I Became the Savior on the Fourth Day of Disaster - Chapter 12: Missed You So Much It Hurts

Chapter 12: Missed You So Much It Hurts

Nakahara Chuuya glanced at the “Can briefly store small objects” special ability written on Yunxi’s resume and clicked his tongue in disbelief:

“Enough, Yunxi. Stop pretending. Just tell me directly—why did you really come here?”

Yunxi blinked: “Master Nakahara, you’ve mistaken me for someone else. My name is Dangweishuji, not Yunxi. You can call me Dangwei or Shuji.”

Yunxi pronounced these four characters entirely in Chinese, which Chuuya couldn’t understand.

Chuuya vaguely sensed something off about the name, but he had no proof.

Whatever.

Chuuya didn’t want to waste any more time: “So how did you sneak in this time? Did you come to me on your own, or were you hired by someone else?”

Of course, it was someone else’s commission—ordinary matters weren’t enough to make Yunxi actively seek him out aside from revenge.

But Yunxi couldn’t admit that.

Yunxi chose a compromise, acknowledging their identity while saying: “In Yokohama, being an Esper is a first-come-first-served situation. I was promoted as soon as I showed a bit of my ability.”

“As for the reason… Chuya, I just missed you.”

Chuuya was disgusted: “Missed me?”

Chuuya sensed trouble but was still curious: “Why?”

Yunxi slowly closed their eyes: “Because the rhythm of my footsteps matches the beat of my heart when I miss you.”

Chuuya silently clenched his fist.

“Speak. Normally!”

Yunxi smoothly changed their tune: “Alright, fine—it’s actually because tons of mafia groups want me dead. Port Mafia, GSS, countless small-time gangsters… I even had assassins disguised as small animals waiting by my window while I slept… Chuya, I’m really out of options.”

Gogol was willing to pay ten red pom-poms—the kind used to tie small braids—as payment for hiring the player to steal Port Mafia intel, but Gogol refused to be hired long-term for the player’s protection.

The player’s world kept raining, and the player couldn’t adjust… Anyway, the player originally just planned to raid Port Mafia and steal whatever they could, but now it seemed they had no choice but to follow Gogol’s advice and disguise themself to apply for a job at Port Mafia.

Chuuya: .

Alright.

This time, he believed it.

In the following days, although Chuuya was still occasionally irritated by Yunxi, he had to admit his mood improved again, and he spent more and more time chatting with Yunxi.

One day, on their way back from a mission, Chuuya chatted with Yunxi again: “There are too many newcomers wanting to become my subordinates. If this continues, it’ll be awkward interacting with others at my level.”

Chuuya’s words sounded a bit boastful, but Yunxi understood: “You’re currently a ‘soon-to-explode’ star—attracting lots of bandwagon fans is totally normal.”

That’s just how betting on rising stars works.

Chuuya: ?

What’s a “soon-to-explode star”? What are “bandwagon fans”?

Just as Chuuya was about to speak, Yunxi added: “Besides, you actually enjoy this, don’t you? Compared to back in the Sheep days.”

“But honestly, I really miss the Nakahara Chuuya from the Sheep days. Back then, aside from seeking revenge, we spent all our time sneaking around and causing trouble…”

Chuuya’s expression gradually stiffened.

He felt relieved that Yunxi hadn’t mentioned those little Sheep members while simultaneously suspecting Yunxi might know something. But before he could speak, he suddenly saw a familiar, dripping-wet mackerel appear before them.

Nakahara Chuuya warily pulled Yunxi behind him, preparing to bypass the other man, but Dazai Osamu’s gaze had already locked onto the two of them.

Just as Chuuya sensed trouble, he heard Dazai’s first remark: “Is this your new subordinate?”

Followed by Dazai’s second statement: “He seems quite agreeable to me, Chuya. Why don’t you hand him over to me?”

Chuuya: !!!

Unlike the tense Chuuya, Yunxi was feeling quite pleased.

Hah, the player has maxed-out charm stats! NPC, don’t feel inferior for falling in love with the player at first sight!

As for choosing between Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya?

Whether considering Dazai’s ability to continuously produce life-saving items for the player, or Dazai’s position within the Port Mafia… it seemed the player had no reason not to choose Dazai!

Thinking this, the ever-decisive player quickly moved to stand by Dazai Osamu’s side.

Dazai, who had only intended to provoke Chuuya and verify whether the person by his side was who he thought it was: ?

The player began bidding farewell to Nakahara Chuuya.

“Master Nakahara, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to join Master Dazai intentionally. It’s just that Master Dazai’s side seems to offer better development opportunities. I’m switching sides to pursue a better future… You understand, right, Master Nakahara?”

Dazai was gradually becoming more dead than alive.

Chuuya, meanwhile, had transformed from initial tension to outright fury: “What do you mean his side offers better development? I’ll definitely become a Port Mafia executive first!”

Yunxi: “Is that so? Then I’ll come back when that happens.”

Chuuya: “You’d actually wait until then to return?”

Yunxi: “Well, there’s no helping it. After all, I’m just that kind of selfish subordinate. I can only share your prosperity but not your hardships, Master Nakahara. I’m sorry.”

This made Chuuya even angrier: “Didn’t I tell you I hate this mackerel?”

Yunxi replied coldly: “What does that have to do with me? When children don’t get along, it’s often because the elders lack virtue, Master Nakahara. You should blame the BOSS for such matters…”

Just as Chuuya was about to say more, he caught sight of Dazai collapsing stiffly in his peripheral vision.

Chuuya: “What are you up to now, you mackerel…”

He’s actually fainted!

Yunxi’s attempt to switch sides failed due to Dazai fainting, but Yunxi wasn’t one to give up easily.

He exhausted every method to obtain Dazai’s phone number and began sending occasional harassing messages, trying to regain his attention.

But Dazai completely ignored Yunxi throughout. If Yunxi insisted on seeking out Dazai in person, Dazai would either hang himself counting “one-two-three” upwards or jump from heights counting “three-two-one” downwards. Soon, rumors spread throughout the Port Mafia about the Party Committee Secretary’s unrequited love for Dazai and his relentless pursuit.

Yunxi, who considered himself quite virtuous in maintaining proper male conduct, no longer liked Dazai.

Not only that, but after spending so long in the Port Mafia without being able to reach the true upper echelons or find opportunities to steal information, Yunxi was growing somewhat impatient.

Yunxi decided to meet with Gogol to discuss the situation and seek advice.

Immediately, Yunxi took out his phone and began composing a text message.

The message was successfully sent.

On the other side, Gogol read Yunxi’s message over and over again.

Yunxi said: [Can you come find me today? I gave Chuya sleeping pills, and I miss you so much I can’t stand it.]

Yunxi also said: [Finished chatting with your crush? How about sparing some time for your fish too, please? (hands clasped) (sobbing yellow bean emoji).]

Gogol: ???

He had taught Yunxi to fabricate character relationships while role-playing, but was this how Yunxi learned it?

Gogol didn’t understand, but after spending two more days having fun in Yokohama, he still went to find Yunxi.

That day, just after Yunxi got off work, a strange black-haired man barged directly into the dormitory assigned to him by the Port Mafia.

Terrified, Yunxi quickly pulled out the most powerful weapon he owned, ready to unleash a massive wave of firepower to show the intruder that players weren’t to be trifled with.

But the other’s combat skills were far superior to Yunxi’s. Before Yunxi could react, the man used his special ability to disarm him and pinned him against the table.

Yunxi couldn’t see the man’s face, but he refused to yield:

A robber? I’m just an ordinary low-level employee of the Port Mafia—no money, no luxury goods, no explosives… What’s the point of robbing me? If you’ve got guts, go rob my boss!
My boss is named Dazai Osamu. He usually goes drowning at this hour, comes home around this time, and if he’s not home, he’s probably attempting suicide…
The disguised Gogol turned his head away and chuckled quietly.

Yunxi, whose boss wasn’t actually Dazai Osamu, grew a little nervous when the man didn’t react.

But he continued, Scared of Dazai Osamu? Well, here’s my colleague’s address, and this is… this is…
Gogol found it even funnier.

But he didn’t loosen his grip in the slightest. Having spent a long time with Yunxi, he knew his personality well. If he eased up even a little, Yunxi would seize the chance to break free and deliver a solid slap.

Just as Gogol was pondering how to end this charade, colorful smoke began to spread around Yunxi.

Yunxi, having released stored items from his player’s backpack: Haha! Poison gas!
Yunxi, realizing the gas had been teleported away: ???

Yunxi was stunned: Spatial ability… Gogol?!
Gogol’s words cut off abruptly as he swiftly teleported to the other side.

Yunxi had grabbed a sharpened knife and swung it down without hesitation.

Seeing Gogol dodge, Yunxi grew even angrier as he chased after him: So when you’re broke and robbing people, you’d rather barge into my place instead of accidentally breaking into a noble’s mansion or just going home normally?!
Since when did scamming friends get this extreme?!

Author’s note:

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