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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!"

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Chapter 34: The first 3 days of the month change to 8

In other words,

the Evil God had already reached the doorstep of the Watcher's Association!

Many people were coming and going nearby, but Wang Ran scanned the crowd and could not find a single smiling face.

The atmosphere at the War Fortress was heavy.

Over the past thirty years, the decline of the Watcher's Association had become more and more apparent, and now they were cornered by the Evil God right at their doorstep.

A divine conflict was imminent.

Perhaps in the next second, the Evil God would arrive at the War Fortress and spread contamination without restraint.

Once the divine war erupted, those who had not managed to evacuate would become ashes under the might of the gods, hanging over everyone's head like the Sword of Damocles, with its chilling presence.

No one knew when that sword would fall.

"The spread of the Purple Mist is too fast!"

Wang Ran sighed.