hasn't showered in a long time.

Instead, it smelled of something rotten, with a fishy and sour stench!

"vomit!"

Even though the office lady had retreated as far as she could, she was still disgusted by the strong smell and the wriggling maggots falling from the ground, so she bent down and vomited!

Lynn and Mike were also stunned by the smell and the horrifying scene, and involuntarily took two steps back.

"He was injured, he must have been injured, and then he didn't get treatment, so the wound didn't heal; instead, it worsened and became infected..."

Mike, being a high school chemistry teacher, mentioned in the conversation that he had received some first aid training at school.

Therefore, he could immediately see the predicament that the homeless man was currently in.

A system notification appeared in Lynn's eyes.

Poor troll Sanchez was once a highly respected and renowned cartoonist, but a severe cold and fever caused him to miss a deadline, leaving the magazine's current issue without a chapter. Several angry readers, under the influence of alcohol, found his address and attacked him, causing him to lose his health and his left eye.

To treat and install the prosthetic eye, Sanchez spent a significant amount of his savings and time. The magazine couldn't afford such a long period without work, so they found other illustrators to fill in, causing him to lose his job and any future commissions, rapidly dropping him from the payroll.

So that's what happened...

After gagging a few times, Lynn forced himself to stay awake, stepped forward, and gently lifted the tattered windbreaker covering him.

He wasn't wearing anything under his rain jacket. Many of the wounds had been stitched up and should have healed, but they had become festering and suppurated due to long-term malnutrition and lack of follow-up medication.

The exposed wound had its skin turned inside out, covered with countless white maggots that, due to insufficient adhesion, were falling off like snowflakes.

"Sir, please, do you have any enhancers? Or alcohol would also be fine..."

Perhaps because of the sudden chill, the poor man sneezed several times, and his spirits finally improved.

He turned to look at Lynn and Mike and asked in a barely audible voice.

"Shouldn't you need food and medicine most right now?"

Lynn finally couldn't bear the sight of the man's miserable state and covered him with the clothes again, asking cautiously.

"No need, I know I don't have long to live, and my stomach can't digest food anymore..."

After the homeless man finished speaking, he remained in that fixed posture for a long time, before finally managing to utter the next sentence, as if he had used all his strength:

"Give me some wine, kind man, or some enhancement agent. I'm dying, at least these things can make my death less painful..."

Suddenly!

A powerful shock and boundless grief rushed into Lynn's mind!

He thought that after spending more than ten days in Seattle since his transmigration, he had become accustomed to the miserable world and his heart had grown cold.

But he found that his heart was still warm.

This is a living, breathing human being!

How did it become so desolate, so helpless, and so desperate?

The system scanned again.

Observe the opponent's health points.

5/70.

My health is already so low, and the total health bar is also so low. I'm on the verge of death, just like when I first transmigrated here.

Lynn recalled the miserable state of his assembled Gundam and closed his eyes in distress.

If it were any other homeless people on the streets of Xida University who saw this scene, they would probably have been numb and expectantly waiting for this person to collapse and die, then selling the body to a corpse collector to make a living or have a wild party.

But deep down, Lynn was a kind soul from the University of Tokyo!

Without hesitation, he took out a transparent test tube about the size of an index finger from his pocket, which contained a clear red liquid.

He handed the other person the medicine along with the warm cup of coffee and donuts he was holding.

"Here you go, this is the enhancement agent you wanted, and some food too."

"Take good care of yourself, and I hope you can eventually pull yourself together."

……

"Why did you suddenly become so kind?"

After leaving the relief center, Mike finally couldn't help but ask.

"I am, after all, also a human being... I feel sorry for my own kind."

After saying that nonsensical thing, Lynn shut up and didn't explain anything further.

Ever since he transmigrated here and awakened the warlock class.

Each time I use a warlock skill, I can feel a slight fluctuation of fel energy.

It was a pure evil, making him feel cold and slippery all over, filled with the stench of sulfur, making him want to get away from it as fast as he could.

But in order to become stronger, one cannot do without such power, and one will inevitably suffer from the erosion of evil energy.

I wonder how long the kindness and love in this soul of Tokyo University within me can last before being completely devoured.