Livestreaming My Apocalypse Survival: Every Viewer Is Part of My Brain Trust

A college student working part-time to pay for school somehow transmigrated to Blue Star just as the apocalypse began. Countless monsters, beastmen, zombies, and demons descended upon the world. Why is everyone else's golden finger an invincible, domineering power, while mine is a livestream System? Oh, so popularity lets me draw prizes, and tips can be spent in the shop? I guess that's not so bad. I tell the viewers I'm a transmigrator, but no one believes me. They insist I'm livestreaming a game? Items from the game can actually be drawn as prizes and teleported to the viewers? What kind of black technology is this? Experimental cures for terminal illnesses, super-energy technology, classified advanced weapons, all kinds of superpowers: I'll give them all away in prize draws! A newbie transmigrator who doesn't know how to do anything? No problem, I've got hundreds of millions of viewers backing me up~ The viewers are all experts. Don't know how to fight monsters? They'll teach me. Don't know how to stockpile supplies? They'll teach me. Don't know how to build a shelter? They'll teach me. Don't know how to pick up girls? They'll teach me. Is there anything these all-powerful viewers can't do? Watch Lei Ting get schooled in the apocalypse.