The panel was just that simple, with only four sparse items.
Lucas Warren thought Henry would be Henry then, since he had already transmigrated anyway. He had to get used to his new identity early on, and from now on he would be Henry Bruce.
Having been a mercenary for over three years, Lucas Warren felt one of his greatest improvements was learning to adapt to circumstances.
No matter what, stay alive!
Living well was the first priority!
As for the purpose of living and such things, there would always be time to figure that out after staying alive.
Constitution LV1 gave feedback indicating the level of an ordinary white adult male.
Henry's consciousness focused on the progress bar and the green bead.
The green bead was a Level 3 Liberation Bead, equivalent to 10 Level 1 Liberation Beads, so the panel was officially activated at Level 1.
Upgrading the panel to Level 2 required 100 Level 1 Liberation Beads, so the current progress was 1%.
The Liberation Bead obtained from liberating Bryan was actually Level 3!
This was because his strength, status, reputation, wealth, and other factors combined far exceeded ordinary people.
And that flowing mysterious essence was a skill extracted from Bryan.
Like an elite monster in online games?
Henry felt like he was playing a video game.
Before transmigrating, he loved playing "Red Dead Redemption 2," doing whatever he wanted in it.
Sometimes he became a sheriff or bounty hunter pursuing various criminals, sometimes he became various villains creating endless slaughter, sometimes he hunted various giant wolves, cougars, and other beasts.
Back then, he always felt that as a modern mercenary, he was like a modern African cowboy, wandering in the wilderness with the same adventures, same constraints, and same freedom.
Who would have thought that one day he would actually transmigrate to the vast western wilderness.
If Arthur really existed in this world, born in 1863, he should be 17 years old now.
But Henry looked around at everything surrounding him—it was all so real that he couldn't believe this was just a game.
There were also no hints saying this was the world of "Red Dead Redemption 2."
Regardless, there was only one life, so caution was paramount.
Henry suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his mind, quickly remounted his horse, and headed toward the three bandits over 100 meters away.
Henry's urgent priority now was to quickly see if there were any other gains.
Someone like Bryan was quite decent, stubbornly holding on until Henry lifted his head before dying, contributing a green bead.
In fact, Sheriff Bryan had always taken good care of Henry, but Lucas Warren, who had gained all of Henry's memories, still felt like watching a TV drama through a screen.
He felt completely like an unrelated third party with no significant emotional fluctuations.
Among the three bandits, the one leaning against the hill looked about thirty years old, with a large hole blown open in the center of his hip, his chest and abdomen still rising and falling slightly.
Overjoyed, Henry raised his gun and shot this blonde, fair-skinned fellow in the heart, instantly gaining another equally vibrant green bead.
11% of the progress bar lit up.
Happy!
Henry rode his horse to the bandit on the right side, more than ten meters away, and found this guy had a big hole in the center of his forehead between his eyebrows—definitely dead.
But Henry was still unwilling to give up and shot him in the chest.
What if there was still a surprise?
Henry thought.
However, as the bandit's chest exploded, Henry gained nothing. He could only ride his horse disappointedly to the bandit on the other side.
Regardless of the other's condition, Henry shot the fallen bandit's torso.
Huh?!
He obtained a milky white Liberation Bead, also with mysterious essence flowing on it.
This was a Level 2 Liberation Bead—the progress bar advanced 5%, lighting up 16%.
Henry enthusiastically rode his horse along the mountain path, circling back and forth like a fish pond owner searching for crawfish, loaches, snakehead fish, and eels in a nearly dried-up pond.
After spending more than ten minutes and reloading ammunition twice for his 15-round capacity rifle, Henry fired one shot at each of the remaining 40 bandit corpses, gaining another 6 gray beads and 4 white beads, but these beads had no flowing mysterious essence.
When he made finishing shots later, he deliberately avoided the bandits' heads—it would be a huge loss if there were bounties and they couldn't be identified.
At this point, the progress bar was lit up to 42%.
Henry suddenly noticed that above the progress bar, a dark gold sphere was also faintly appearing, with some mysterious patterns on the sphere.
"Why do these patterns look so familiar?" Henry muttered to himself.
Suddenly, he remembered—this dark gold sphere was something he had picked up when passing through a destroyed indigenous village during a mission.
He had liked it at first sight, and later, after returning to the mercenary city, he had a craftsman set it into an 18K gold chain as a pendant, hanging it around his neck.
Could his transmigration be because of this sphere?
The more he looked at this sphere, the stronger this feeling became.
Suddenly, he found himself in a circular space.
Mysteriously, he knew he was at the center of this sphere, with the space having a radius of 1 meter—this was inside the dark gold sphere.
With a thought, Henry's consciousness returned to his physical body.
Could it be?!
With a thought, the Winchester rifle in his hands vanished into thin air, appearing inside the dark gold sphere, floating in mid-air.
With another thought from Henry, the rifle reappeared in his hands.
Indeed, this was a legendary storage space!
With a radius of 1 meter, the volume would be 4.187 cubic meters, enough to store large amounts of supplies.
At least storing these bandits' guns, ammunition, and weapons would be no problem.
So Henry began looting corpses one by one, like an old farmer harvesting sugarcane in a field.
"This Elgin gold-filled pocket watch is nice, these two double-action Colt M1878 revolvers are also good—same .44-40 caliber, this Gurkha curved knife is nice too."
Henry muttered happily to himself while looting.
After spending nearly another hour, Henry finally completed all the looting work, placing all weapons, money pouches, wallets, and other items that could be stripped from the bandits into his space.
There were also various miscellaneous items like cooking utensils, dried food, raincoats, coats, tinderboxes, and so on.
There were 44 wallets, with a thick stack of $100 and $50 denomination bills in the waist pouch of the bandit chief who had contributed the green bead.
Henry judged from the thickness that there were at least several thousand dollars.
The purchasing power of dollars now was astonishing.
Ordinary workers earned weekly wages of $2-3, with monthly salaries around $10.
High-level workers could earn weekly wages of $5-6.
If calculated by gold price, the purchasing power of $1 now was equivalent to about $29 in 2024.
But considering price inflation, the actual purchasing power of $1 was equivalent to 100-150 times that of 2024.
In other words, just this bandit chief's waist pouch contributed the equivalent of $1 million in 2024 to Henry.
In Henry's memory, bandits on Frisco Police Station's bounty board were generally worth $400-500.
Legendary outlaws who shocked the nation could reach over $3,000.
Henry felt this unknown bandit chief's head definitely had problems, actually carrying such wealth to ambush enemies.