An American knife seller? No, please acknowledge me as your godfather.

(The zombie glanced at the author's head, then walked away grumbling...)

(No fixed female lead, I suggest you bookmark and feature this post, those who know, know...)

"Dinner's almost ready, guys!"

Seattle, a rainy night.

South King Street.

The kitchen of Jack Ma Honey Seafood Restaurant.

Lynn was startled awake by the powerful shout.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and a strong sense of dizziness instantly swept over his brain.

"here it is?"

What comes into view is the greasy kitchen of a Chinese restaurant.

The stainless steel countertop was piled with bowls and plates covered in sauce, and the air was filled with the stench of spoiled cooking oil and expired seafood.

"Lin! You're awake. Sorry to wake you. I'm editing a video." A familiar yet unfamiliar voice rang in my ears.

After watching a series of videos about exploring the Mysterious Circle, I decided to challenge the Aotai Line on my own.

The results are obvious.

He certainly possessed Alex's courage, but not Alex's luck.

"No, it seems my luck is even better!"

Lynn's eyes lit up as he surveyed his surroundings.

As a hardcore internet user, he quickly realized that he had probably been transported to another world.

Not only did they travel through time, but they also regained their emotional awareness.

"Damn it, the ten-minute break is over, that damn Jack Ma is going to go berserk again!"

The lecturer suddenly put away his phone and jumped up on the spot: "Get up, it's time to wash the dishes again."

"Washing dishes?"

Upon hearing this keyword, Lynn suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, and countless fragments of memories flooded back.

Lynn, America.

An elite programmer in Seattle with an annual salary of $20.

She should be living in an upscale community where elite ladies gather, attending various parties and doing charity work on a regular basis.

However, he was ruthlessly crushed by capital due to an appendectomy!

At first, Lynn only felt a stomachache.

After calling his family doctor, the family doctor quickly referred him to a general practitioner.

The waiting period is three months and twenty days.

Three months later, he saw a general practitioner, who only examined him for a few minutes, prescribed some painkillers, and then sent him to a specialist.

This time the scheduling is a full four months!

When I saw the specialist, he immediately ordered several tests without saying a word.

This time, I was able to get an appointment within three months, but each hospital requires a separate appointment for electrocardiogram, CT scan, and MRI!

As a result, Lynn not only lost her perfect attendance bonus, but also sowed the seeds for the tragedy that followed.

When he finally received the diagnosis confirming appendicitis, almost a year had passed since the initial abdominal pain!

But the surgery is scheduled for six months in advance!

After a year and a half of surgery, Lynn thought her nightmare was finally over.

But the real nightmare has only just begun.

Four months later, a nervous Lynn received the bill for the out-of-pocket portion of her medical expenses.

Total: $55279.68.

The moment Lynn saw the bill, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning.

This means he'll have to pay a full $5 out of pocket! It also means he's been denied insurance by the medical company!

After calling the health insurance company, he was completely desperate.

The commercial health insurance company's reason was that he did not follow the treatment plan recommended by the insurance company and did not adopt the most affordable conservative treatment plan!

At this point, Lynn's world collapsed.

This was a devastating blow to American workers who had no savings!

To make matters worse...

The company discovered his illness during his frequent leave of absence and dismissed him with a letter of termination.

No savings, no job, and owing exorbitant medical bills.

With all these disadvantages combined, he had no choice but to take out loans to pay off his debts, and eventually ended up washing dishes at this Chinese restaurant.

It's worth mentioning that this is only Lynn's second job.

In order to pay off the loan and overdue payments as soon as possible.

Despite her body still needing rest after recovering, Lynn works at least seventeen hours a day!

After weeks of such intense work, that string finally snapped today.

"Looks like my luck isn't that great."

Lynn subconsciously rubbed her temples: "This is too tragic..."

If American Lynn continues to stay at the company's East Asia branch, his annual salary of $20 will be enough for him to live a comfortable life.

It will never be like now, killed by a minor appendectomy!

"What a wicked capitalist society..." Lynn muttered.

"Lin! Lei! You two damn lazybones are slacking off again!"

With a roar in Cantonese, Jack Ma, dressed in a bulky Tang suit, kicked open the kitchen door.

Two shiny mustaches hung on his plump face, making him look exactly like a wriggling fat mole.

"Jack Horse..."

Lynn's expression darkened as he looked at Jack Ma, whose face was flushed red.

Restaurant owner Jack Ma.

A character who embodies the true nature of a ruthless capitalist to the extreme.

They want to extract two ounces of oil from even a single sesame seed.

Seeing his employees resting is worse than killing him.

It's one thing to just verbally criticize, but Jack Ma goes to great lengths to deduct wages!

Even though his nightly wage was only a mere fifteen dollars.

Note that this is the nighttime hourly wage!

This is only because he has an H1-B work visa.

Instructors who come through the recruitment process earn as little as $13 per hour.

"Lin, are you deaf? Didn't you hear me?"

Jack Ma's narrowed eyes gleamed with greed: "Disobeying orders? Wages deducted! 30...no, 50 dollars!"

Upon hearing this, Lynn's expression suddenly darkened.

He didn't want to know how Lynn would have reacted before.

But since God has given me a second chance at life, I must live it to the fullest!

A man who can wear a windbreaker bought from PDD and withstand the toughness of the Aotai line can be bullied by a fat guy?

"If you press harder... uh..."

Lynn tried to stand up, but everything went black and she almost fell over.

This body is so weak that it can't muster any strength at all.

"He's too tired, let him rest more." The lecturer quickly helped Lynn up, seemingly unable to bear watching him suffer.

"Shut up!"

Jack Ma suddenly turned to the lecturer, spitting everywhere: "You're messing around with that crappy TikTok again! You think you're Leonardo DiCaprio? With a face like yours, even Mexicans wouldn't be interested in you! If you ever become popular, I, Jack Ma, will eat shit while doing a handstand!"

"you……"

The lecturer gritted his teeth and stared intently at Jack Ma, his face showing humiliation and resentment.

He never expected that Jack Ma, who was also of Chinese descent, would be so cold and unapproachable.

"What are you looking at? You're picking your hair too..."

"Shut your damn pig mouth!"

Lynn slowly raised his eyes, his voice not loud but as cold as the dead of winter.

His gaze was fixed on Jack Ma, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

"Lin! I think you're...!"

Jack Ma's voice abruptly stopped.

Seemingly intimidated by Lynn's gaze, he took half a step back before reacting: "You... do you still want to work here?!"

In an instant, he felt that Lynn was a completely different person.

Those emotionless eyes sent a chill down his spine.

at the same time.

A line of semi-transparent text suddenly appeared in Lynn's eyes.

Strong emotional fluctuations detected.

[The Emotional Crucible 1.0 system is loading—]

Lynn suddenly froze on the spot, his pupils dilating slightly.

Seeing this, Jack Ma breathed a slight sigh of relief.

After cursing a few more times, he knew when to stop and wiggled his hips as he left.

"Thank you, Lin, you're a good person," the lecturer said gratefully.

If Lynn hadn't spoken up, he would definitely have had another $50 deducted from his pay.

In that case, he won't be making jungle videos as a side job next week.

Instead, he plays jungle full-time.

[Thanksgiving +5]

[The Emotional Crucible System 1.0 has been loaded; iterative upgrades are possible once emotional energy levels are reached.]

The host can extract survival skills by collecting attribute emotional energy.

[Current unlocked emotion: Gratitude LV0 (5/100)]

"I don't eat beef!"

Lynn almost blurted it out, her eyes sparkling for a moment.

I thought being reborn would be a difficult experience, but I never expected to have Feng Lingyueying by my side.

Traverse the system and charge forward!

Just do it!

After the initial excitement, Lynn's expression turned slightly wistful.

In his previous life, he was emotionally unstable, but unexpectedly, in this life he gained the ability to collect emotions.

At this point, the transparent text disappears, and the system panel appears.

[Host] Lynn

[Age] 30

[Height] 183

【Weight】53kg

[Unlocked Emotion] Gratitude LV0 (5/100)

Reaching LV1 unlocks survival skills.

"..."

"Gratitude, that's interesting."

Lynn put his hands in his pockets and touched a hard box.

It's a pack of Marlboro.

In Seattle, a pack of Marlboro isn't cheap; it costs at least $13.

This is good stuff.

Looking at the cigarette in his hand, a flash of inspiration struck Lynn, and he quickly came up with an idea.

"Do you have any cigarettes on you?" Lynn asked the lecturer.

Yes, yes.

"Give me."

I took the crumpled Winston from the lecturer.

Lynn turned and went straight into the alley through the back door, following her memory as she walked towards the nearby low-rise neighborhood.

If we're talking about the people most likely to be grateful, then it has to be the homeless.

Lynn arrived at his destination in no time.

It is located on the street just two blocks from South King Street.

Seattle at night presents a strong sense of division.

They are only two blocks apart, but the environments are completely different.

On one side, there's the vibrant, neon-lit life of everyday people; on the other, there's the filth of needles and excrement scattered everywhere.

On the street, several homeless men had their arms hanging down and their upper bodies folded up in an eerie manner, like zombies in a movie.

This behavior is commonly known as 'fentanyl folding'.

Fentanyl, the legendary methimazole, is extremely addictive.

Fentanyl combined with toluenethiazide has a higher concentration than hemp leaf hign.

This is why they are unwilling to take supplements even when they are physically exhausted.

Lynn quickly crossed the dangerous area and turned into a relatively "safe" tent area.

This place is mostly populated by white rednecks and Black homeless people wearing eight layers of pants.

Their eyes were blank, and they showed no reaction to Lynn as he passed by.

The people's pupils only began to focus when Lynn spread the cigarettes evenly in the box.

It wasn't until they saw Marlboro and Winston that many people licked their lips.

Seeing this, Lynn smiled.

He knew he had come to the right place.

"Bro, wanna have one? It's free."

Lynn approached, carrying a cigarette tray, and called out loudly. A large group of homeless people quickly surrounded him.

Thanks.

"God bless you."

"Oh, you're such an angel..."

[Thanksgiving +1]

[Thanksgiving +1]

[Thanksgiving +1]...

Seeing the rapidly increasing numbers before him, Lynn's lips curled up slightly.

Hello, America.

Hello, Seattle.

I.

Lynn.

Your king has returned!