Recently revised throughout
Everyone knows that surviving the apocalypse is hard. Life is precarious, and Wei Hechi had gone hungry and hidden from danger until he finally made it to an orderly, stable era: the Alliance was handing out homes that others couldn't seize, guards patrolled the streets, and the dead could be buried promptly.
At last, he reinvented himself as a psychological healer, armed with his half-baked book knowledge and a boost from magical herbology.
Faced with a former neighbor covered in blood or an unknown gang boss, all he needed was a big hunk of bread, and he could talk them through their troubles. Heaven, sin, whatever they believed in, he'd say what they wanted to hear and do his best to help them sleep well.
Every day, Wei Hechi had to deal with people who suspected he wasn't sincere in his faith, people who thought he was spreading incorrect magical knowledge, and people who believed his far-reaching plans meant he was a mastermind BOSS.
Wei Hechi: Just smile.
What do you do when grass starts growing on your head in the apocalypse?
Wei Hechi: It's a miracle.
Bonus scene:
Every day, Wei Hechi bubbles away in his cauldron, cooking up colorful weeds.
To test the effects of his aphrodisiac and abstinence potions, Wei Hechi keeps hovering around Wen Fuchuan, watching his every reaction and move.
Wen Fuchuan: Why are you staring at me? Give me a kiss.
Wei Hechi: ...Increase the dosage.
Theme: Never give up hope
