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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 · Ficção Científica
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555 Chs

Chapter 47 Adjust Tomorrow Morning_1

Wang Ran's expression froze.

He hadn't decided when to eat the steamed bun yet, but the bun was already drooling over him.

Piercing through the womb.

His feelings were somewhat disordered.

He stood at the door, unsure what to do for a moment; should he rush in eagerly, or should he sneak away on tiptoe?

He was caught in a struggle.

Rush in?

Wang Ran's expression froze again.

He still hadn't made up his mind about when to eat the steamed bun, and yet the bun was already drooling over him.

Piercing through the womb.

His mood was in disarray.

He stood in front of the door, momentarily unsure whether to rush in eagerly or to tiptoe away.

He was entangled in indecision.

Should he rush in?

Wang Ran's expression froze once more.

He hadn't yet decided when to eat the steamed bun, but the bun was already drooling over him.

Piercing through the womb.

But knowing full well Yiya harbored ulterior motives against him, how could he volunteer to deliver himself to her doorstep?