I Became the Savior on the Fourth Day of Disaster - Chapter 13: A Highly Imaginative Raid...

Chapter 13: A Highly Imaginative Raid…

It wasn’t until Gogol finished explaining his purpose for coming that Yunxi gradually calmed down, then seriously recounted the troubles he had encountered to Gogol.

So Yunxi-kun has absolutely no access to higher-level intelligence? Gogol sat on Yunxi’s desk, deftly twirling a playing card in his hand. Has Yunxi-kun tried causing some major disturbance to make the leader summon you personally?

Yunxi: Major disturbance…?

Gogol was about to hint about the recent chaos in Yokohama when he saw Yunxi’s eyes instantly light up.

Yunxi: I understand! I can start by pulling off a major theft within the Port Mafia! As long as the Port Mafia suspects me, I might get to meet their leader!

After all, even if NPCs searched until the end of time, they could never retrieve items from a player’s inventory. So as long as the Port Mafia wanted their belongings back, the player would definitely hold the initiative!

Thanks for your help. You should head home now.

Having figured out what to do, the player who didn’t like Gogol’s current black-haired disguise began shooing him away.

Realizing he was being too harsh, the player added: By the way, I’ll be quite busy these next few days and won’t have time to chase away those small animals. You should be careful living alone, especially watch out for calico cats on the roadside…

Gogol examined Yunxi suspiciously.

He felt something was off about Yunxi.

After a moment’s thought, Gogol waved his cloak and changed back to his original appearance. The white cloak behind him floated in the air before gracefully settling to the ground, while his long white braid fell perfectly across his chest.

Yunxi paused mid-sentence, his eyes following the red pom-poms on the white braid as they swayed side to side. After they settled, he smoothly extended an invitation: Would you like to stay tonight?

I can do backflips, Yunxi added.

Gogol: …

Well, now things felt right again.

Yunxi had no intention of dawdling.

That very night, Yunxi created a new disguise for himself and prepared to immediately execute his plan to infiltrate the Port Mafia’s armory and steal weapons.

The location of this armory was something Yunxi had spent considerable time investigating. Rumor had it it contained the Port Mafia’s most prized high-end weapons, hence it maintained the highest level of security.

They only protected the surrounding above-ground areas, leaving the underground undefended.

Perhaps because the Port Mafia didn’t think anyone could tunnel such a long distance underground to break in, or maybe because they had great confidence in the high-tech detectors and automated weapons inside the armory… Regardless, they had implemented no protective measures in that aspect.

This gave Yunxi his opportunity.

Under cover of darkness, dressed in black clothing, Yunxi quietly sprinted toward the armory while continuously using his inventory to collect [Air].

Successfully reaching a position 1km from the armory, Yunxi crouched down to survey the area, then reached out to touch the ground covered with patches of grass.

Instantly, a hole just large enough for Yunxi to pass through appeared in the ground, while his inventory gained [Earth]×1.

Indeed, the player’s inventory only imposed restrictions on the volume of items stored.

Yunxi checked again and found that the insects had also been collected into the backpack, with only a few unlucky ones dead at the breakage points. These shouldn’t attract anyone’s attention either, so he finally felt completely at ease.

He entered from here and used the player’s backpack twice more to carve out a slightly less cramped passage.

Yunxi placed the first piece of [Earth] back.

Next was the grueling task of digging directly beneath the weapons depot.

The underground was very safe, with the only trouble being that the earth here wasn’t very firm. If Yunxi dug too much at once, there was a high risk of collapse. But Yunxi exercised great restraint, digging at most [Earth]×6 at a time, relying entirely on high-frequency digging to advance.

On the surface, everything appeared normal as if nothing had happened. The detectors were functioning properly, showing no signs of any suspicious individuals.

Underground, Yunxi dug frantically while swapping [Oxygen-Depleted Air] with the [Air] in his backpack, stubbornly advancing toward the weapons depot.

On the surface, a patrol team passed by.

Someone spoke up, sighing, Actually, no one would dare to come to the Port Mafia’s weapons depot. Such tight security here is unnecessary—the boss is being overly cautious.

Underground, Yunxi passed by the dwellings of some subterranean creatures. After brief consideration, he decided to eliminate any with a combat power greater than 0.01.

Perhaps there are Espers who can control these animals to attack me, but killing all of them would reveal my tracks. I’ll only eliminate those that can harm me. From now on, I’ll just have to be more careful myself.

On the surface, the patrol team began their shift change. The Port Mafia used this method to ensure the patrols were always in peak condition.

Everyone was alert, with the leader constantly reminding them: Stay vigilant of the skies and surroundings!

Underground, Yunxi continued to frantically use the player’s backpack, maintaining a rhythm of collecting [Earth]×3 and releasing [Earth]×3, refreshing his air supply with fresh air every 5 minutes.

Watch the air, watch the earth, watch the small creatures, watch front, back, up, down, left, and right…

And so, while the mafia’s operations continued as usual, Yunxi reached the Port Mafia’s weapons depot just as his backpack had [Air]×65 remaining.

Yunxi didn’t rush upward; he needed a short rest to recover his stamina.

Based on his understanding of such mafia organizations, the moment the structure was breached, defense mechanisms and alarms would activate immediately.

He had to strike decisively and then flee for his life.

Thinking this, Yunxi dug another three meters straight down.

Then, stepping on wooden planks embedded in the soil, he climbed to the topmost position and touched the warehouse floor above.

The warehouse floor vanished, and a piercing alarm sounded. Ignoring the noise, Yunxi reached up further to touch the stacked weapons.

An entire batch of weapons disappeared instantly. Greedy for more, Yunxi reached in another direction. While acquiring a new batch of weapons, he was struck by the depot’s self-defense system, his health points dropped to zero, and he plummeted straight down.

The next moment, Yunxi reopened his eyes, having sacrificed a Dazai bandage.

Yunxi replaced the warehouse floor.

On the other side, Gogol—who had come out of curiosity—finally withdrew the special ability he had released to sense Yunxi’s movements.

Hmm… how should I put it? A very free and imaginative raid?

Acting on impulse, Gogol simply sent Fyodor another message: Met a very interesting esper in Yokohama.

He received Fyodor’s reply: [Is that so? Has he brought such significant changes to your life?]

Gogol: [Yes! This clown never used to consider material matters, but now this clown wants to go steal some things too!]

Fyodor: [.]

Gogol closed the chat interface with Fyodor and sent another message to Yunxi.

He asked Yunxi if he was afraid of the plan failing and being caught by the Port Mafia, then meticulously minced into filling.

The very self-aware Yunxi replied: [Not that chunky.]
The Port Mafia’s armory had been stolen from, the perpetrator being a space-type ability user with some understanding of the Port Mafia.

Dear sir with the special ability to store small items in your personal dimensional space, what are your thoughts on this matter? asked Executive Kouyou, who was conducting the interrogation.

Yunxi’s expression shifted from shock to confusion then to profound anguish—extremely genuine and richly layered.

Finally, Yunxi slammed the table: The act of theft is absolutely outrageous! This violates our organization’s regulations and crosses the bottom line of our rules!

This was still within Ozaki Kouyou’s tolerance range.

So she cooperatively adopted a listening posture: Mm, continue.

Yunxi first appeared moved, then switched back to seriousness: Although I’m just a minor mafia member, I do have my own perspectives.

Regarding this incident, the Port Mafia must investigate strictly, never letting any violator escape! Must investigate thoroughly, never wronging any innocent person! And must punish severely, never permitting black sheep who damage organizational interests to exist in this world!

After this matter concludes, I will recommend to Master Nakahara to enhance ideological and moral education for subordinate mafia members, and establish new supervisory institutions to jointly maintain the clean and upright environment within Port Mafia. We should take pride in not taking even a needle or thread from the organization, and feel honored to uphold the organization’s dignity…

Ozaki Kouyou found the rhetoric too strong—she could hardly avoid suspecting whether the other party was an undercover agent sent by the police.

But when she checked his file, the name field clearly displayed four square characters: Party Committee Secretary.

Ozaki Kouyou: .

Apparently not an undercover from the Supernatural Affairs Division, nor from Yokohama Police Department.

More like a civil servant from next door coming to their Port Mafia to wage anti-Japanese resistance.

Enough. Ozaki Kouyou struggled to maintain her smile. Dear sir, I believe in your innocence. You may leave now.

Yunxi: ?

Yunxi, who thought he’d surely gained Port Mafia’s attention by being this absurd: ???

Author’s note:

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