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That's What A Top-Tier Savior Is!

[Nomination for Best Newcomer of the Year 2022] [First Place in Bestselling Books for the Tenth Period of the Sci-Fi Starlight Awards] [First Prize in the 2022 Sci-Fi Writing Contest] Saviors are ranked as well. The lowest-tier saviors are inefficient. They take years or even decades to save the world once, causing countless people to suffer. However, they may not truly save the world. The third-tier saviors are manipulated by schemers their entire lives. They are ignorant and naive, just like puppets on strings. The second-tier saviors pay a huge price to save the world. They may lose their spouse, suffer a disability, sacrifice their friends, and suffer many other hardships. However, in the end, they only receive a useless title or even an epitaph. "These saviors have tragic lives. I don't want to become like them, I want to be a top-tier savior!" "What a top-tier savior is?" "Light-speed salvation!" "No casualties!" "Obtaining insane profits!" "Using the present sword to slay the near future, strangling the apocalypse in its cradle, acting entirely on his will, and collecting the reward he deserved!" "That's what a top-tier savior is!"

Dream Butterfly · Ciencia y ficción
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Chapter 43 Provocative Sentiments with Skewed Pant Lines_1

In an instant, the surroundings fell deathly silent.

Bet six bullets!

The revolver for Russian roulette only had a capacity of six rounds. The difference between five bullets and six was a gaping chasm between life and death; one more bullet completely blocked any chance of survival.

Nobody bets on six bullets, unless they're insane!

Huo Ji couldn't comprehend it. She scrutinized Wang Ran closely, trying to understand why this handsome and composed Asian man was courting death. Was it because he was in debt, or was it due to a broken heart?

Or was his brain malfunctioning?

"You want to bet six?"

Huo Ji stared intently into Wang Ran's eyes. Her thick eyelashes quivered slightly, her tempting red lips parted, exhaling a scarcely perceptible, powdery scented breeze.

Wang Ran's lips curled upward.

He released the barrel of the gun and locked eyes with Huo Ji, replying with perfect Italian, "Yes, I bet six."

He tranquilly asked, "Can I skip the line now?"