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!

"When is it her turn to get on the table?"


"Huo Ji will never get on the table, her performance is too good, she kills a dozen people every day!"


"No way! Huo Ji is now the darling of the casino!"


"She only got on the table the second day she came to the casino. I really hate that I didn't come that day, otherwise I could have shown that little bitch how formidable daddy is!"


The middle-aged man was shocked when he heard Huo Ji's words.


Huo Ji glanced at him with contempt, held her head high, and said arrogantly, "Gambling requires chips. You can't even afford your child's tuition fees, so how much could your one-in-six chance of death be worth?"


"Do you even deserve to be at my table?"


Huo Ji's words pierced the middle-aged man's fragile heart like a sharp arrow.


In an instant, the middle-aged man's face went white as a sheet.


Piercing laughter rang out from around.


Chapter 42 Why Should I Let You Cut in Line?_3