My Doomsday Healing Game

The apocalypse arrived, and zombies were everywhere. Song Zhishu, an apocalypse trainee with zero days of practice, came back reborn. He used to be an unnoticed nobody. Now he was literally transparent, so he decided to heal himself while healing others. When the Daejeon-dong survivor base claimed that this and that belonged to them, Song Zhishu bought up all the supplies nearby, giving them a thorough dose of healing. A light comic he’d been following suddenly went on hiatus. Song Zhishu ate hot pot online while urging the artist to update, and the otaku manga artist he’d healed wiped away her drool and scribbled away furiously. “I want a computer with the highest specs.” “I want a bag of instant noodles.” “Deal.” “How do we trade?” “I have a drone.” A light screen appeared: [Bro, we really do have drones, and they’re not expensive. Could you stop riding your bike to pick up the goods just to save money?] Song Zhishu simply ignored it.