Disguised Big Shot?

In a regular hospital ward, the pungent smell of disinfectant filled the air as a pale, emaciated young man lay on the bed.

The oversized striped hospital gown hung loosely, as if catching the wind, revealing his sickly, bony collarbone at the neckline. His wrists were slender and delicate, with an indwelling needle inserted, bruised and discolored due to poor blood clotting.

A gentle breeze stirred, scattering the strands of hair that fell by the bedside, adding a touch of fragile beauty. That is, until the beautiful patient on the bed started to speak.

"So I'm the Savior?"

007: "That's right, Host. You are the one Savior I've chosen from billions. As long as you agree to work with me, we can embark on the path of a Dragon Overlord's comeback. We'll be God Blockers, Demon Killers, and climb to the pinnacle of life."

The small light orb danced in the air, desperately painting a rosy picture for Bo Shuo.

"Heh." Bo Shuo sneered, completely unimpressed. His greatest strength was his self-awareness.

He was just an ordinary person, at most an ordinary person with good looks. Now, a system had inexplicably appeared, telling him he was actually the Savior and needed to save the world. How ridiculous.

What's the difference between this and "I'm Qin Shi Huang, give me 50 yuan"?

But he could refuse the enticing prospects, he couldn't refuse the system.

Bo Shuo curled his lips in self-mockery, his face deathly pale. A familiar pain spread throughout his body, making even breathing feel like a searing agony.

Ever since he was diagnosed with Terminal Bone Cancer half a year ago, his life had been given an endpoint. He was living like an undead on a bed, just waiting to be thrown into a furnace, burned to ashes, perhaps without even a grave.

Land prices here were expensive, and he couldn't afford it.

Bo Shuo impassively assessed his situation, then turned his gaze to 007. "Stop with the vague talk about saving the world for now. Tell me, what are the benefits if I agree?"

007 froze for a moment, then replied with surprise, "Benefits... yes, there are, there are."

The small light cluster floating in the air rummaged through its fluffy pockets. Finally, it pulled out a white paper covered in black text. The moment it was revealed, it slipped from its grasp and fell onto Bo Shuo's face with a pat.

Bo Shuo, suddenly plunged into darkness: "..." This thing was a bit unreliable.

He raised his hand and pulled the white paper off his face. In the light of the ward, at the very top, in the largest blank space, two simple, direct characters were written – Benefits.

Authoritative and straightforward.

007 obsequiously nuzzled up to Bo Shuo, then manually increased its brightness, acting as a lamp while waiting for Bo Shuo to read, even adding commentary.

"As long as you, the Host, agree to complete the missions, I can create a healthy body for you. And after all missions are cleared, you'll also..." gain wealth that you can't spend in a lifetime.

He was interrupted by Bo Shuo's resolute agreement.

"I agree."

007 looked up in confusion. The formerly pale youth's face was flushed with a sickly red. His eyes shone astonishingly, like the rekindled flame of long-dead bones.

Bo Shuo didn't want to die. He wanted to live, desperately.

Even after receiving the critical illness notice six months ago, with the doctor regretfully informing him he only had three months left, Bo Shuo hadn't given up.

Multiple hospital transfers, chemotherapy, countless times snatching his last breath back from death on the operating table. Even when drenched in cold sweat from the pain, the bone-chilling agony, even knowing he'd be tortured to the brink of death, becoming a withered husk, Bo Shuo refused to give up.

Even if there was only a sliver of hope, what if? What if he could live?

He didn't want to be buried alone underground, or perhaps have his ashes scattered carelessly at sea, eroded by wind and rain, devoured by insects, or perhaps have future generations point at a tombstone and sigh – this young man died too soon.

He didn't want that!

Now, he had a chance to live. Even if it was difficult, even if the chances were slim, even if the path ahead was fraught with danger, he had to try.

007, now bound to Bo Shuo, could naturally sense his emotional fluctuations.

(007 Emotion Value +50)

As this voice fell, the small light orb, which had been floating in the air, began to flicker as if losing signal, and the voltage in the entire room became unstable.

In just an instant, Bo Shuo's thoughts were pulled back. His eyes were almost blinded by the flashing. He instinctively looked up at 007.

007 was wiping away tears with a small handkerchief, tiny sparks falling from it. It was sobbing uncontrollably, "Wuwuwu, Host, you're so pitiful."

"Stop crying, or you'll have to pay if the light bulb explodes," Bo Shuo said, covering his eyes with his hand, and complained, "First, tell me what you want me to do, and what is this 'emotion value'?"

007's tone became serious. "The gods from the super popular unlimited flow anime Dream Awakening have broken free from control and want to break through dimensions into reality. For the stability of the world, someone must stop them. Thus, the world consciousness created me, and you, Host, are the seventh Savior I found."

"Our mission is to conquer all the SSS-Rank Dungeons in the novel."