I Became the Savior on the Fourth Day of Disaster - Chapter 112: IF Line - Clock Tower Attendant Yunxi 1 Britain Wins Again!...

Chapter 112: IF Line – Clock Tower Attendant Yunxi 1 Britain Wins Again!…

I surrender! I surrender!

Yunxi dodged the pincer attack from two Transcendents with considerable difficulty. He wanted to run toward Gogol’s side, but failed again due to their sniping.

Seeing another quasi-Transcendent holding a weapon against the Clown’s neck, Yunxi shouted his surrender at the top of his voice.

The quasi-Transcendent raised his hand expressionlessly: You’ve said that many times already.

Every time, the other party had been lying.

Because of this, the number of people chasing Yunxi and Gogol had increased from one Transcendent to two Transcendents, and finally to two Transcendents plus one quasi-Transcendent.

If three people besiege Yunxi and Gogol still fail, they would have no face to return and see the Queen.

Yunxi anxiously said: I’m serious this time!

I’ve used up the last usage of my Special Ability, are you satisfied now?! Yunxi raised the weapon he had exchanged from the quasi-Transcendent and declared loudly.

The three exchanged glances for two seconds.

One of the Transcendents who had been chasing Yunxi finally stopped: Of course.

Since we’re companions now, let’s properly get to know each other again, said the other Transcendent. However, there’s an agreement here that you need to review first.

Yunxi pouted: Do I have any choice?

Yunxi sighed and pressed his fingerprint.

Everything was settled.

Just like that, Yunxi signed an extremely unequal treaty with the Clock Tower Attendants requiring him to work for the Clock Tower Attendants for a full 25 years, while Gogol was ignored by the Clock Tower Attendants and restored to his original freedom.

Time flew by, and this was already Yunxi’s second year working for the Clock Tower Attendants.

The Clock Tower Attendants knew they couldn’t keep Yunxi harboring dissatisfaction toward them forever, so they mostly employed soft strategies in daily operations.

Now, Yunxi had been successfully accepted by everyone. All the people initially assigned to monitor him had been withdrawn, and the Clock Tower Attendants’ private relationships with Yunxi had grown increasingly closer, with joint participation in gatherings becoming a common activity.

Just like today.

Shakespeare’s voice suddenly stopped.

Um, am I interrupting you? Shakespeare blinked slowly. Should I leave now… Wish you a pleasant evening?

Yunxi buried himself completely in Gogol’s cloak and didn’t speak.

Shakespeare nodded understandingly: I see, then we’ll discuss the gathering another time.

Bang! The office door closed.

Gogol pushed Yunxi back against the sofa again, happily kissing from his hair down to the corner of his eye while asking: When does little Yunxi plan to leave?

Unlike what Shakespeare imagined, Yunxi showed no embarrassment at being caught being intimate with Gogol. He maintained a very calm demeanor, using Gogol as cover while typing on a microcomputer placed on the sofa armrest.

Hearing this, Yunxi glanced at his 591 combat power value and said while allowing Gogol to nuzzle against his neck: Later. I still have many things to do.

Previously, that British official who refused to be my subordinate has already been dealt with by me. Let me see, hmm… Yunxi quickly locked onto another direction. I’ll go find these officials today.

There are plenty of people—there will always be those who want to embezzle state assets with him.

Hehehe, Britain, daring to bring players into this, you’re really going to suffer greatly this time!

After confirming the plan, Yunxi had just closed the page when Gogol sidled up again, giving him an extremely long, deep kiss.

Yunxi wanted to push the Clown away, but his palm was tapped a few times.

It was the Clown reminding him that another Transcendent had arrived—don’t blow their cover now.

Yunxi: .

Seriously, the Queen isn’t even sending people to monitor him anymore, so why are these Transcendents so persistent?

Yunxi scowled as the Clown removed the hair tie with a red pom-pom that was holding his small ponytail. Then a hand still wearing dark red gloves ran through his hair.

Jet-black hair, dark red gloves, the black-haired boy’s slightly flushed cheeks and subconscious muffled groan, paired with the white-haired Russian’s fervent gaze and somewhat heavy breathing…

Under this cover, the Transcendent indeed failed to notice Yunxi’s reluctant attitude beneath his seemingly passionate demeanor, as well as the micro-computer Gogol had teleported elsewhere.

The Transcendent left.

It took a while longer before things settled down in the office. Yunxi leaned against Gogol, panting heavily, then immediately switched from his dazed state to full of energy upon seeing the current time.

Yunxi patted Gogol’s muscular, scar-covered arm and reminded him: Korya, it’s time to go.

And so, Yunxi spent a full month winning over numerous high-ranking officials.

Of course, winning over here doesn’t mean eliminating them physically, but rather making them his allies.

In fact, those officials hadn’t initially wanted to agree, but Yunxi was too good at making money—and too skilled at helping them make money alongside him.

Under Yunxi’s leadership, they embezzled vast sums privately while publicly creating excessive demands. Once Britain couldn’t meet these demands, they would find ways to push Yunxi to make requests from other countries.

Yunxi would pretend to refuse a few times, then reluctantly agree. Using his status as a Transcendent, he would openly go to other countries to demand resources.

If the other country agreed, Yunxi would smilingly double his demands on the spot, then—under the murderous gazes of the other side—pocket 50% of the resources himself, bringing only the remainder back to fill Britain’s treasury.

If the other country refused, Yunxi would directly announce on social media that he had taken possession of that country’s leader’s buttocks. Regardless of whether the other side clarified or had reason to clarify, once this message was out, Yunxi would have won.

The other side would then have to reluctantly agree to Yunxi’s demands, after which Yunxi would theatrically return the buttocks he had never actually taken in the first place.

Another day, Yunxi symbolically returned the buttocks of some stubborn individual who hadn’t believed he could do it, then returned triumphantly to Britain.

Under my Yunxi’s vow to protect with my life, Britain has won again! Yunxi’s voice rang out resolutely in the conference venue. Everyone has developed the utmost respect for Her Majesty the Queen. My objective has been exceeded!

Everyone present: …

They no longer needed to ponder how to handle problems without dirtying the hands of the noble Clock Tower Attendants].

Because wherever Yunxi went, whatever he did, and whatever methods he employed would be boldly disclosed on the internet. And all of Yunxi’s methods were shockingly unscrupulous. So now, the entire world viewed the Clock Tower Attendantsas an organization with particularly no moral bottom line.

Watching Yunxi begin to boast about himself again, they started exchanging glances.

‘Should we teach Yunxi a lesson?’

‘Who’ll do it? On what grounds? What if he gets dissatisfied and publicly claims he’ll take your ass away?’

‘Then we can’t just let him continue like this, can we?’

‘What else can we do? If he quits, where would we source the urgently needed supplies for Britain?’

‘…Fine. At least Yunxi is sufficiently useful.’

‘Speaking of which, why aren’t those young people saying anything? Aren’t they going to criticize Yunxi a bit?’

‘They’re too busy. They encountered Yunxi just when they were at the age of budding romance – they’re absolutely smitten.’

‘…Alright.’

Their silent exchange ended there.

An Esper looked at Yunxi: Mr. Yunxi, since you’ve accomplished this so well, we’ll have to trouble you with this aspect of work going forward too.

They certainly didn’t want to deal with those people from other countries themselves.

Yunxi patted his chest and guaranteed no problem. As a powerful Transcendent under the great Clock Tower Attendants], he would definitely achieve law enforcement with warmth, selecting angles for strikes, each blow delivered with precision, ensuring the Clock Tower Attendantsmembers could rest assured.

Clock Tower Attendantsmembers: …

In any case, amidst everyone’s silence and the superiors’ approval, Yunxi set out again the next day.

This time, Yunxi’s target remained a small country.

This small country had a considerable population but, like Japan, lacked Transcendents, allowing Yunxi to completely overpower them.

So the Clock Tower Attendantsdidn’t arrange any extra protection for Yunxi.

Yunxi was captured by an American Transcendent who intercepted him midway.

Normally this wouldn’t have happened, but the American Transcendent suddenly appeared and abruptly produced spider silk. Out of curiosity about Spider-Man, Yunxi watched for a while longer, then got scooped up in a web made of spider silk and was carried back by the American Transcendent.

Yunxi remained conscious throughout. Peering through the web at the outside scenery, he couldn’t help but exclaim when entering a certain building: Wow, the Pentagon.

American Transcendent: !

When did the other party regain consciousness?

He wanted to apply his special ability to the web again, but saw his superior had already arrived before him.

Alright, don’t scare our guest, he said. Release him.

The Transcendent wanted to refuse, but chose to let go upon meeting his superior’s gaze.

Under the Transcendent’s wary gaze, Yunxi performed a complete set of the Second Set of National Middle School Students’ Broadcast Gymnastics – The Era Summons.

While performing, Yunxi provided his own vocal counting one-two-three-four, two-two-three-four, occasionally reminding the two opposite him: I can listen while doing the broadcast gymnastics. My schedule is packed, so if you have something to say, say it quickly.

The two: …

The situation felt rather odd, but the superior genuinely began stating his intentions.

Simply put, he believed Yunxi couldn’t possibly be British and that Yunxi working for the British must be under duress.

But he was different—he was a kind-hearted American. He wanted to hire Yunxi to work for him instead, promising to resolve any troubles with the British side. Once Yunxi had worked for him long enough and wished to leave, he would let Yunxi go without objection.

Yunxi was still finishing the Era’s Call exercise routine, slowly raising both arms before lowering them, letting his hands hang naturally, and finally relaxing his breath completely.

Your offer isn’t bad, but I’m definitely going to decline.

However!

Just before tensions could escalate, Yunxi delivered a major twist.

He pulled out a stack of documents: I have a lot of British intelligence here. Since you’re the first country to approach me, I’ll sell it to you at a discount if you’re interested.

The two men: ?

The two men: ???

Seeing their continued silence, Yunxi tentatively asked, Not interested? It’s guaranteed authentic.

You can even pay after using it—I trust Americans.

When they still didn’t respond, Yunxi grew anxious.

He promptly saluted them on the spot: Long live the United States of America!!!

Surely they’d believe him now?

The two men.

It wasn’t that they didn’t believe him—it’s just that the whole situation felt utterly absurd.

Was this what Yunxi meant by loyalty—listing all of Britain’s intelligence for sale?

And Britain, have you ever considered the saying thieves are hard to guard against, especially when they’re from within your own household!

Author’s Note: This is an alternate timeline mentioned by Shakespeare.

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