I Became the Savior on the Fourth Day of Disaster - Chapter 20: Are You ing Tired of Living?!.

Chapter 20: Are You ing Tired of Living?!…

Yunxi didn’t have any particular feelings about this, since he was the one who had asked Gogol to help him register an account and sell the information.

Under the pretext that it was better for Yunxi to earn this money himself rather than let others profit from it.

However, Yunxi truly had no time to browse the dark web. The replies were sent by Gogol after asking him casually, and Gogol helped send them.

After all, at this moment, Yunxi was in the underground base, organizing the intelligence about potential world-ending disasters that he had previously requested members of the Nameless Organization to collect.

In Yunxi’s view, the world must be on the verge of destruction to need a Savior. There were no similar rumors in Yokohama, probably because Yokohama was like a beginner’s village—it made sense for beginner villages to be safe. But Europe, where Transcendents frequently emerged, should have such information!

Perhaps Yunxi’s good luck was at work again. After sifting through a large pile of intelligence, he actually managed to find some valuable information.

Yunxi muttered to himself: [Ten Great Calamities] refer to entities so powerful they could potentially lead to the extinction of humanity. The United Kingdom’s [Clock Tower Attendant] is suspected to possess one of the items known as the [Ten Great Calamities]…

Gogol’s fluffy head suddenly popped up: Is Yunxi so concerned about things that could destroy the world? Actually, there’s no need to worry! After all, when only one country possesses nuclear weapons, the world might be in danger, but if every country has them…

Yunxi cut him off decisively: Then the world would face even more dangers!

Gogol was puzzled: So what? Is little Yunxi really planning to destroy all those weapons?

But I quite like this world for now and don’t want to die yet, so I only plan to complete the ‘collection’ step and see how things develop.

Gogol: ?

Yunxi continued mumbling: I at least want to live until I’m 18 to see if this world will implement an adult patch…

No matter how he thought about it, the thing from that day didn’t seem like a mask at all. But it didn’t matter—he could just see for himself when the time came!

Ding ding ding! Suddenly, Yunxi’s phone rang.

Yunxi picked up curiously and found that the caller was the Chinese person who had raised his hand and then withdrawn it on the day Yunxi announced the organization’s transfer to Fyodor.

The other party seemed surprised that Yunxi answered so quickly. He laughed awkwardly a couple of times, then whispered: Boss, are you from over there?

Yunxi didn’t understand, but he agreed anyway: Yes, I’m from over there.

The other party said without hesitation: Boss, here’s the situation—my identity here might be exposed. I can provide you with some intelligence. Can you send me back?

Yunxi understood now, but he was even more confused.

Was he serious? Yunxi couldn’t even return himself, let alone send someone else back?

Yunxi smoothly changed his tune: Then bring the goods and wait for me by the seaside tomorrow.

Gogol considered whether he should stop Yunxi.

He felt like he should stop, but he was too curious about what might happen next.

Besides, keeping a free spirit like Yunxi confined to the same place for too long would be too cruel—the Clown would feel sad.

Forget it, he’d endure it for now.

The next day, at the seaside.

Hello, I’m Yunxi.

Hello, I’m Hu Mu.

I’m almost 17 now.

I’m almost 25 now.

I’ll send you back.

Great! I really miss my mom.

I… Yunxi also sensed something off, Are you using me to practice crosstalk comedy?

To think he’d never encountered a real challenge in the game before – he’d let his guard down and actually got meme’d by an NPC!

Hu Mi rubbed his head: Hehe, my apologies, just being cautious.

Seeing Yunxi’s fist seemed about to strike, Hu Mi quickly changed the subject: Speaking of which, who’s this…

He’s my pet bird. Yunxi glanced at Gogol whom Hu Mi was indicating and said nonchalantly, Any problem?

Gogol: ?

Hu Mi looked at Yunxi, then at the Clown who had been standing by Yunxi’s side the whole time, then at the red pom-pom hair tie Yunxi used for his small bun, then at the identical decoration on the Clown’s braid.

He suddenly understood: Ah, so he’s Your…

Yunxi directly interrupted: Ahem, final confirmation – I’ll send you near that country and arrange for them to take you in, and you’ll give me the detailed information about the [Ten Calamities] currently held by the [Clock Tower Attendant]. Is that correct?

Hu Mi snapped back to attention, serious: Yes.

Alright, good night Hu Mi. Yunxi suddenly pulled out a weapon and smashed it against the other’s head.

Bang!

Hu Mi was asleep. Yunxi checked the other’s body and found he wasn’t carrying any timed explosives, finally feeling relieved.

Yunxi called to Gogol: Let’s go Korya, we’ll send him back first.

Gogol didn’t understand how Yunxi planned to send him back, but still followed behind Yunxi onto the departing plane.

Hu Mi, thinking he’d been sold out, was panicking, but Yunxi just casually gave him another hit.

This time, Yunxi controlled his strength and didn’t knock him out: Don’t scare yourself, keep quiet.

Hu Mi, with his aching head, quieted down.

Yunxi was satisfied and began explaining: Sending you back isn’t that simple.

You need to understand, your identity outside is mafia. Even if you’re just a low-level mafia member, you’ve still broken the law.

Hu Mi cooperated: So?

Yunxi’s hands moved rapidly while his lips moved just as fast: So isn’t that why I’m helping you arrange the delivery?

Hu Mi: ?

He watched wide-eyed as Yunxi tunneled into an important figure’s home, and while being shot by bodyguards and starting to bleed, forcibly dragged the important figure into the ground, knocked him out, and hauled him into a car prepared in advance.

Hu Mi: ???

And more!

Boss, your arm is bleebleeding… So much blood! Did it hit an artery?!

Ah, it’s fine. Yunxi casually refused Hu Mi’s bandaging attempt. He tied a bandage above the blood vessel, physically stopping the bleeding. Doesn’t hurt. Attacks of this level are nothing. I could take five more shots like this and still not die.

Hu Mi: …

But if it were six shots total, each hitting an artery – what difference would there be between this person and a leaking plastic bag?!

But it was too late for Hu Mi to say anything more, because Yunxi was already urging him to get in the car, close the door, and depart.

The one responsible for transporting everyone was Gogol.

Gogol had originally said he wouldn’t assist Yunxi during this operation, but at the moment Yunxi was frantically digging out [Earth]×100 ahead and placing [Earth]×100 behind, so Gogol actually didn’t need to do anything nor use his teleportation special ability.

Floor the accelerator!

Time passed minute by minute. The blood-soaked Yunxi maintained his serious expression, while Gogol, who was driving, began laughing maniacally. Humu, who had nothing to do, gradually turned purple and struggled to breathe.

Humu grabbed the railing beside him, watching Yunxi’s dripping blood as waves of dizziness washed over him. Boss Yunxi, I’m so dizzy… is there no oxygen here?

Yunxi glanced at the important figure and signaled Gogol to use his foot to drive while using his hand to cover the guy’s mouth, minimizing his oxygen intake.

Done. Yunxi said generously. His air quota is yours now.

The [Air] in the player’s backpack was limited after all – better to conserve it where possible.

Humu: …

He still couldn’t breathe properly! Why did he ever decide to cooperate with someone like Yunxi in the first place?!

Feeling he still wasn’t doing well, Humu spoke again: Could we slow down just a bit…

Yunxi looked somewhat impatient but still turned to Gogol: Korya, slow down.

Gogol showed no intention of moving his foot. Haha, little Yunxi, I meant to say earlier – this car was abandoned by the roadside probably because the brakes are broken.

Humu: ???

Humu screamed: You’re driving this fast with broken brakes?! Are you ******* trying to die?!

Gogol: Haha, it’s fine. Little Yunxi just needs to create an uphill slope to slow us down…Humu collapsed: So we absolutely had to use this particular car?!

Let me out! He wanted out!!!

Fortunately, neither Yunxi nor Gogol actually intended to cause harm.

After who knows how long, the car finally stopped near the border.

Yunxi dug upward with [Earth]×100, creating a passage to the surface, and signaled Humu to climb up himself.

Humu gasped for several breaths. Though his body was no longer oxygen-deprived, his mind still hadn’t fully recovered: Boss Yunxi, you’re injured, there’s so much blood… Are you sure you won’t come with…

Yunxi shook his head: I still need to protect the world. Ten calamities are simply too many. I’ll come find you when I’ve dealt with most of them and have some free time.

Humu closed his eyes, then reopened them.

The scene before him remained unchanged – this underage Chinese boy was both oxygen-deprived and bleeding, in worse condition than himself, yet was talking about protecting the world.

Just who let someone like this run free?!

Author’s note:

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Final chapter after V will be updated tomorrow at 18:00, official V-status begins tomorrow at 24:00 [throws flowers]

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