I Became the Savior on the Fourth Day of Disaster - Chapter 18: How Vulgar!

Chapter 18: How Vulgar!

Yunxi didn’t faint because of Gogol’s words. While he was indeed greatly shocked, it wasn’t to that extent.

What forced Yunxi to faint was the damn Holographic Pod’s setting that players can only stay in the Holographic Pod for a maximum of 7 consecutive days.

That’s right—Yunxi got kicked out of the Holographic Pod.

The Holographic Pod keeps people in a resting state, so not only was Yunxi not tired, he was actually quite refreshed.

Staring at the [Holographic Pod Lockdown Countdown: 24:00:00] displayed on the screen, Yunxi contemplated life for half an hour before opening his chat interface with a friend.

This friend was the one who had originally recommended the SimLife: Yokohama lottery page to Yunxi.

When chatting with this friend, Yunxi didn’t need to provide any background context—he got straight to the point: [I met an NPC in the game that I really like.]

The friend quickly replied: [Oh? What do you like about them? Care to elaborate?]

Yunxi obediently made a phone call and explained in detail.

While SimLife: Yokohama officials prohibit players from revealing main storyline content, this didn’t count as main plot, so Yunxi kept talking for ten minutes without stopping:

His soul is like a white bird breaking through the sky, spreading its wings of freedom under the dome of existentialism, with absurdist aesthetics as his dwelling place…

Friend: Sorry, my mistake. Please keep it simple.

Yunxi: I’m into Russian hotties.

Friend: …You don’t need to be that simple.

But since you’re willing to call, you probably don’t just want to share your good mood about this moment, right? Go ahead, what do you need from me?

Yunxi hesitated awkwardly: Well… okay yes, I have something more important to ask you. The situation is like this…

The friend listened carefully to Yunxi’s heavily embellished story.

The friend got straight to the point: So what role are you playing in this relationship?

Yunxi wanted to avoid this question, but his friend wouldn’t allow it.

Pushed to the brink by his friend’s relentless questioning, Yunxi finally snapped: I’m the homewrecker, okay?! I! AM! THE! HOMEWRECKER!!!

Friend: …

Why so sudden! And so loud!!!

Yunxi: Anyway, that’s not the main point! The main point is that the NPC I like extended an invitation to me—he wants the three of us to live together. I originally thought it wasn’t appropriate, but after thinking about it more carefully, since it’s an all-ages game anyway, it doesn’t seem completely unacceptable.

After all, I’m afraid he’ll hate me if I kill the other person, and besides, everyone messes around like this in the game…

Friend: .

Good news: Yunxi considers him a true friend, willing to share even this kind of thing with him.

Bad news: Yunxi shares this kind of thing with him.

Yunxi: …What do you think? Why aren’t you saying anything?

The friend took a deep breath: Nothing, I just went deaf for a moment.

What about now?

The friend, gripping a rope in his hand, took another deep breath: Right now I feel like hanging myself, but I put the rope away because I’m afraid of helping you secure graduate admission.

Yunxi: ?

Huh? Was this related to him too?

Meanwhile, in another world.

Just as Fyodor had anticipated, Gogol rushed to Yunxi’s side immediately upon hearing the news that Yunxi had fainted.

He had already spent a long time with the unconscious Yunxi, and what he was doing now was studying Yunxi while wiping his own small knife.

Why is the small knife useless… Is this Yunxi’s special ability? Gogol muttered to himself, trying once again to stab down with the small knife.

Yunxi’s body was like reinforced steel, once again blocking the small knife.

Gogol settled for the next best option and attempted to attack the other’s body hair.

The small knife couldn’t cut through it.

What about bullets then? Gogol gradually grew excited as he pulled out a gun.

The moment Yunxi opened his eyes in the game, he caught a faint whiff of gunpowder.

Crap! There’s an assassin!

Yunxi used the fastest speed to execute counterattacks he hadn’t quite forgotten yet, swiftly disarming the opponent with a chop to the hand while they were still reacting, then subduing them with a grapple.

After doing all this, Yunxi felt relieved but was also stunned.

Gogol? Why are you pointing a gun at me? After carefully examining the clown pinned down on the bed by him, Yunxi was puzzled, Also, weren’t you supposed to be…

Yunxi suddenly realized something, his pupils shaking violently.

He said the other was pointing that gun at him, not this gun at him!

The Sims: Yokohama too, why did you even model this kind of thing? Are you guys too vulgar?!

When is the creative team of The Sims: Yokohama planning to hold a fan meeting? The players’ stun batons are fully charged!

Feeling the clown’s body seemed to move slightly, Yunxi quickly kicked the clown away and began surveying his surroundings, trying to distract himself this way.

It was an ordinary residential room, but the room Yunxi was in seemed arranged like a hospital room. Everything was visible at a glance, with no places for anyone to hide.

After checking around, Yunxi calmed down a bit.

He wanted to turn back but was afraid of seeing something that couldn’t be broadcasted, so he maintained his current position with his back to Gogol and said:

Gogol, I’ve already made up my mind. I can accept what you said before, but not only do you have to tell me your nickname, you also have to become my lover right after I come of age…

Gogol reached over with his hand and touched the back of Yunxi’s neck.

Yunxi bristled again: Enough already! Be careful or I’ll get angry and rage!

Gogol suddenly spoke up, interrupting Yunxi’s outburst: Korya, Yunxi, you can call me Korya.

Korya… Yunxi was still pondering the name when the other touched the back of his hand again.

Yunxi jumped: Still touching? Still touching! Korya, you’re really looking down on me! Be careful or I’ll flatten you and walk away…

Of course! It wasn’t that Yunxi didn’t want revenge—he just had a plan for it. Delayed revenge, adjusted revenge… waiting until Yunxi, whose combat power was only 30, became stronger than Gogol to take revenge…

Gogol finally couldn’t hold back and burst out laughing loudly.

He pulled several new poker card masks from his pocket, activated teleportation, and waved them in front of Yunxi: Yunxi, what the clown had in his pocket was these. What were you thinking about?

Yunxi:……

Yunxi looked at Gogol, who had been in a poker card mask state since he woke up, and then at the stack of masks in the other’s hand labeled [can be sacrificed].

While feeling both ashamed and indignant, Yunxi chose to swallow his pride: Sorry, but give me one.

Gogol: Huh? Just that?

Yunxi: …

He added: Korya, please.

Gogol cheerfully handed one over: Alright then, little Yunxi!

Gogol rested his chin in his hands: The people over there were pressing urgently, so he’s already been taken away.

Yunxi wanted to quit the game right now and ask the company what was going on—why would a life simulation game have such bugs.

He got unexpectedly logged out, but the in-game time didn’t pause, no AI took over his body, and he just got knocked out!!!

But considering he seemed to have been sent to some small European country, which at least counted as expanding the game map, Yunxi took a deep breath and forced himself to accept reality. He asked again: What about Fyodor?

Gogol’s expression darkened briefly before quickly turning cheerful again: Is Yunxi so eager to have three people? But Fedya left here long ago too.

Yunxi: ?

Left?

Then what was the point of him and Clown staying here? Could it be that Fyodor had another mission to assign?!

Gogol: Exactly! That’s how it is! Fedya said you’d definitely agree, Yunxi, so he entrusted you to gather some intelligence for him. He said as long as you do this, he’d be willing…

Yunxi directly interrupted: Is there a time limit?

Gogol: Nope!

Yunxi: Will you be coming with me?

Gogol affirmed: Together!

Yunxi sighed and stood up.

Yunxi: Nothing worth hearing. No time limit and having you help—this mission is definitely troublesome. Whatever the specifics are, the most important thing now is to find a new base, gather intelligence, acquire more weapons…

Gogol: Then what is little Yunxi doing now?

Yunxi had already finished inspecting the oven and casually threw the still-living cactus on the table into it: I’m erasing my traces here and disposing of all living things, aiming to depart in 10 minutes.

Gogol watched the cactus making strange noises from the high-temperature roasting in the oven and fell silent.

So unrestrained—this was truly the first time in his life he’d heard a cactus scream.

Gogol simply moved Yunxi out and set the entire villa on fire.

Little Yunxi, is this enough?

Little Yunxi?

Gogol turned around and found Yunxi had already started digging underground.

Gogol forced a laugh: Little Yunxi, you’re not preparing a new base right now, are you?

Yunxi’s voice came from inside: Yes, although the country we’re in now is pretty pathetic, I’ve heard Europe has many Transcendents. So living underground is safest—if we encounter danger, I can escape with you in any direction. Plus, I have lots of cement boards, enough to build a shelter.

Most importantly, it’s oxygen-deprived underground, so I’ll periodically wake up suffocating. Then I can stay alert while replenishing oxygen…

Gogol closed his eyes, then opened them.

For the first time in his life, he wanted to actively run away.

Regardless of what Gogol thought, Yunxi quickly built a perfect model room and moved in with the few pieces of furniture Gogol had rescued from the villa.

Yunxi had now obtained basic intelligence on the local mafia organizations. While planning his next move, he commented, There’s a scent of human worldliness about this place.

Gogol: .

It wasn’t the scent of human worldliness – it was the literal smell of fireworks.

The smell that bedsheets and sofa covers absorb from a fire scene.

Gogol somewhat regretted burning down the small villa Fyodor had prepared so quickly. But in the end, he said nothing, merely pretending nonchalance as he reached over and randomly pointed at several small organizations: Shall we start here?

Yunxi: No, here.

Gogol looked puzzled: But this organization has many members. Wouldn’t infiltrating them be troublesome?

Heh. Yunxi slowly curved his lips into a smile. When did I say anything about infiltration?

Author’s Note:

[Cat Paw] Recommending another story featuring the same protagonist next door – Idol Training APP, But Yokohama Theater Edition, featuring Yunxi who doesn’t follow idol ethics × Gogol who gets constantly shocked by Yunxi’s freedom!

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Yunxi, a trainee at an entertainment company, an aspiring idol.

One day, a small game called Idol Training: Yokohama suddenly appeared on his phone.

Yunxi decided to give it a try.

Lacking items at the start? Just steal them – no need to follow idol ethics in a game.

[Oh no! You were caught stealing! If witnesses talk, it could harm your career. You decide to…]

Tch, getting threatened over such a small matter, how annoying. Choose [Kill the witness].

Gogol, who accidentally witnessed a young idol stealing and now had a blade at his throat: ???

After handling the potential PR crisis, Yunxi received a private invitation to join the local mafia organization.

[Spread rumors that the PR officer has a crush on you, and when the PR officer’s companion targets you, purchase a trending topic #PROfficer’sFanaticFanThreatensYunxiWithKnife to complete the entire hype purification process.]

The completely unaware PR officer: ???

With increased popularity and enhanced levels, Yunxi worked during the day and killed at night, thoroughly enjoying himself.

Then, Yunxi was approached by a very sincere Russian information broker.

Eager to experience career collapse in the game, Yunxi excitedly made his character remove clothes: [Is this the price?]

Fyodor: ??!!

Fyodor rejected Yunxi but left the information, saying they’d discuss payment later.

Some time after, Fyodor sent Gogol, who shared his performative personality.

Yunxi: [Oh, it’s you this time. Fine, but you’d better hurry…]

Gogol: ???

Gogol: !!!

And so, gradually, Yunxi successfully became the first traffic idol to reach the entertainment industry’s peak with an absolutely controversial reputation.

After confirming that the average favorability rating towards him in this world exceeded 70, Yunxi revealed an evil smile:

So you like me, do you? Then I’ll start acting out now!

Fans: You mean you were just getting started?!