I Became the Savior on the Fourth Day of Disaster - Chapter 107: Identity Plate - Becoming Korya's Little Bird (End) (Thanks Ningning...

Chapter 107: Identity Plate – Becoming Korya’s Little Bird (End) (Thanks Ningning…

This is the situation: Yunxi, as a youth of the new era, adhering to the principles of free love, brought his lover home after confirming their relationship.

This kind of thing normally wouldn’t be a big deal.

After all, Yunxi’s parents are quite open-minded. They themselves had a love marriage and had children entirely by choice. Their only requirement for their child is his happiness – they don’t care whether their child is male or female, nor do they care whether their child’s partner is male or female.

As long as their child’s partner is a good person, that’s enough.

Yunxi nodded, his expression puzzled: I know that, didn’t you both tell me this long ago?

Why repeat it now? Is there something on your mind?

Yunxi’s mother said sincerely: What we mean is, your lover should at least be human, right?!

Yunxi’s father patted the white-haired Russian man beside him on the back, got an electric shock from him, and only then withdrew his hand with a pained Sss… ah…

Yunxi’s father worried: He even leaks electricity… Yunxi, your mother and I are really concerned that you’re planning to use electrotherapy on your same-sex attraction!

Even after seeing his parents off and returning home, Yunxi still couldn’t figure out where the problem lay.

Yunxi chose to ask Gogol, who was slightly smarter than him: Korya, do you know why my parents can’t accept me being with a non-human?

Hadn’t Gogol demonstrated thinking capabilities similar to humans?

Gogol didn’t feel displeased about being rejected by Yunxi’s parents. In fact, he thought that for being treated as a simulation robot brought home, Yunxi’s parents’ attitude was already quite good.

Revealing the fact that his world was a real world might improve the situation, but Gogol had no intention of confessing this now.

Facing Yunxi’s question, Gogol said: Hmm… perhaps it’s because as a game character, everything about me originates from this game, while little Yunxi as a player only has usage rights to the game – other permissions still remain with the game company?

If the game company chooses to shut down the servers due to poor revenue…

Yunxi: !!!

Then Korya would be gone!

Yunxi instantly jumped up from the sofa, pacing anxiously in place: What should we do then? Can you connect to the internet and ask your company…

Gogol, dressed in a white suit, reached out and stopped Yunxi who was about to bump into the nearby bookcase.

Then, Gogol said: Don’t worry, little Yunxi! Korya definitely has a solution!

As long as little Yunxi lends Korya some electronic equipment! Korya can quickly find a way to free himself from the game company’s control!

Yunxi trusted Korya’s abilities completely.

So filial, Yunxi whispered as he watched Gogol tinkering with the computer, producing a bunch of things he couldn’t understand. I wonder how the ‘The Sims’ game company would feel if they knew about this!

Gogol’s initial actions to infiltrate The Sims official website went remarkably smoothly.

Gogol was absolutely certain this company was problematic. After all, when he opened the official website, the Sims game displayed bore no resemblance whatsoever to his original world—it seemed like just an ordinary gaming company site.

He suspected this might be the work of someone’s Special ability behind the scenes. His immunity was due to his current non-human body, but since this body also originated from the mastermind, he needed to act quickly to avoid detection.

However, halfway through his efforts, Gogol noticed something odd again.

It wasn’t the sudden control over his current body by the Sims company, but rather the website’s final security layer was unusually hard to breach. The design felt eerily familiar.

The only person Gogol knew who excelled at networking was Fyodor.

Perhaps a coincidence of fate? Gogol tried to rationalize. It’s perfectly reasonable for the creator of this higher-dimensional world to design Fyodor with similar thought patterns!

But this meant Gogol had little chance of directly hacking the website.

After all, while Gogol was skilled compared to ordinary criminals, Fyodor was naturally superior.

What to do now?

Should I visit the gaming company in person, or…

While Gogol was still muttering to himself, Yunxi—who had been intermittently chatting with someone—suddenly received a phone call.

Yunxi: Hello? Cousin?

Instantly recalling countless loyalty anecdotes, Gogol: ?

Yunxi continued: My parents aren’t angry, they just told me to think it over… What do you mean ‘will I want to change partners in the future?’ That’s way too blunt, cousin!

Just dealing with Korya was exhausting enough! He had zero interest in encountering another game character with equally… vibrant mental preferences!

Gogol’s nearly gloomy expression immediately brightened. He grinned and sidled up to Yunxi, wrapping his arms around them from behind and resting his chin on their shoulder to eavesdrop openly.

Cousin: Let me ask again—are you sure?

Yunxi waved their free hand irritably: I already said I’m sure! Why are you sounding like my parents…

Cousin interrupted: Fine, as long as you’re sure. Come to H City in two weeks—I’m buying this ‘Sims’ company for you.

Yunxi, who knew their cousin had been wealthy for years but not to this extent, was stunned: Wait! Sis…

Cousin: Enough, I’ve got work now. Bye.

Beep…The call ended, but Yunxi remained frozen with a surprised expression.

After a long moment, Yunxi finally snapped out of it at Gogol’s prompting. Turning around with a complicated expression, they said to Gogol: See, Korya? You’ve married into wealth this time.

So this is your Korya? The cousin observed with a nuanced expression. Hmm… I think I understand why Yunxi likes you now.

Korya smiled: Oh?

The other employees of The Sims were now staring at Gogol with increasingly undisguised interest.

Slavic heterochromatic white-haired beauty! Who wouldn’t be captivated by that?!

It’s nothing, just please take care of my brother from now on. At this point, the cousin turned to look at the employees of The Sims, showing a puzzled expression when she noticed the awe in their eyes.

You all… Haven’t you seen enough of Korya’s face? What’s so astonishing?

Gogol interrupted in time: Do you have other matters to attend to later?

The cousin snapped back to reality: Ah, yes, I have other appointments this afternoon.

If everything is fine here, I’ll take my leave now. Before leaving, the cousin gave Yunxi one last hug. Come visit your cousin during your next break!

Yunxi nodded vigorously: Mm-hmm!

After watching his cousin’s car drive away, Yunxi returned inside the company.

As an outsider, I won’t interfere with your work. Just show me the game version with the new gameplay updates! Yunxi said cheerfully.

The employees exchanged subtle glances before responding equally cheerfully: Yes, Boss!

Their new boss was a fan of their game, rich and undemanding—what luck had fallen upon them!

Yunxi’s first gaming session at The Sims headquarters ended abruptly after just 10 minutes.

Emerging from the Holographic Pod, Yunxi sat in The Sims’ boss office, maintaining a profound posture while contemplating life.

Staring at the innocent-looking Gogol before him, thinking about the game that was clearly excellent but obviously completely different from what he had experienced, he posed the soul-searching question: Korya, where did you actually come from?!

The most extreme possibility Yunxi could imagine was that someone from the game company had secretly entered his game, pretending to be an NPC to romance him.

The second most extreme possibility was some kind of NPC gaining self-awareness, coming to his side for his sake, with only that particular NPC able to reach him, orchestrating this whole situation.

Gogol, who had been pondering the sudden appearance in his mind of [Transfer of ownership of Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol Yanovsky’s body, Previous owner: ■■■■ → New owner: Yunxi], snapped back to attention upon hearing this. He leaned closer to Yunxi with a grin, his golden eye coming extremely close:

Does little Yunxi want to know? Actually, Clown has been wanting to say this for a long time!

Clown’s world has been real from the very beginning, Gogol stated bluntly. Clown’s world needs little Yunxi to take on the responsibility of saving it. Clown knew about this all along, so he simply took preemptive action to protect little Yunxi…

That’s right! It was to protect little Yunxi! Gogol declared loudly while rubbing his cheek against Yunxi’s several times. Clown knew little Yunxi would encounter danger if he went out, so Clown cleared everything around to protect little Yunxi…

Yunxi was still trying hard to process Gogol’s words.

Despite the weak electric currents Gogol was emitting in his emotional excitement.

Yet even so, Yunxi still couldn’t bring himself to dislike the Clown, much less blame him.

After returning home and once again being pressed against from inside by the emotionally charged Clown rubbing against him, Yunxi finally understood what this all meant.

A newbie village encounters a top-tier white-haired succubus, the player gives their all but cannot win. Yunxi’s tone was pained. He took a deep breath, then buried his head against Gogol’s neck with grim determination. Fine, what’s there to explain? Consider the real-life player yours now!

That’s what he said, but Yunxi soon couldn’t stand life outside the game again.

After all, Gogol tended to leak electricity whenever he got emotionally charged, and Gogol’s emotions peaked most intensely during… those particular moments.

Every time Yunxi felt completely exhausted, unable to offer any response, faint electric currents would emerge, forcing Yunxi to make sounds again.

And Yunxi’s vocalizations and the muscle contractions caused by the electricity would only excite Gogol further, creating an endless cycle. By the time it stopped, Yunxi would wonder if his body was about to break down completely.

Yunxi started thinking that Gogol using the [Overcoat] wasn’t so unbearable after all.

Seeing Gogol approach him again, Yunxi spoke at lightning speed: Let’s go back for a visit today!

Gogol looked confused. Back…?

Exactly! Yunxi said. Didn’t you say that besides people who want to kill me, that world also has my brothers and many admirers?

Gogol wanted to point out there were too many of them, and meeting each one would be too troublesome for Yunxi.

But Yunxi proposed a different approach: We could hold a wedding in that world first! That way we can reasonably invite everyone who knows us, plus collect a ton of cash gifts!

Gogol: .

It sounded reasonable enough, but Gogol strongly suspected Yunxi was dissatisfied about not being able to fleece other people’s [Sheep] before, since he’d been staying by Gogol’s side in that world.

However, Gogol wouldn’t refuse because of this – he was actually somewhat looking forward to it.

Alright then! Gogol agreed immediately while excitedly adding, Don’t forget to invite that online friend of yours who likes eating bean pods, little Yunxi!

Yunxi’s mind momentarily blanked on how Gogol knew about his online friend named [Bean Pods Are Delicious], but he dismissed the thought and agreed instantly: Sure! He’s really nice, we’ll have him sit at the main table!

Several days later, back in the town that served as Yunxi’s spawn point.

Dazai Osamu arrived travel-worn after receiving the invitation, his expression looking particularly half-dead. But all these emotions came to an abrupt halt when he saw Fyodor sitting at the main table with a [Bean Pods Are Delicious] name card placed before him.

Sigma, who had just arrived, also wanted to laugh but managed to restrain himself.

But when Fyodor turned his head, he saw Dazai Osamu laughing heartily and Sigma’s face straining to hold back laughter.

Just as Fyodor wanted to say something to subtly threaten these two, Yunxi popped out from nowhere and hugged him tightly.

Not just hugging him, Yunxi also gave him a Russian cheek-kiss greeting, his tone particularly intimate:

I just found out you’re Russian! Russia is so far from here, I thought you wouldn’t come. I never expected you to keep your promise – you’re really such a good person!

Why aren’t you saying anything? Don’t feel shy just because you don’t know anyone else here – you were my first online friend!

Fyodor looked at Yunxi who was standing right before him, took a deep breath under the gaze of all the guests who knew him watching the spectacle.

Fyodor suddenly felt that when he hadn’t received the invitation addressed [to Fyodor] after waiting for several days, he shouldn’t have come.

If he hadn’t come, he wouldn’t be becoming a spectacle now because of the name [Green Beans Are Delicious]…

Yunxi enthusiastically said: For you, I specially changed the main course for these tables to green beans! How about it! Now you can feel my sincerity, right?

Fyodor: …

Fyodor slowly turned to the others who had instantly turned ashen-faced.

Then, the expression on his face became like this: D

Before Yunxi noticed, Fyodor retracted his smile into: )

He just asked one more question: Yunxi-kun, what if the others don’t like eating them?

You know, my health isn’t very good, especially my stomach. I usually can only eat until seventy percent full.

Yunxi’s ancestral farmer DNA for saving food immediately activated. He switched to an expressionless face: Then I specially permit you, Fyodor, to use green beans to whip these people’s butts at my wedding!

Fyodor finally completely couldn’t hold back anymore.

He became like this again: D

Others: .

Nakahara Chuuya, who had just arrived, whispered: Was [The Demon] always as punchable as Yunxi before?

Verlaine said expressionlessly: Don’t know.

Yunxi and Gogol made their reappearance amidst the green-tinged faces of the main table guests illuminated by the green beans.

Both Yunxi and Gogol loved performing, so instead of hiring a priest or host, they chose to take the stage themselves.

Ahem! Yunxi’s gaze swept over the many people below who were constantly making sarcastic remarks to each other, saying in a firm tone, What’s all this noise? Your trivial family matters! But today we gather here to celebrate the wedding of the great Savior and Korya!

Nakahara Chuuya had no objection to raising a toast.

He never disliked drinking anyway, and moreover, there was plenty of room for manipulation when pouring his own drinks. If he didn’t want to drink, he didn’t have to let a single drop enter his stomach.

Nakahara Chuuya suddenly jumped up, pointing directly at the things on the table. Even if he might be ordered by Yunxi to have Fyodor whip his butt with green beans, he had to say: Our table’s cups are all filled with green beans too! Do we still raise our cups?!

This is just too abstract!

He felt that the wedding could be put on hold – the urgent matter right now was to find a priest to perform an exorcism on Yunxi!!!