I Became the Savior on the Fourth Day of Disaster - Chapter 113: IF Line - Clock Tower Attendant Yunxi 2

Chapter 113: IF Line – Clock Tower Attendant Yunxi 2

In the end, the United States still paid to acquire all the intelligence Yunxi possessed. Before dispatching a Space ability user with long-distance mobility to escort Yunxi away, they arranged that Yunxi would continue selling intelligence to them in the future.

Yunxi agreed without hesitation, thumping his chest and declaring that since the Americans held such a major leverage over him—his passionate shout of Long live the United States of America!—they could rest assured he would serve as America’s undercover agent in Britain.

The Americans found it absurd, yet couldn’t deny the logic.

After verifying the authenticity of Yunxi’s intelligence, they felt completely at ease and even transferred an additional sum of money to him.

Of course, they also casually sent over the video of Yunxi shouting Long live the United States of America! as a warning, making it clear they had securely stored the footage and that no incidents like sudden camera malfunctions or hacker attacks on the backend would occur, ensuring Yunxi couldn’t attempt any tricks later.

Yunxi’s dealings with the United States temporarily concluded, but this incident seemed to have unlocked a new level of cunning in him.

The next day, Yunxi lured another country into making a move on him.

The French representative: Mr. Yunxi, you…

Yunxi pulled out intelligence and shoved it at them: British intel, take it!

On the third day, the Russian representative: Mr. Yunxi, we heard that you and our country…

Yunxi slapped the intelligence down: Here you go!

The fourth day, the fifth day…

Eventually, Yunxi began proactively engaging in private communications with representatives from more and more countries, asking if they were interested in purchasing British intelligence.

In the end, many countries caught wind of Yunxi’s activities and reached out to him on their own, hoping to obtain some information.

Yunxi graciously accepted most of them, except for a few, like Japan, which he found somewhat awkward to deal with. So, after taking the [Another] they promised to lend him, he regretfully declined.

Naturally, these countries were unaware of each other’s involvement, and the [Clock Tower Attendants] remained in the dark as well. Thus, the person with the most direct perception of this situation was actually Gogol.

When Gogol first discovered Yunxi was working as an undercover agent, Yunxi was only serving three countries.

By his second visit, Yunxi had become an undercover agent for 15 countries.

On his third visit, Yunxi was working for 56 countries.

By his fourth visit, the number had ballooned to 99.

On his fifth visit, Yunxi’s collection of videos had been compiled.

Gogol watched the 122 short videos Yunxi shared with him—footage of Yunxi shouting Long live the United States of America!, Long live the French Republic!, Long live the Italian Republic!, Long live the Commonwealth of Australia!, and so on—and could only think how utterly insane the world had become.

Yunxi was indeed remarkable; otherwise, Gogol wouldn’t have fallen for him… but being an undercover agent for 122 countries was just too much, wasn’t it?

Freedom! Such freedom! Gogol laughed so hard he nearly lost his breath, watching Yunxi obtain a piece of intelligence and instantly forward it to 122 people. But little Yunxi, with so many people to send intelligence to every day, aren’t you afraid of mixing them up?

Yunxi, of course, never made mistakes. Even when a chat window from a British contact popped up, he could swiftly switch modes and send a message:

[Long live the Queen! Long live the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland!!!]

The British across from them: …

They didn’t understand, so they chose to skip it immediately.

They got straight to the point: [Yunxi, your compatriots wish to see you. There happens to be a conference coming up lasting seven days. You will accompany us.]

Gogol immediately saw through their malicious intentions.

In such settings, Yunxi—a Transcendent no different from a human-shaped nuclear bomb—would be making a statement simply by appearing alongside certain parties. If Yunxi mishandled this, the backlash from the other side could haunt them for life.

Never mind whether Yunxi’s ancestors eighteen generations back would be spared—with so many people involved, mere spit from each could drown Yunxi.

Gogol didn’t care, but Yunxi…

Yunxi didn’t care either.

In fact, Yunxi was unusually excited: [Yes, Master! Understood, Master! I will definitely use my special ability to defend Britain’s honor and spread British glory across the world!!!]

The other side seemed to recall something unpleasant and fell silent.

What followed felt like triple-speed playback. Before Yunxi even departed for China, online discourse had already exploded.

Initially, Chinese netizens had sympathized with Yunxi’s semi-confined state under the Clock Tower Attendants, periodically pressuring their own Transcendents to mobilize and rescue Yunxi.

But now, some expressed disdain, former fans turned hostile with vicious insults and personal attacks, while others raged against those blindly defending Yunxi…

The online chaos mirrored Yunxi’s real-world predicament.

Many Britons who already looked down on Yunxi now felt even more contemptuous.

Within the Clock Tower Attendants, only Yunxi’s newly-made younger friends subtly expressed concern.

But Yunxi just responded breezily: What could possibly happen to me? Don’t worry, just watch over my Britain for me. I’m going on a business trip to intimidate those despicable Chinese—I’ll be back in no time!

Friends: …

My Britain, despicable Chinese—you absolutely deserve the criticism.

Still, remaining completely unfazed at this level—that mental fortitude was worth learning from!

What their friends didn’t know was that while Yunxi appeared indifferent outwardly, they immediately gathered with those ordinary British official friends—the dubious companions.

These people saw nothing wrong with Yunxi’s behavior.

They adored this beautiful, powerful, unpretentious Transcendent who willingly helped them make money. So they showered Yunxi with flattery, viciously denounced all who dared criticize, and drank countless farewell toasts in reluctant parting.

By the end, Yunxi—who could transfer alcohol directly to their player inventory—remained sober while they all passed out, having unknowingly leaked piles of intelligence to Yunxi.

Days later, when departure day arrived, Yunxi casually left without a backward glance, leaving these people frantically cleaning up the mess caused by inexplicably leaked intelligence.

These people still didn’t suspect Yunxi at all, so while handling matters, they simultaneously unleashed a torrent of curses at those who suggested sending Yunxi to China:

Don’t you know Yunxi has good luck? When Yunxi was with the Nameless Organization, their land became significantly more fertile! Now that Yunxi belongs to Britain, we might occasionally send Yunxi on short business trips returning the same day, but sending Yunxi away for seven whole days? Damn it, are you moles? Are you spies?!

Those being cursed: …

They hadn’t expected that when the Transcendent beside Her Majesty said Yunxi had good luck, it meant Yunxi’s luck could reach such extraordinary levels…

At least we gained another thing to boast about, one of the cursed individuals retorted stubbornly. This Transcendent, whose luck is potent enough to enhance the entire nation’s fortune, ultimately chose our country!

That evening, similar discussions emerged online.

When Chinese netizens learned that Yunxi not only possessed Transcendent-level special abilities but could also augment luck, they grew even more furious.

Their insults toward Yunxi became harsher, and once again, some began pressuring their own country’s Transcendents—this time demanding they either eliminate Yunxi or detain Yunxi to force Yunxi into serving them.

Of course, these were just empty boasts online.

In reality, while Yunxi was resting at the hotel, some Chinese agents found an opportunity to secretly approach Yunxi.

The visitors were a man and a woman, neither being Transcendents, posing no threat to Yunxi whatsoever. Their attitude remained relatively calm.

They came to ask if Yunxi needed any help.

Though they said this, the pair held little hope for their mission’s success.

After all, the fact that they could meet Yunxi privately so easily indicated that the Clock Tower Attendant had no concerns about Yunxi betraying Britain and even hoped Yunxi would personally crush their plans.

Just as the two grew disheartened, Yunxi blinked, slowly pulled out a thick stack of intelligence from a backpack, and uttered with extreme brevity: Intelligence. Cooperation? Me. Undercover agent in Britain?

The two: ?

They left in a daze.

After submitting the intelligence, one murmured in bewilderment: So… what did Yunxi actually mean?

The other: …

You’re asking me? Who should I ask?

Yunxi arrived amid a storm of curses and departed with even more scathing criticism.

Yunxi remained utterly unbothered, knowing those people could do nothing despite their rage. Even if anyone dared to act, they’d be driven away by Yunxi’s 10-point luck and Transcendent capabilities.

But perhaps the netizens’ curses took effect, or Yunxi’s misdeeds finally caught up—Yunxi was exposed.

That day, Yunxi was delivering a routine speech targeting the British alongside colleagues.

Yunxi spoke from the podium about political achievements since taking office, about joining the Clock Tower Attendant and serving Britain, truly fulfilling uneven roads get repaired, unjust matters get addressed, and abandoned neighborhoods receive care.

Below, media personnel—whose wills had been softened into puppy-like obedience by Yunxi’s 10-point charm—responded: Mhmm! Mhmm! Mhmm mhmm mhmm!

These people still didn’t suspect Yunxi at all, so while handling matters, they simultaneously unleashed a torrent of curses at those who suggested sending Yunxi to China:

Don’t you know Yunxi has good luck? When Yunxi was with the Nameless Organization, their land became significantly more fertile! Now that Yunxi belongs to Britain, we might occasionally send Yunxi on short business trips returning the same day, but sending Yunxi away for seven whole days? Damn it, are you moles? Are you spies?!

Those being cursed: …

They hadn’t expected that when the Transcendent beside Her Majesty said Yunxi had good luck, it meant Yunxi’s luck could reach such extraordinary levels…

At least we gained another thing to boast about, one of the cursed individuals retorted stubbornly. This Transcendent, whose luck is potent enough to enhance the entire nation’s fortune, ultimately chose our country!

That evening, similar discussions emerged online.

When Chinese netizens learned that Yunxi not only possessed Transcendent-level special abilities but could also augment luck, they grew even more furious.

Their insults toward Yunxi became harsher, and once again, some began pressuring their own country’s Transcendents—this time demanding they either eliminate Yunxi or detain Yunxi to force Yunxi into serving them.

Of course, these were just empty boasts online.

In reality, while Yunxi was resting at the hotel, some Chinese agents found an opportunity to secretly approach Yunxi.

The visitors were a man and a woman, neither being Transcendents, posing no threat to Yunxi whatsoever. Their attitude remained relatively calm.

They came to ask if Yunxi needed any help.

Though they said this, the pair held little hope for their mission’s success.

After all, the fact that they could meet Yunxi privately so easily indicated that the Clock Tower Attendant had no concerns about Yunxi betraying Britain and even hoped Yunxi would personally crush their plans.

Just as the two grew disheartened, Yunxi blinked, slowly pulled out a thick stack of intelligence from a backpack, and uttered with extreme brevity: Intelligence. Cooperation? Me. Undercover agent in Britain?

The two: ?

They left in a daze.

After submitting the intelligence, one murmured in bewilderment: So… what did Yunxi actually mean?

The other: …

You’re asking me? Who should I ask?

Yunxi arrived amid a storm of curses and departed with even more scathing criticism.

Yunxi remained utterly unbothered, knowing those people could do nothing despite their rage. Even if anyone dared to act, they’d be driven away by Yunxi’s 10-point luck and Transcendent capabilities.

But perhaps the netizens’ curses took effect, or Yunxi’s misdeeds finally caught up—Yunxi was exposed.

That day, Yunxi was delivering a routine speech targeting the British alongside colleagues.

Yunxi spoke from the podium about political achievements since taking office, about joining the Clock Tower Attendant and serving Britain, truly fulfilling uneven roads get repaired, unjust matters get addressed, and abandoned neighborhoods receive care.

Below, media personnel—whose wills had been softened into puppy-like obedience by Yunxi’s 10-point charm—responded: Mhmm! Mhmm! Mhmm mhmm mhmm!

Yunxi went on to say that during his tenure, he adhered to three principles: one was upholding the leadership of the Queen, another was serving the national strategy, and the third was governing the country according to the law.

The media: Oh! Oh! Oh!

The atmosphere at the scene grew increasingly heated. Seeing this, Yunxi’s colleague began to feel envious. He tried to interject, but as soon as he made a sound, the media’s expressions instantly turned serious.

He shut up and let Yunxi speak. The media: Mhmm, mhmm, mhmm!

He tried to speak again, and the media turned serious once more.

He opened his mouth to speak, and the media started organizing their previous notes.

Yunxi’s colleague: .

These damn dogs of Yunxi were toying with him like he was a dog.

He didn’t want to speak anymore. Anyway, there was nothing left for him to do, so he simply stepped aside voluntarily, leaving Yunxi alone to deal with the media.

#YunxiSpy#

Colleague: !from