I Really Am the Savior

"Three days? But I don't want to die just like that—"

The nightmare that haunted the young man lying in bed was shattered by the sudden shrill of a phone.

"I'm above the sun and the moon—"

The ringtone of an old-fashioned phone jolted him fully awake.

"Who the hell—"

His curse followed swiftly.

An elderly phone from 2019 was a rare thing, after all.

As Zhang Ze picked up the phone, he heard a groan coming from the adjacent room.

"Damn!"

"Fatty, you'll end up drowning yourself one of these days!"

There was no response from the other room, but the phone in his hand continued to roar.

After all the commotion, Zhang Ze was now completely awake. The nightmare still lingered in his mind, but when he saw the name on the screen, his anger dissipated, replaced by a sycophantic smile.

"Fatty Three—"

The nickname was swallowed before it reached his lips; after all, this was his benefactor.

"Kid, whose belly was so soft that you dragged your feet answering my call?"

A rough female voice sounded from the other end.

Just from the voice, one might well imagine a two-hundred-pound woman.

But Zhang Ze grinned and replied, "Of course not, sis. You wouldn't believe it, I was just in the bathroom."

"Hmph."

A cold snort.

"Cut the crap. I’ve got a lucrative job for you. Do you want it or not?"

The moment she finished, Zhang Ze responded eagerly, "