Dream Butterfly

[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!"

That's What A Top-Tier Savior Is!

Using a water storage tank as an ambush was indeed a good idea.


Although Bai Fan could sense nearby water and discern enemy positions, if the enemy submerged themselves in the water, he would have difficulty sensing them.


Wu probably also took human psychology into account, guessing that Wang Ran and the others would let their guard down after clearing out the enemies at the elevator entrance. This would be the prime time for an Amalgam Monster to rush out and achieve the easiest victory.


Regrettably, Wang Ran had control over the future within ten minutes.


To obstruct him, one needed an absolute power to shatter those ten minutes, but the Doomsday Apostle clearly did not prepare such a strategy against him.


"Let's continue downwards," Wang Ran said calmly, "Everyone, stand close together. I'll withdraw the mud and magma beneath our feet and move vertically downwards from here."


Yiya silently wrapped her arms tighter around Wang Ran's arm.


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