That day, my dog gave up his life to save my life.
I bound the [Heart Healing System] and realized that if I wanted to revive it, I would have to dress up as various "things" to save those sick people.
First mission, I was a wartime telegraph machine.
The operator who knew how to operate me died trying to protect me.
The system decided that my mission had failed and asked me to go back. I said: No.
Her last wish was to send a telegram for help and defend the city.
The traitor was among us, I found him, but I couldn't speak.
She could only watch as he framed her biological sister as a traitor and pushed her to the execution ground.
And I, a telegraph machine that knew all the truth, was being smashed to pieces by two big men with hammers.
For the second task, I dressed as a stray dog.
The system said: [Your task is to cure the sophomore girl in high school who is afraid of dogs.
Additional rules: If you are attacked by her once, the mission fails, and you and the dog you want to save are all finished.
But when she raised the broom tremblingly, I knew that we are all the same. It is so difficult to protect the things we care about.
For the third mission, I became a microphone, bound to the singer who was afraid of hearing anything.
And when I passed the song in my mind to him, he finally spoke.
Just when I thought everything was going to be fine, the whole internet started to make fun of him like crazy...
The fourth one...
The fifth...
I thought I was saving people all the time.
But it was not until the end that I realized that they were not the only ones who were cured.
And me, and the silly dog waiting for me to come home.
Purpose: To heal through despair. In the end, it is yourself who is healed.
