Apocalypse: My Words Have Been Blessed

The apocalypse arrives. While everyone else trains hard to kill zombies, I awaken the “Emotional Support Exchange System.” Offer zombies some heartfelt comfort, and I get a box of instant noodles; Genuinely praise a villain, and top-tier gear drops. While all the other survivors struggle amid blood and carnage, my style takes an increasingly bizarre turn. With nothing but my silver tongue, I persuade the zombie king to surrender, talk a bandit gang into a meltdown, and build the apocalypse’s most unusual base through “psychological counseling.” Then the despairing entity that threatens to destroy the world appears, and all of humanity trembles. I take a megaphone and walk to the front lines: “Hello there. You don’t look too happy. Want to talk about it?” A sharp tongue is the apocalypse’s greatest productive force.