I Became the Savior on the Fourth Day of Disaster - Chapter 11: He Still Loves Stealing Things So Much...

Chapter 11: He Still Loves Stealing Things So Much…

Yunxi said naturally: Gogol isn’t here, he’s taking a bath.

Then you…

Yunxi said righteously: I’m obviously waiting for him!

The other side went quiet again, for so long that Yunxi started tapping on his phone: Hello? Hello? Are you still there?

The other side seemed to snap back to attention: So that’s how it is… Would you mind passing along a message to Gogol-kun for me?

Yunxi said honestly: Go ahead, I’ll decide whether to tell Gogol depending on the situation.

The other side seemed to chuckle, then said: It’s nothing major, just about the recent ‘Arahabaki’ incident in Yokohama…

A dripping wet arm suddenly appeared out of thin air, deftly taking the phone from Yunxi’s hand.

Then, a damp head popped out as well, carrying the scent of shampoo: Hai hai, Clown already knows about this~

My dearest friend, you’ve been somewhat impatient lately. Gogol said cheerfully, Since there’s nothing else, Clown will hang up now!

The call was disconnected.

Gogol said deliberately: Eh, isn’t Yunxi-kun going to wipe up the footprints on the floor first this time?

Yunxi, who hadn’t expected Gogol to know everything: .

Yunxi said awkwardly: Haha, what are you talking about? I was just getting my eye mask, getting ready to sleep.

Having said he was going to sleep, Yunxi really put on his eye mask and prepared to sleep.

Gogol watched Yunxi suspiciously for a while longer before taking back his phone and starting to check it.

He saw the app Yunxi had just downloaded on his phone, along with the scene of Yunxi haggling with the merchants inside.

Yunxi: [Will this poker mask fade when it gets wet?]

Merchant: [Dear, the material of this mask you selected has been carefully chosen by us. I can guarantee it won’t fade within a month as long as it doesn’t get wet.]

Yunxi: [Only one month without getting wet? What about the second month?]

Merchant: [Dear, I don’t know.]

Yunxi: [Then I’m not buying.]

Yunxi stopped talking, and what followed was the merchant’s furious one-sided rant.

Things like [For 1.9 with free shipping what more do you want?], [You’re so stingy you might as well die from being cheap], [Ahhh why aren’t you replying? You’re just a red egg!], [Kill kill kill I’ll kill all you people sooner or later!!!] and similar phrases came pouring out from the merchant, clearly very resentful of Yunxi for leading him on without buying anything.

Gogol exited and saw that Yunxi didn’t seem bothered by the insults at all – he had even bought quite a few things from other merchants while being cursed at.

Yunxi had even tried to buy weapon blueprints from one merchant, but was firmly refused.

Yunxi wasn’t angry either. He took a screenshot of the other party’s homepage and asked if their factory was located there. He also asked if they could provide him with large quantities of single-target attack bullets and handguns if he could obtain more powerful area-attack weapons.

At this point, Yunxi finally seemed to have piqued the merchant’s interest. The merchant agreed to Yunxi’s request but said that bulk purchases would require scanned copies of both sides of Yunxi’s ID card.

Yunxi said that although he had the heart of a Chinese person, he was currently in Yokohama, Japan and temporarily didn’t have an ID card.

Yunxi waited for a long time but received no reply, so he forwarded all the insults from the mask seller to Gogol, and was promptly rewarded with a block.

Gogol: .

So free-spirited, but perhaps a bit too free-spirited.

Gogol casually transferred the moisture from his body and returned to Yunxi’s side, planning to study him further while he slept. But then, a new message suddenly appeared on his phone.

It was from his dear friend, Fyodor.

Fyodor informed Gogol about all the recent events in Yokohama and tasked him with confirming the current status of the Port Mafia executive Rando, and whether Nakahara Chuuya was Arahabaki.

What a hassle, but I can leave this to Yunxi-kun, right? Gogol muttered to himself. After all, Yunxi-kun is very familiar with Nakahara Chuuya… Huh? Yunxi-kun? You’re not sleeping again?

Yunxi, who had abruptly removed his eye mask and was rummaging through his player’s backpack for items: I suddenly remembered there’s an ant nest in the wall outside. I was worried you might get into trouble, so I’ll deal with this first before sleeping.

Gogol wanted to ask more, but it was already too late.

Just like that, Gogol watched as Yunxi poured alcohol into the ant nest, set it on fire, waited a while before dousing it with water, sprayed insecticide all over it, and finally sealed all the nearby cracks with polyurethane foam.

Yunxi finally showed a satisfied smile.

This time, he peacefully went to sleep.

Gogol: .

So, what kind of trouble could he possibly get into because of these ants?

Meanwhile.

After killing Rando together with Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya walked with heavy steps toward the direction of the Sheep.

Chuuya recalled what Dazai had told him.

So, was Yunxi also sent by the Port Mafia to get close to him?

Chuuya didn’t dislike Yunxi; in fact, just as Shirase and the others had said, he somewhat liked him.

But Chuuya had an intense aversion to the mafia, which led him to start doubting whether Shirase’s initial claim—that Yunxi had stabbed himself in a self-orchestrated act—was actually true.

Chuuya, Shirase said. You’re back.

Chuuya: Yeah, I’m back—

Chuuya, stabbed in the abdomen by Shirase: Shirase?

Having succeeded in his sneak attack, Shirase dropped all pretenses.

In front of the Sheep members and GSS members, he spoke incessantly, listing everyone’s grievances against Chuuya, explaining that they’d all rather join GSS and abandon Chuuya before he could abandon them.

But Chuuya could only stare in disbelief: So… it really was you who attacked Yunxi?!

Shirase: .

Shirase: It wasn’t me!!!

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Even half-dead, Chuuya still looked deeply skeptical.

Shirase seemed to want to argue further, but just then, Port Mafia members arrived and promptly took Chuuya away.

Then, with nowhere else to go, Chuuya agreed to join the Port Mafia. But before he’d even been there a few days, he discovered that the Port Mafia had also put out a bounty on Yunxi.

For the first time, Chuuya clearly realized: Yunxi might be scummy, but he wasn’t bad, and he had never done anything to betray him.

If only he were still his companion.

Chuuya gazed at the Port Mafia’s bounty notice for Yunxi, feeling a bit sad and wanting to sigh, but the sigh just wouldn’t come out.

After all, the Yunxi in the bounty notice looked far too happy—happier even than when they used to steal wallets from people on the streets together.

Nakahara Chuuya wrestled with his thoughts for a long time before finally, staring at the array of firearms strapped around Yunxi’s waist, he managed to force out a sentence: Yunxi still loves stealing things so much.

A knock came at the door. Nakahara Chuuya closed the bounty notice page and allowed his subordinate to enter.

A subordinate with an airplane-style haircut appeared. Master Nakahara, the lower ranks have brought over a batch of employees who performed well in the lower levels. You may personally select your subordinates from among them.

Nakahara Chuuya: Alright, understood.

Five minutes later, Nakahara Chuuya found himself face to face with Yunxi, who had undergone a simple disguise. Yunxi, who originally had long black hair and turquoise eyes, now sported inconspicuous short brown hair and light brown eyes, and his demeanor had shifted noticeably.

But Nakahara Chuuya would never mistake his identity!

Because from the moment he approached Yunxi, his belongings had started disappearing!

First, an unimportant pen from his pocket, then the cufflinks from his suit, followed by one of the gloves on Nakahara Chuuya’s hands…

Before the other glove could vanish too, Nakahara Chuuya pointed at Yunxi as quickly as possible. You. From now on, you’ll be working under me for a while.

The airplane-haired subordinate couldn’t help interjecting, Master Nakahara, although he’s the only one in this group with a Special ability, are you sure you only want him?

Nakahara Chuuya almost said to let the others choose the rest, but he swallowed the words. He had just joined the Port Mafia and was still under close scrutiny. Giving Yunxi special treatment now would only speed up his exposure.

Thinking this, Nakahara Chuuya casually pointed out a few more people, treating everyone equally and instructing them all to go collect their supplies first.

Perfect, just like that! He would find a suitable opportunity to be alone with Yunxi later…

Nakahara Chuuya mentally cheered himself on. Meanwhile, the airplane-haired subordinate had already begun lecturing the newcomers:

You, Sato Ken! You, Tanaka Shun! …And you, Party Committee Secretary! From now on, you are all under Master Nakahara’s command!

No matter what happens in the future, remember—it was Master Nakahara who gave you the chance to escape the grind at the bottom…

I understand! Thank you, Master, for this opportunity, and thank the organization for accepting me!

Yunxi—now going by the alias Party Committee Secretary—suddenly spoke up, his voice ringing with unusual fervor in the otherwise quiet room.

, Party Committee Secretary, hereby swear! From this moment on, I will always remember my superior’s commands, resolutely carry out all decisions and deployments of the Port Mafia, give my all to every mission, and demonstrate my loyalty to the organization through my actions!

In terms of work results, I will actively take on organizational tasks, unafraid of difficulty and undaunted by hardship! In safeguarding the organization’s authority, I will use concrete actions to eliminate all negative voices! In upholding organizational discipline, whether in life or work, I will maintain self-discipline and firmly avoid crossing the organization’s red lines…

Nakahara Chuuya: ?

The other newcomers: ???

Fortunately, the airplane-haired subordinate stopped Yunxi in time.

Nakahara Chuuya remained silent throughout, only clearing his throat twice when the subordinate seemed about to reprimand Yunxi.

The pompadour-haired subordinate reluctantly closed his mouth.

But Yunxi hadn’t finished speaking yet. He looked at the pompadour-haired subordinate with pity in his eyes: You won’t let me continue expressing my loyalty in front of Master Nakahara—are you jealous of me?

Pompadour-haired subordinate: ???

Yunxi continued: Jealous of my talent.

Pompadour-haired subordinate: I’m not… Huh?

Nakahara Chuuya: .

Chuuya no longer cared whether Yunxi might expose himself. He directly grabbed Yunxi and briskly marched toward his office.

Although he couldn’t quite understand what Yunxi was saying, he had a strong feeling that if Yunxi kept talking, his identity card would slip right out of his own mouth!

Author’s note:

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[Ju Tang] Please check out the upcoming original BL novel Cheat Codes Distributor, But Handed Over to the State in my column~ [Cat paw]

[Ju Tang] Synopsis:

Lin Yan bound a system called Cheat Codes Distributor, tasked with distributing cheat codes in this turbulent world on the brink of apocalypse to help humanity save itself.

But the system malfunctioned and broadcast his inner thoughts.

A university teacher was sleeping when he suddenly heard an unfamiliar voice.

Didn’t my neighbor say her husband teaches advanced mathematics? Let’s give this entertainment industry system to him!

The university teacher, who actually heard a voice in his head introducing itself as the Brave the Entertainment Industry System: !!!

Government agents swiftly mobilized.

To gain more benefits from the system, they had the teacher record all publicly available advanced mathematics courses and put him in charge of youth political studies.

Successfully achieving the [People’s Idol! Peak Black-Red Popularity!] accomplishment.

Just as they managed to fight off one wave of the apocalypse with the system’s help, Lin Yan kept distributing more cheat codes.

‘Many Children, Much Blessing’ System? What use is this?

Twelve children to accumulate blessings? Modern people could never have twelve children in a lifetime! Give it to my fish—then it’ll be a real lucky charm.

And a ‘Petty Theft’ System? This can’t be right?

Whatever, if it works it works. Give it to our bureau chief—a petty theft system user starting as bureau chief? System, you’re truly blessed!

Lin Yan, who protected the world just by distributing cheat codes at home: Another beautiful day!

Government personnel (overwhelmed): No, don’t give the Daji System to our diplomat… Where’s the team prepared for Lin Yan? Quickly go interrupt—wait, how did Lin Yan already give the Daji cheat code to him?!

Feng Zhixing, who inexplicably got bound to the Daji System: ???

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