I Became the Savior on the Fourth Day of Disaster - Chapter 108: Identity Plate - Rats in the House of the Dead Russian Member - January 1997...

Chapter 108: Identity Plate – Rats in the House of the Dead Russian Member – January 1997…

Congratulations Player! You have obtained [Identity Plate: Rats in the House of the Dead Russian Member – 1997]!

This identity plate comes with [Special Attribute: Time Freeze (The world’s time flows, but yours doesn’t. That’s right, the game means you cannot be harmed, everything about you exists independently of time.)], please check and receive it!

You currently have no special ability and need to awaken one separately, please be aware.

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Fyodor opened his eyes.

He had returned to 1997.

While others had returned to 1997 in both body and memory, Fyodor himself retained all memories of the future, with only his body having regressed to that time.

Fyodor was in a very good mood.

In an underground base somewhere in Russia, he looked at the green-eyed youth before him who was full of curiosity and said gently: Yunxi-kun, I’ll trouble you to go to the circus next and recruit that space-type ability user.

You don’t need to bring him back immediately. You just need to stay at the circus and build a good relationship with him. In a few years, [Rats in the House of the Dead] will have plans that require his assistance… This is a very long process, but I believe in you.

Facing this man whom he had suspected of being some kind of red organization leader when viewing the identity plate, Yunxi chose to seriously accept the task: Don’t worry Boss, I’ll definitely handle this for you!

Any injustice caused by special abilities – if Yunxi sees it, he will definitely deliver judgment! At most in a few years, Yunxi will surely spread the red glory of [Rats in the House of the Dead] across the entire world!

Fyodor smiled slightly.

To be honest, Fyodor didn’t believe at all that Yunxi would handle things properly. But it didn’t matter – what Fyodor needed most was a chance to start over and Yunxi and Gogol who would assist him at the critical moment.

Before that, if Yunxi could roughly report his current situation to him, that would already be an unexpected pleasure.

Little Gogol welcomed a new circus master.

The new master was cruel and tyrannical. On his first day, he brutally killed the original master, and countless more people would die by his hands afterward. The causes of these deaths were bizarre and varied – some people even died from cremation.

But Little Gogol didn’t care about any of this. In Little Gogol’s eyes, it would be best if all those people he disliked were dead.

The new master was suspected to be a pedophile.

Little Gogol looked at the master whose eyes suddenly lit up the moment he saw him, thinking expressionlessly.

Yunxi only felt that the child before him was the cutest he had seen since entering the game, without exception. No wonder he was the ability user his current boss had asked him to find – just his appearance showed he wasn’t an ordinary NPC.

But even if he wasn’t an ordinary NPC, given his current undeveloped state with height only reaching Yunxi’s chest, Yunxi didn’t need to worry at all about things going wrong.

So Yunxi reached out, patted the other’s head, and then suddenly hugged him tightly for a quick sniff before he could resist.

Such a cute kid! Just a bit…Yunxi dazedly released his hold, staggering back two steps. Damn, a bit smelly.

Before Little Gogol could react, the new troupe leader barked loudly, Why are you standing there? Heat water and give him a bath!

Little Gogol finished bathing with a grim expression, mentally preparing for an imminent fight.

However, the new troupe leader with sea-green eyes did nothing of the sort. Instead, he brought Little Gogol a new set of clothes, examined his frostbitten fingers, and carefully applied medication to them.

Little Gogol waited and waited, until finally the man went to bed and turned off the lights.

Little Gogol tightened his grip on the razor blade hidden between his fingers.

Then he found himself pulled into a warm embrace.

Little Gogol’s heterochromatic gold-and-silver eyes widened slowly.

There was no force, no movements that made Little Gogol uncomfortable. He only felt the man gently pat his back and say, Sleep now.

It’s already very late.

Little Gogol hesitated for a long time.

Then, recalling the rare embraces his mother had given him before her mental illness worsened, he slowly closed his eyes.

Years passed.

During these years, Yunxi had been thriving in the circus.

Every day upon waking, he would bother other circus members, show favoritism toward Little Gogol, and during free time, brainwash everyone around him with communist ideology. When he encountered problems he couldn’t solve, he would turn to Fyodor, who always had appropriate methods to help him.

Yunxi only returned to the Rats in the House of the Dead a few times.

The first time was when Yunxi wanted to ask Fyodor for money.

During this visit, Yunxi noticed a black-haired Russian child by Fyodor’s side, who appeared even younger than Gogol.

The black-haired child seemed particularly timid around Yunxi and Fyodor and didn’t appear very intelligent. Yunxi couldn’t understand why Fyodor kept him around.

But the great red glory would never abandon anyone, so Yunxi encouragingly patted the black-haired child’s head and gave him a booklet compiled based on books from his own world.

The black-haired child seemed to struggle with understanding it, but Fyodor showed great interest.

Please rest assured, Yunxi-kun, I will teach him, said Fyodor, holding the booklet.

The second time Yunxi returned was because he heard there was someone like him in the Rats in the House of the Dead, and Yunxi wanted to see if they were a player.

Before Yunxi could reach the Rats in the House of the Dead’s base, the black-haired Russian child from last time appeared, accompanied by a white-and-purple haired Russian man, and they ran into Yunxi.

Fyodor’s voice came from the phone the black-haired child was holding: Sigma, it seems you and Yunxi-kun are indeed of the same kind. After all, you want to return to your ‘hometown,’ and your special ability indicates your hometown is near Yunxi-kun…

So, have you really not considered joining the Rats in the House of the Dead?

Yunxi wanted to question whether Fyodor was simply using him, but then heard Fyodor say, Yunxi-kun, are you short on money again? How much do you need this time?

Yunxi: …

With a little guilt and a lot of joy, Yunxi persuaded Sigma to join the Rats in the House of the Dead.

You heard him, our Boss is very generous! Yunxi said. You definitely won’t earn more anywhere else!

Besides, it’s not far from my circus. You can come visit me on your days off!

Sigma was clearly exasperated, but looking into Yunxi’s eyes, he still agreed.

The third time Yunxi returned was when Sigma’s special ability became coveted by outsiders, and he was kidnapped on his way to Yunxi’s circus.

Yunxi didn’t like Sigma as much as he liked Gogol, but his fondness for Sigma was still significantly higher than for ordinary NPCs.

Facing the organization that wanted to capture Sigma, Yunxi awakened a purely offensive special ability, successfully killing all enemies in sight and bringing Sigma back.

Fyodor seemed somewhat disappointed, but looking at the satellite map showing the island Yunxi had completely destroyed, he didn’t say much, only stating that [Rats in the House of the Dead] would clean up the remnants of the opposing organization.

The fourth time Yunxi visited was to share the nickname he’d given Gogol – Korya – and to ask Fyodor when he would need Gogol, as he wanted to send Gogol to school and wondered if that would be acceptable.

Fyodor now had a mind-reading esper by his side, who voiced Fyodor’s thoughts: Gogol-kun’s nickname is quite nice, but I suppose you wouldn’t want it to be used by others?

Yunxi wanted to argue, but the mind-reading esper continued for Fyodor: Also, I suspect Gogol-kun wouldn’t want to attend school anyway, so my answer doesn’t really matter.

Yunxi: .

Yunxi began to suspect that Fyodor didn’t consider him his most important subordinate at all.

But Fyodor was right – Gogol absolutely refused to go to school.

In the circus master’s quarters, Gogol looked at Yunxi with displeasure: Brother Yunxi, are you so eager to get rid of Korya?

Gogol was now 16 years old. He had reached Yunxi’s height when he was 14, and now he was noticeably taller than Yunxi.

Since becoming taller than Yunxi, he had stopped calling him circus master and preferred to call him Brother Yunxi. Yunxi didn’t mind this, so he never objected.

This time too, Yunxi’s focus wasn’t on the form of address. He just pushed the tall Russian youth away slightly and said, It’s not about getting rid of you, mainly…

Becoming illiterate really wouldn’t do!

Seeing that this approach wasn’t affecting Yunxi’s expression much, Gogol changed tactics: Korya might get bullied there.

After all, Korya has no parents, and my appearance is quite different from others… As he spoke, Gogol touched his silver eye.

Although those who dared to mock Gogol had all been taught lessons by Yunxi, Gogol still brought this up from time to time, aiming to make Yunxi carefully protect him under his wing again.

Just like now.

Yunxi knew Gogol was playing the victim card, but he fell for it every time.

So when the school was completed and the principal contacted Yunxi to ask about the student he wanted to enroll, he received Yunxi’s reply: Never mind, he can’t bear to leave me. I’ll teach him myself.

Principal: …

This benefactor’s child is really willful.

However, the principal couldn’t say much more, so he simply ended with, Alright, but please don’t neglect social education while teaching the child academic subjects. If you need contact information for private tutors in the future, I can provide it, before hanging up.

Unfortunately, Yunxi never ended up needing a private tutor.

After all, Gogol was truly intelligent and eager to learn.

No matter what Yunxi taught, Gogol grasped it quickly and could extrapolate insights beyond the immediate lesson.

Perhaps because of this, Gogol wanted Yunxi to teach him everything.

Yunxi was initially reluctant, but Gogol—with his silver-white hair flowing like liquid moonlight—nuzzled against him, wearing an exceptionally pitiful expression.

Yunxi suspected that if he were to push Gogol away now, the boy might burst into tears immediately.

Still, Yunxi tried one last rescue attempt: Korya, I’m at least your elder…

Gogol rubbed his face randomly against Yunxi’s smooth, unblemished hands—free of calluses or old scars—and murmured, Mhm, Brother Yunxi.

Yunxi: At least wait until you’re a bit older…

Gogol began showering him with kisses: Mhm, Korya is already an adult.

And he had been holding back for a very, very long time.

This really couldn’t go on!

Gogol insisted it could.

Over the past decade, although Yunxi had carefully protected Gogol—even fearing the slightest injury—Gogol had never stopped training himself in secret.

Yunxi, on the other hand, was different.

As the circus ringmaster, he lived a life of ease, with every need attended to. When problems arose, he could always seek help from the Rats in the House of the Dead. Initially, he relied on his backpack and martial arts in fights, but after awakening his Special Ability, he no longer needed to exert effort in combat—no one could last a single move against him.

So, setting aside Special Abilities, Gogol’s combat skills and physical stamina far surpassed Yunxi’s.

Yunxi: Wait…

Yunxi’s voice trailed off.

Gogol’s fluffy silver head nuzzled against Yunxi’s neck, and in that moment when Yunxi’s expression went blank, he grasped Yunxi’s hand, forcibly uncurling the instinctively clenched fingers and interlacing their hands.

Gogol took a deep breath.

Before it ended, Gogol pressed firmly several more times, then bit Yunxi’s collarbone as Yunxi let out a strained sound from his throat.

Next time, Gogol whispered afterward, cradling Yunxi’s face and covering it with kisses while Yunxi made drowsy, irritated noises, Next time, Korya will try to go slower.

Yunxi certainly wouldn’t agree to Gogol’s actions, but as everyone knows, after the first time, a second time comes easily.

And after the second time, Yunxi couldn’t help but wonder if there had been many other times he didn’t know about.

After all, in the game, Yunxi’s sleep was no different from being unconscious—he wouldn’t wake unless something major happened.

Thinking this, Yunxi asked bluntly: Korya, how did you handle this kind of thing before?

Don’t tell me… you did something naughty while I was asleep?!

Gogol’s eyes widened slightly.

The air fell into a brief silence. Yunxi’s mind flashed through a series of words like sleeping x, leg x, and ice|love, the emerging images growing increasingly disturbing… Finally, Gogol spoke, interrupting Yunxi’s wild thoughts.

Gogol said honestly, I forgot.

Yunxi: ?

Gogol: But that’s a great idea. Why didn’t Korya think of it before?

Yunxi: ???

Wait, dude?

In any case, Yunxi thus performed a perfect example of digging one’s own grave.

After waking up for who-knows-how-many-th time feeling utterly terrible and being rubbed against by the Clown, Yunxi finally couldn’t take it anymore.

He packed his luggage and returned to [Rats in the House of the Dead], where he received an enthusiastic welcome from Sigma.

When Fyodor returned, Yunxi’s expression remained perfectly natural: Boss? You’re here too? I came back to rest for a couple of days. [Rats in the House of the Dead] won’t turn me away, will it?

Fyodor: ?

Of course Fyodor welcomed Yunxi, but the problem was his plan was about to commence, and Yunxi couldn’t afford to be at odds with Gogol right now.

Moreover, after carefully observing Yunxi, Fyodor noticed that Yunxi’s left ring finger now bore a ring similar to the one Gogol had worn on the big screen during the movie viewing.

Fyodor suspected that this world’s Gogol had proposed to Yunxi when he wasn’t paying attention.

Yunxi had agreed to wear the ring and hadn’t taken it off since, which sufficiently proved that Yunxi wasn’t genuinely intending to stay angry with Gogol forever.

So, just as Yunxi finished unpacking with Sigma’s help, he heard Fyodor’s words.

Since you’re here, please bring Gogol-kun along as well.

Fyodor said gently, The preliminary preparations for [Rats in the House of the Dead] are complete. Now it’s time for you and Gogol-kun to take the stage.

Yunxi-kun? Yunxi-kun?

Yunxi: ……..

Yunxi felt that his boss could be quite excessive at times.

With that brilliant mind of his, there was no way he couldn’t figure out why Yunxi had come to his territory to hide. So he was definitely doing this on purpose.

Instead of raising a weapon against Fyodor, Yunxi brought Gogol over at the fastest possible speed.

Yunxi felt that making Fyodor watch gay men was already the greatest revenge against him.

Just as Yunxi expected, Gogol was extremely pleased that Yunxi had finally allowed him to meet his boss. So he temporarily let Yunxi off, merely testing Fyodor while planting numerous kisses on Yunxi’s cheeks to assert his dominance.

As he kept kissing, Gogol started trying to slip his hand into Yunxi’s clothes: Little Yunxi…

Yunxi: .

This wasn’t acceptable. This wasn’t in his script.

So Yunxi expressionlessly slapped away Gogol’s hand. Gogol reached out again, Yunxi slapped it away again…

Thus, Sigma’s expression gradually turned horrified, while Fyodor’s homophobic smile grew increasingly stiff.

Fyodor tried hard to ignore Gogol’s wandering hands and focused solely on stating his requirements:

Next, I’ll trouble you two to go to Yokohama. You’ll need to first obtain the Book page kept by their superior at the Supernatural Affairs Division, then…

Gogol immediately: Will Korya be going with Little Yunxi!

Against the backdrop of Yunxi’s protest—What do you mean ‘little Yunxi’? I’ve been meaning to say this, Korya, you have no sense of propriety!—Fyodor stated, Yes, it’s something that requires both of your cooperation to accomplish. A matter of great importance.

However, before that, Gogol-kun, there are some matters I wish to discuss with you.

In the study, a restless white-haired clown and a slightly hunchbacked information broker sat facing each other.

The information broker clearly knew the clown’s temperament well, so he did not beat around the bush.

Gogol-kun, you and Yunxi-kun have been together for many years now, haven’t you?

Fyodor wore his signature smile: Aren’t you curious? Curious about why Yunxi-kun never gets injured, why he doesn’t age, and why he often falls into unexplained slumber. Doesn’t that… worry you?

Don’t misunderstand, Fyodor interrupted Gogol’s increasingly sharp tone. Our ideals don’t conflict. Moreover, I also wish to help you.

Gogol wanted to say that such lies from the other could only fool someone like Sigma.

But Fyodor continued, Keeping a free bird caged must cause you pain as well, doesn’t it?

Gogol’s eyes flickered.