Apocalypse Summoner: A Damage Dealer with Healing Powers

Bai Shu, who had been fused with zombie genes and turned into an immortal, died in a zombie horde at the last moment while covering the people’s escape after the base was breached. When he woke again, it was three hundred years later, and he was a sixteen-year-old freshman at Baichuan Academy. Zombies were gone, and mutant creatures had swept across the nation. Humans awakened elemental powers and summoned ancestral spirits to fight alongside them. However, a lack of ancient texts and a break in cultural traditions had made summoners scarce. Academies across the country organized a national youth tournament to select outstanding teenagers and send them into a secret realm in hopes of bringing about change. Baichuan Academy was a rising dark horse in the Southern District, famous for its swift attacks. But with no healing or staying power, it had been eliminated in the regional semifinals. Everyone thought Baichuan had no chance of reaching the national tournament. Until they saw a delicate-featured first-year student on the field. With an exceptional sense for battle and a sweet, well-behaved face, this powerful attacker could eliminate opponents single-handedly without even relying on an ancestral spirit. Then they looked again: Holy grass, he’s a healer! Looked closer: Wait, why does this guy have so many fully awakened ancestral spirits?! From the regional preliminaries all the way to the national tournament, from joining the youth training camp to exploring the secret realm. Human ancestral spirits, underworld ghost officials, divine spirits and magical creatures… China’s dazzling civilization once again unfolded before the world. * For Bai Shu, simply no longer being treated as a freak and getting to eat delicious food were things he’d never dared imagine. Having ancestral spirits fight by his side and meeting like-minded friends brought him even greater happiness. He would do everything in his power to protect these lovely people, even if it cost him his life! But something seemed a little different. Teammates: Don’t worry, junior. What kind of captain can’t protect his healer? … (grabbing him by the scruff) Healer, stop charging into the front lines! Opponents: I heard there’s a captain who actually withholds his teammates’ snacks? Outrageous! Why not join our team instead? We’ll keep you stocked with snacks! Team·Withholds Snacks·Actually Really Good·Captain: Stealing our healer will bring down heavenly retribution :). A sincere, inarticulate bottom * a smooth-talking, sieve-brained top Also coming soon, an ancient-style romance: My Future Prime Minister’s Father! A flirtatious but hopeless drama queen bottom * a cool, aloof, sickly top who turns dark later on Theme: The power of teamwork is the greatest of all.