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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 · Khoa huyễn
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Chapter 13: I Want to Research Your Fountain Eye_3

"After becoming a second-level Watcher, the Exchange Treasury of the Watcher's Association will also be open to you. You can exchange the treasures you need with Moda Currency and your task completion records!"

Wang Ran nodded his head, thinking that it seemed that one only really joined the Watcher's Association upon becoming a second-level Watcher.

Ding!

The assistant lit up with an orange exclamation mark.

It excitedly said, "The task publisher you inquired about has requested a video call. Would you like to answer?"

Wang Ran slightly nodded, "Answer it."

A dense array of light beams interwoven in front of him, casting a solid silhouette.

This was a Western beauty with golden hair and blue eyes, with big curls, dressed in a meticulously fitted silver armor, holding a greatsword stained with blood. Her appearance and attire formed a stark contrast.

"Hello, respected powerhouse."