I'm building Gundams in America

Malcolm immediately knelt down, his hands clasped in prayer, and tremblingly spoke towards the cross and the statue of Jesus not far away:

"Thank God, thank Jesus Christ... and thank you, Mr. Wayne... you have redeemed my soul..."

"Otherwise, I might live my whole life in regret..."

As he spoke, a smile appeared on his face, and he murmured:

"Great! I've finally found my father... I'm taking him home tonight. I want to tell him that I've always loved him... even more than I loved my mother..."

After learning the truth about his life, he lived in constant pain.

What I thought was a perfect and happy family turned out to be an illusion.

His mother betrayed his father but never repented.

And he, the child caught between his parents, always took all the blame and responsibility upon himself.

This is a problem that many families face.

When parents have conflicts, it is always the children who get hurt the most.

The child struggles to understand why all this is happening and desperately tries in vain to hold onto his parents.

Amidst the constant arguments between their parents, young minds will attribute all the mistakes and responsibilities to their own existence, believing that their very existence is a mistake.

They even believe that if they didn't exist, all this pain and conflict wouldn't have occurred.

This kind of harm often accompanies a person throughout their life.

Today, Malcolm feels finally relieved and able to face it all.

He will find his lost father and tell him how much he loves him.

Regardless of whether they are related by blood.

"Forgive me, sir, forgive me for my past misunderstanding of your existence. You...you truly are a messenger sent by God; at the very least, you saved my soul..."

Malcolm said to Wayne with a devout expression:

"You are a true saint."

Wayne said calmly:

"Malcolm, my child, I am simply acting on God's will."

"It wasn't me who saved you, but the love within your own heart that redeemed your own soul."

"God only redeems those who have love in their hearts."

As he spoke, Wayne turned to look at another member of the Harvest Festival Church.

She was a Black woman who looked terrified and somewhat at a loss.

What was happening before her eyes was beyond her comprehension.

As a member of the Harvest Festival Church, she was also a friend of Adela and Malcolm, and before this, she had never questioned her faith.

The events unfolding before her eyes left her somewhat bewildered, unsure of what to do.

When Wayne looked over, she felt a little scared, unsure of what would happen.

For a moment, she felt so nervous that she almost suffocated and nearly fainted.

Wayne remained calm and spoke to her in an unyielding voice:

"Lola, bow your head."

Laura, the Black woman, trembled and involuntarily lowered her head in front of Wayne.

Immediately afterwards, she felt Wayne's hand gently placed on the top of her head, sending a very warm sensation through her.

It felt like a hot spring flowing towards her lower abdomen.

Instantly, she felt as if her chronically aching lower abdomen was being filled with the brightest sunlight, and she felt an unbelievable sense of comfort, involuntarily exclaiming in astonishment:

"Damn it, what... what did you do? This... this is like that North Korean general crawled into my stomach, I feel like I'm about to give birth to a sun!"

Because of their constant consumption of cold foods and drinks, coupled with a lack of necessary warmth and the absence of postpartum care, almost every American woman suffers from uterine coldness.

Laura also suffered from abdominal coldness after giving birth to two children.

I could only relieve the pain with painkillers.

The hand of the black-haired, black-eyed man in front of her felt like God had put his hand into her womb.

It eliminated all her discomfort.

Laura stared in shock at the dark-haired, dark-eyed man before her, and murmured:

"They're right, you really are...you really are a saint...God, this is a blessing from heaven...I never thought I could be free from this suffering..."

The man in front of her didn't stop at all, nor did he even glance at her again. Instead, he turned and walked towards the next member of the congregation.

It seems that in his eyes, there are only people who need his help.

Wayne had now arrived in front of a Native American man dressed in a suit.

Seeing the reactions of the others, the Native American didn't react much. Instead, he looked at Wayne with an arrogant expression, shook his head slightly, and said:

"Mr. Wayne, you must understand that I am different from them. I am an Indian, and I only believe in my own God."

"We Native Americans originally believed in animism and worshipped all the spiritual creatures that lived on this land."

"Even though these spiritual beings are gifts from God, my heart remains steadfast."

"Even if you really possess some kind of magical power, it's not surprising to me. The great dream catcher has arrived with his new work, 'I'm Building Gundam in America'! Our Native American shamans also possess similar powers, which I've seen since I was a child."

"To be honest, this power still cannot be considered a true divine gift. No one can represent God; only our Lord is supreme."

Wayne looked calmly at the man before him and slowly said:

"Tatanka, God has sensed your piety, and He will now bless you through my hand."

"Move the drilling rig two hundred meters north from your farm, and you will find the oil you've always dreamed of."

Tatanka's eyes widened and his mouth gaped open; his previous arrogance vanished in an instant.

His mouth opened and closed like a fish's, and after a long while he finally spoke in a trembling voice:

"God, how...how did you know..."

Because of a legend about "black oil" in his village, he has spent his life searching for oil on his family's ancestral farm.

However, no trace has been found, and instead, they have accumulated a large debt and are on the verge of bankruptcy.

Only his devotion to God kept him from having a mental breakdown, allowing him to persevere.

It can be said that the church was his spiritual pillar.

And now, the black-haired, black-eyed man in front of him actually saw through his current state in one breath.

They even pointed out the exact location of the oil-producing area to him!

You should know that he had tried to get to that location before, and it even seemed to be the place mentioned in his family's records.

He just didn't dare to try anything recklessly, since each well required a lot of money.

He has wasted too much money.

At this moment, Wayne's words were like a lifeline!

Wayne said calmly:

"God can bestow wealth upon you through my hands, and can also take it away because of your disrespect."

Tatanka trembled, his eyes no longer showing any hesitation, and he knelt down before Wayne with a thud, his voice trembling as he said:

"God bless you, Mr. Wayne. Thank you for your blessing. I... I spoke a little too loudly just now. Please forgive me..."

"I apologize to you for my arrogance. From now on, in addition to worshiping the one true Lord, I will also worship you..."

[Tatanka, from a nearly extinct druid tribe in the Demon Realm dungeon, is eccentric and stubborn. Driven by an ancestral legend, he has been drilling wells on his family farm in search of oil, nearly bankrupting himself. Moving the well two hundred meters north will reveal a small oil field, a gift from the deceased ancestors of the druid tribe.]

Just kidding, it's an oil field!

Even a small oil field is worth millions of dollars, and Tatanka wouldn't dare gamble on whether this was true or not.

Not to mention that he himself had considered the location Wayne had mentioned.

Years of experience told him that what Wayne said was 99% true!

He was even more afraid that if his attitude was not right, Wayne could make the oil field disappear with just one word.

As a Native American, he believed more in this mysterious supernatural force than the average American.

With that thought in mind, Tatanka crawled forward on his knees, reached Wayne, grabbed Wayne's hand, and began kissing Wayne's ring.

He then placed Wayne's hand on his head, looking genuinely remorseful.

Wayne didn't stop at all; he turned and walked toward the next member of the Harvest Festival Church, this time an ordinary middle-aged white man.

This was an older white man wearing glasses, who looked very nervous when he saw Wayne approaching.

He seemed rather at a loss.

After all, what just happened was really too strange.

It was completely beyond his imagination.

Only those directly involved truly understand the immense power of Wayne's few words and casual touch.

An observer would only find the whole thing strange and sinister.

Now, the bespectacled white man himself has become the person involved.

At that moment, he felt a mix of fear, excitement, and trepidation, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

"Come here, Matthew, kneel down," Wayne said calmly.

The bespectacled white man trembled all over, as if possessed, and walked up to Wayne and knelt down.

He himself didn't even know why he knelt down.

But then he felt Wayne's hand on his forehead.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a warm current, like that of a hot spring, flowing from his forehead throughout his body.

It rushed particularly into his lungs.

Immediately, he felt an unbearable tingling and itching in his lungs and suddenly began to cough violently and frantically.

He coughed up a pool of thick, yellowish-brown phlegm.

He felt his breathing become much smoother instantly, as if his lungs had been thoroughly cleaned, becoming as clean and strong as when he was young.

The air circulated freely in his lungs, and his chronic obstructive pulmonary disease, which had plagued him for many years, was almost completely cured in the blink of an eye!

Matthew was trembling all over, unable to believe what was happening to him.

He heard the man's gentle voice:

"I have saved your lungs for God, please stop smoking."

Your basic Witch Doctor skill has been improved (Master 7.1% + 0.2%).

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The air circulated freely in his lungs, and his chronic obstructive pulmonary disease, which had plagued him for many years, was almost completely cured in the blink of an eye!

Matthew was trembling all over, unable to believe what was happening to him.

He heard the man's gentle voice:

"I have saved your lungs for God, please stop smoking."

Your basic Witch Doctor skill has been improved (Master 7.1% + 0.2%).

[Experience points +2]

The air circulated freely in his lungs, and his chronic obstructive pulmonary disease, which had plagued him for many years, was almost completely cured in the blink of an eye!

Matthew was trembling all over, unable to believe what was happening to him.

He heard the man's gentle voice:

"I have saved your lungs for God, please stop smoking."

Your basic Witch Doctor skill has been improved (Master 7.1% + 0.2%).

[Experience points +2]