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

Three poles in the sun.

As noon approached, the intense ultraviolet rays in Seattle felt like they could peel off a layer of skin.

The air was filled with scorching heat waves, mixed with the pungent smell of melting asphalt from the road.

On the highway leading to South King Street.

Inside the dilapidated, eight-times-used Camry, Eminem's classic "Lose Yourself" was playing at an ear-splitting volume.

"Look, if you had, one shot, or one opportunity..."

The rhythmic drumbeats and hysterical West Coast profanities echoed back and forth in the narrow carriage.

Lynn held the steering wheel with one hand and held a lit Marlboro cigarette between his other fingers.

My head swayed slightly, listlessly, to the rhythm of the bass music.

With a thought, the cold, pale blue virtual panel slowly appeared on my retina.

[Host]: Lynn

Age: 30

[Height]: 183cm

[Weight]: 60kg

【已解锁情绪】：感恩 LV2（80/300）、愤怒 LV0（20/100）、恐惧 LV1（40/200）、敌意 LV0（35/100）、爱慕 LV0（80/100）、尊敬 LV0（10/100）

[Skills]: General Medical Practice (Intermediate), Street Fighting (Beginner)

……

Without a doubt, Lynn's first impression was immediately drawn to the emotion of gratitude.

Currently, Gundam LV2's "Gratitude" is undoubtedly far ahead of the competition and in first place.

There's not much to say about that.

In this cyber hell in America, homeless, destitute people are as numerous as hairs on a cow.

As long as his underground medical practice continues, and he occasionally gives these homeless people a little treat, their sense of gratitude will never be lacking.

The only problem is the "amount" required for the upgrade.

As the level increases, the emotional value required by the system also increases dramatically.

To upgrade [Gratitude] to LV3, you'll need at least another 240 points!

These are enough to raise the emotions of two LV0 characters to LV1.

However, effort and reward are clearly proportional.

The [General Practice Skills (Intermediate)] extracted from LV2 [Gratitude] has already given him the terrifying foundation of a chief physician in a top-tier hospital in his previous life.

If you can grind your way up to LV3...

There's a high chance you'll get the [General Practice (Advanced)] skill!

Thinking of this, Lynn paused slightly, the fingers holding the cigarette between his fingers, and a burning anticipation flashed deep in his eyes.

When you really reach the advanced level, you're guaranteed to be at the very top of the American medical community, a top-tier expert who can walk sideways at the Mayo Clinic!

Then, Lynn's gaze moved down to [fear].

This is the second emotion he unlocked, and one of only two emotions to reach LV1.

Although it's only at a pitiful LV1, the [Street Fighting (Beginner)] skill it provides gives him the means to survive in this gang-ridden neighborhood.

"Besides gratitude, we also need to consciously fleece ourselves of fear as much as possible, and grind to LV2 as soon as possible..."

Lynn licked her slightly dry lips and quickly made a decision.

Inference based on systemic urine characteristics.

Once [Fear] reaches LV2, there's a high probability that it will advance to [Street Fighting (Intermediate)].

In free America, gunfights happen every day.

While basic, haphazard punches are barely enough, they are far from sufficient to completely control Mike and Kane!

Lynn's gaze continued downwards, lingering for two seconds on the "Admiration" section.

Putting aside gratitude and fear, admiration is currently the most promising emotion for quickly reaching LV1 and unlocking skills.

He already had a clear idea of ​​how to obtain affection points.

"It seems I'll need to have more 'deep yet accessible' spiritual conversations with Mrs. Hill in the future..."

Lynn's lips curled into a playful smile as she muttered to herself:

"I wonder what kind of weird skill this thing will get after it's upgraded. I hope it's not too useless..."

call……

Lynn took a deep breath of nicotine and flicked the cigarette butt out the window.

Finally, I glanced at the dismal progress of [Anger], [Hate], and [Respect].

These three emotions are still some distance away from being upgraded to LV1 and unlocking the skill.

The revolution is not yet complete; comrades, we must continue our efforts!

After a moment of reflection, Lynn slammed on the gas pedal.

At the intersection ahead, the outline of a 7-Eleven convenience store is already faintly visible in the heat.

……

Half an hour later.

Lynn drove slowly into the neighborhood where Mike was based.

Before the car even got close, Lynn suddenly stopped and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

Under the scorching sun.

Two long lines of people were stuck to the scorching hot curb like a zombie apocalypse!

The people queuing were a mixed bag, including drug addicts covered in needle marks and homeless people pushing dilapidated shopping carts, all dressed in rags and emitting a foul stench.

But strangely enough...

These scoundrels, who would normally fight each other to the death over half a moldy hamburger, were surprisingly quiet and maintained absolute order!

In an instant, an absurd thought surged into Lynn's mind.

Damn it, have these bastards been lining up since morning?

The moment that thought popped into his head, he flung it away.

No, absolutely not.

Previously, he would come to collect gratitude points around 8 or 9 o'clock every day, and no later than 10 o'clock.

But today, we've been busy "putting out a fire" for Mrs. Hill until now, and it's almost 11:30!

Standing under such a scorching sun for three or four hours?

Are these Seattle zombies going to be sent to the afterlife?

"Boss! Oh! Thank God! The boss is here!"

Just as Lynn's thoughts were racing, a booming, raspy voice came from the end of his line of sight.

McNa's towering, muscular frame stood in front of a spotlessly cleaned parking space, wildly waving his large, fan-like hands.

It's hard for Lynn not to notice him.

Because on that face, which was even blacker than the bottom of a pot, two rows of wide, white teeth gleamed wildly in the sunlight, looking like two flashbangs.

Lynn smiled silently and slowly moved toward Mike while holding the steering wheel with one hand.

In fact, given the condition of this eight-times-used Camry, it could have been parked anywhere near a garbage dump, and Lynn wouldn't have even batted an eye if it had been scratched or scraped.

The reason he lets Mike direct the parking every day is entirely due to his skill in managing people.

Being a lackey is simple; all you need to do is mindlessly flatter and fawn.

But as the boss, you have to give your pack of vicious dogs a chance to demonstrate their loyalty and value.

"Great! Great! Turn the steering wheel all the way! Reverse! Stop!! Perfect! That's practically an art form of parking skill!"

Amid Mike's exaggerated commands and effusive flattery, the beat-up Camry came to a perfectly square stop in the center of the parking space.

If a passerby who was unaware of the truth were to witness this scene, they would be absolutely astonished.

How could a dilapidated secondhand car, seemingly on the verge of falling apart, enjoy the same parking treatment as a bulletproof Rolls-Royce?

Is this fucking reasonable?

Of course, the homeless people queuing nearby were already used to this.

A pair of cloudy eyes shone with the same fiery light as Mike's.

In the eyes of these lowly, rotten people.

The important thing is not the old car, but the great philanthropist sitting inside who can distribute supplies and provide medical care, like a living Jesus incarnate!

Mr. Lin!