Apocalypse Arrives: I Become a Powerhouse by Scavenging

Under Creamy Dingdong’s astonished gaze, a white flame appeared in Moira Lynch’s hand.

Moira Lynch held the flame and slowly approached the little Dindalon lying on the bed.

After being enhanced by the Verasi Potion, Moira Lynch’s second talent had developed to the point where she could now heal injuries and illnesses simply by getting close.

As the flame drew near, the Dindalon on the bed felt a pleasant warmth spread through its body, and the pained expression on its face began to ease.

After about a minute, the Dindalon who had been lying on the bed slowly opened its eyes and looked around in a daze.

Then it stood up and stretched its limbs. Once it felt the discomfort was gone, a joyful smile spread across the little Dindalon’s face. "I’m all better!"

Creamy Dingdong, who was standing to the side, watched this scene in shock. It took him a good while to snap out of it. He then looked at Moira Lynch, pointed a trembling finger at her, and said, "You... You’re a Healing Mage!"

’A Healing Mage?’

’What’s that?’

Just then, Patience explained, "A Healing Mage is the collective term for people who have awakened a Healing Talent."

At this point, as if it had just remembered something, Patience said, "Master, I forgot to tell you something. Across the galaxy, everyone who awakens a Healing Talent, regardless of how that talent manifests, must register with the Healer’s Guild. They are then given a rating based on their ability."

"There’s something like that?"

"Why do they have to register? Does everyone have to, even the Royals?"

Patience answered Moira Lynch’s questions. "Yes, everyone must register, with no exceptions for the Royals. This is because Healing Mages are extremely rare, and their Healing Abilities often achieve results that Medicine and Healing Pods cannot. Therefore, besides registering them for statistical and protection purposes, it also makes it convenient to requisition their abilities at critical moments."

"As far as we know, the most powerful Healing Mage currently in the Healer’s Guild is the Royal Court’s Thirteenth Princess. It’s said her talent allows her to heal an entire army at once."

"The Healer’s Guild divides Healing Mages into seven ranks based on their ability. Outside of special circumstances, such as fulfilling their duty to heal the sick and wounded during a war, they are free to do as they please.

"To ensure their safety, even a Rank 1 Healing Mage can request two personal bodyguards from The Adventurer’s Guild. The higher the rank, the more bodyguards they can request, and The Healer’s Guild covers the cost.

"In addition to that, every Healing Mage receives a monthly medical stipend based on their rank. A Rank 1 Healing Mage, for example, gets one thousand Gold Coins per month, with the amount increasing for each subsequent rank. There are also extra rewards for saving people."

After hearing Patience’s explanation, Moira Lynch couldn’t help but sigh. ’The benefits are incredible.’

’With my ability, my rating definitely won’t be just Rank 1. I’m that confident.’

’However, such great benefits for a Healing Mage also mean an equivalent amount of responsibility. After all, the Federation wouldn’t support a group of useless people for free.’

Although Moira Lynch was incredibly envious of the benefits for a Healing Mage, there was also the responsibility. She wasn’t sure she could shoulder it, especially since she still had a mountain of her own problems to solve.

’But now isn’t the time to be thinking about all this. I’m still in the game, after all.’

While Moira Lynch was lost in thought, Creamy Dingdong had already come up to her. He grabbed her sleeve with his two small paws, his eyes full of earnest pleading as he said, "Can you please save the rest of the children? They’ve been sick for a very long time."

Although Cheese Grass could cure the illness, it didn’t work instantly; they still needed time to recuperate. But the longer this illness dragged on, the more likely it was to cause irreparable harm to the children.

"I can, but what about the payment?"

Although Moira Lynch felt very sorry for the sick little Dindalons, when it came to a choice between selflessness and selfishness, she chose selfishness without a moment’s hesitation.

Creamy Dingdong showed no signs of disgust or surprise at Moira Lynch’s words. Instead, after a moment of serious thought, he asked, "What do you want?"

Creamy Dingdong thought that as long as her request wasn’t too excessive, he could agree.

Hearing this, Moira Lynch put on a serious, thoughtful expression, but was actually asking Patience in her mind.

Other than the introduction from the game system earlier, she didn’t know much about the Dindalons, so she naturally had no idea what local specialties they had.

"Patience, what do you think I should ask for?"

"This is a list of Dindalon specialties I’ve found. I suggest you pick from these, Master."

As soon as it finished speaking, several options appeared before Moira Lynch.

Manman Slices, a food made from Manman Mushrooms. They are highly filling and nutritious. Because they are processed, they taste better than the original Manman Mushrooms.

Essence Water, groundwater that has filtered through many layers of soil. It is rich in nutrients, microelements, and minerals. It’s good for the body, especially for children, and is also suitable for you, Master.

Microelement Concentrated Essence Pills, essence pills refined from a plant that only grows underground. They contain all the vitamins and microelements the human body needs. Long-term consumption has the effect of rejuvenation and life extension.

When Moira Lynch saw the last one, her eyes widened.

"Patience, are these Microelement Concentrated Essence Pills really that amazing? Can they truly reverse aging?"

"True age reversal is impossible, of course. However, after taking them, you will definitely look younger than before. Aging is irreversible; the Microelement Concentrated Essence Pills can only keep your body in its optimal state."

"I’ve decided. I want the Essence Water and your Microelement Concentrated Essence Pills."

Hearing that Moira Lynch wanted those two items, a troubled expression appeared on Creamy Dingdong’s face.

If it were anything else, he could have made the decision himself, but for these two items, he truly didn’t have the authority.

"I’ll have to ask the clan chief about this. Can you wait a moment?"

Moira Lynch nodded and said, "Tell your chief that besides these sick children, I can also help heal the other sick people here, as long as the compensation is sufficient."

After hearing Moira Lynch’s words, Creamy Dingdong couldn’t help but quicken his pace.

About five minutes later, a panting Creamy Dingdong ran back. He looked at Moira Lynch and asked, "Was what you just said about helping to heal the others true?"

Moira Lynch nodded. "Of course it’s true."