I Became the Savior on the Fourth Day of Disaster - Chapter 17: I'm the Other Woman

Chapter 17: I’m the Other Woman

The next day.

After elegantly finishing his stir-fried bean sprouts, Fyodor returned to his room to study the current situation in Yokohama.

Everything was proceeding smoothly. This [Dragon Head Conflict] would undoubtedly unleash unprecedented chaos… or so he thought.

Why are these organizations jointly attacking GSS?

Borrowed from other mafia groups.

Fyodor’s mind went completely blank. Just then, a voice came from the surveillance monitor:

Did you suddenly feel the wrinkles in your cerebral cortex smoothing out, expanding, your entire body instantly relaxing as if strolling through a Nordic town, or becoming a free butterfly?

Fyodor looked up.

It was Yunxi questioning Ivan.

On the screen, the questioned Ivan nodded: Yes, Master has made my life filled with nothing but joyful emotions now.

Yunxi suddenly understood: It’s hyaluronic acid. Your cerebral cortex has been injected with hyaluronic acid…

Fyodor abruptly shut off the surveillance.

Soon, soon enough he could send this person away.

Meanwhile, the Port Mafia quickly learned everything Yunxi had done.

Mori Ōgai looked at the report about recent Port Mafia attack frequencies, then at Nakahara Chuuya standing before him.

Mori Ōgai asked: Chuuya, do you still feel the same way about Yunxi as before?

Chuuya wanted to agree with his boss and say Yunxi was no good, but he still carried Rimbaud’s diary with the hidden memory card in his pocket.

That diary had been delivered to him under the guise of complete estrangement, after Yunxi had fiercely scolded his subordinates.

Yes, Chuuya believed Yunxi was deliberately acting. He simply couldn’t believe that someone who had raided so many armories and showed no mercy to GSS could only slap people.

But if he said Yunxi had just timidly killed many people, that Yunxi wasn’t a bad person, would anyone here believe him?

Chuuya rarely found himself in such conflict.

Mori Ōgai, having waited half a day for Chuuya’s response: ?

Had Yunxi given Chuuya some kind of love potion???

*

Fortunately, although Chuuya refused to acknowledge Yunxi as a scoundrel, he still contributed significantly to the Port Mafia during the [Dragon Head Conflict].

Soon, this war secretly instigated by certain parties ended with the Port Mafia’s ultimate victory.

The battered Yokohama needed time to recover, while on another front, Fyodor prepared to take Yunxi away.

When the message arrived, Yunxi was secretly taking revenge on another surviving GSS executive from the [Dragon Head Conflict].

This executive possessed a special ability, and quite a powerful one at that. But Yunxi spent a full half-hour relentlessly wearing him down by instantly removing the earth beneath his feet and activating thermal weapons, until he was barely standing.

The executive: I must be getting old, to be bullied by a youngster like you…

Yunxi slammed the man’s head against the ground twice more, tone dripping with sarcasm: As expected of a GSS executive. Your skin’s thicker than those low-level mafia members. Beaten to a pulp and still calling yourself old.

The executive: .

Yunxi added the final blow: Also, you probably weren’t as strong as me when you were young either. So it’s not that you became useless with age—you were just useless to begin with.

The higher-up was infuriated to death.

This made Yunxi even more self-righteous: See, I told you.

Getting so angry over such a trivial matter—the other person really was utterly useless!

By the way. Yunxi finally remembered he had just answered a phone call. Fyodor, did you need something?

Fyodor began pondering again why Yunxi—this sociopath who killed without any psychological burden—dared to call himself the Savior.

But in the end, Fyodor simply said: Yes, we’ll be leaving Yokohama soon. Please return quickly.

*

Yunxi and Fyodor left Yokohama by ship together!

Yunxi was excited throughout the entire journey. When they first boarded, he even sang Earn money to go to Sanya, youth has no price tag for half an hour.

But after singing for a while, Yunxi grew tired. He started exclaiming bluntly about how there were actually no invisible walls outside Yokohama, while simultaneously unable to control his [Nimble Hands] from stealing wildly.

When he stole something good, he’d hide it; if it was something bad, he’d tell the person they dropped it and he helped pick it up—but required a small ransom.

Fyodor: .

Fyodor brought Yunxi back to his room, temporarily putting a stop to his thievery.

But Yunxi’s mind couldn’t calm down so quickly. He asked Fyodor: Fyodor, what if I breach the ship’s hull right before we dock? The ship sinks, everyone we’ve contacted disappears—that would make us safer…

Fyodor wanted to say that wasn’t a good idea.

Everyone on board had already been checked by Yunxi, everything worth stealing had been stolen, all the small fries had been eliminated by Yunxi, and Yunxi had even identified the fastest route to the escape pods. Under these circumstances, even Fyodor felt it was sufficient enough—any more caution would be unnecessary.

But in the end, Fyodor only said: Even if we’re discovered, we won’t be executed.

So Yunxi didn’t need to be so afraid.

Seeing Yunxi’s look of disbelief, Fyodor added: Besides, there’s a very important person on this ship.

Oh? How important? Yunxi became interested.

Yunxi took the documents Fyodor handed him with curiosity.

Involved in massive financial cases, suspected of causing loss of state-owned assets, severely damaging public interests…

Yunxi’s initial doubts instantly vanished, replaced by wide-eyed shock.

A Chinese economic fugitive!!!

Damn, Fyodor had already sourced goods for the player without them knowing, planning to repackage this criminal along with the player for sale in Europe after relabeling, right?!

So impressive. For the first time, Yunxi felt a sense of respect toward Fyodor. He handed the intelligence back with both hands. Fyodor, some money is just meant for you to earn.

Fyodor: .

Didn’t feel particularly complimented.

Yunxi asked expectantly: But what about Gogol? Can Gogol be tied up and brought back with me too?

The great Savior and his favorite Clown working together to assemble criminals—years later, when people mention it, it could still be considered romantic!

Fyodor chose to toss the question back: You can ask Gogol-kun yourself.

Alright then. Yunxi agreed readily. He obtained Gogol’s newly registered phone number from Fyodor and made the call.

Beep beep sounded twice, and soon, the call was answered.

On the other end, there was the howling wind and the Clown’s loud laughter.

But quickly, these sounds disappeared, leaving only occasional bird songs and the Clown’s question: Question! Yunxi-kun, are you getting along well with Fedya?

Yunxi was puzzled: Fedya…?

That’s Fyodor-kun, a more affectionate way to address him. Gogol, who had just acquired a new mask and was in high spirits, revealed a bit of the mystery ahead of time.

Yunxi understood: I see. Then, Gogol, do you have such an affectionate nickname?

The Savior wanted to use one too!

Yunxi declared without hesitation: Fedya and I are getting along very well!

Hurry up, next question! The player was already impatient!

Mhm, alright! Gogol’s voice suddenly rose, Question!

Yunxi-kun, if the Clown says Fedya is the Clown’s dearest friend, and if Yunxi-kun wants to be with the Clown, you must also accept Fedya, what answer would Yunxi-kun give?

As Gogol’s words fell, the scene instantly fell into dead silence.

Not only was Yunxi stunned, but Fyodor’s expression also froze.

Unlike Yunxi, whose mind was still struggling to process this, the clever Fyodor had already analyzed Gogol’s intentions.

Gogol had decided to hand over the decision-making power to Yunxi. If Yunxi abandoned him because of this, he would continue pursuing freedom.

If Yunxi did not leave voluntarily, Gogol would choose to stay by Yunxi’s side forever.

Had Gogol reached such a conclusion about himself after being away from Yunxi for some time?

Fyodor pondered deeply, but Yunxi, after finally processing the situation, stared wide-eyed at Fyodor, then at his phone screen, his beautiful turquoise eyes showing such a shocked expression for the first time.

Yunxi was truly astonished. He felt like he had been living his life peacefully when suddenly, one day, he was diagnosed as the other man.Today’s timing was particularly subtle—it seemed to be Valentine’s Day.

Yunxi murmured in despair: Right, this is the time of year when people like us, the ‘other men,’ should lie low. Valentine’s Day has always been for the official partner—it’s a day of suffering for the ‘other man’…

As he spoke, Yunxi began sizing up Fyodor with a murderous glare.

Yunxi: After all, it’s not like I have to be the ‘other man,’ right? I’m just naturally jealous…

Fyodor: .

The sense of foreboding grew stronger.

Did Gogol also want to use Yunxi to eliminate him?

But before Fyodor could explain that he and Gogol had no such relationship and that their actual meetings could be counted on one hand, Yunxi suddenly pulled out a gun, only to faint the moment he aimed it at him.

He genuinely fainted.

Fyodor tentatively asked: Yunxi-kun? Yunxi-kun?

Finding Yunxi completely unresponsive, Fyodor had no choice but to first take the gun from Yunxi’s hand, then calmly say to Gogol on the other end:

Yunxi-kun seems to have fainted because of your words, Gogol-kun. Would you like to come see him?

Please come quickly. Otherwise, if he sent Yunxi back to Zhonghua, Gogol would still sneak over to cause trouble when he wasn’t paying attention.

Had that evil cow, that Beagle Demon King Yunxi, really fainted over such a trivial matter?

Author’s note:

The new cover for Tianmu Wen Xiameng next door has been commissioned by Gug! It features King Xiameng × Queen Shibusawa! The character card has also been updated with the new Shibusawa. Feel free to check it out if you’re interested! [Throwing confetti]