I Became the Savior on the Fourth Day of Disaster - Chapter 22: Four-in-One (Including 1k Nutrient Solution Bonus) JJWXC...

Chapter 22: Four-in-One (Including 1k Nutrient Solution Bonus) JJWXC…

The scene was simply too hilarious. Gogol, hiding in the shadows, couldn’t hold back and burst out laughing again.

Pfft pfft pfft…

The Boss, who seemed to have heard something while leaving: ?

The Boss turned around and came face to face with Yunxi holding a knife.

Yunxi had originally been chopping vegetables. Seeing the Boss turn around, he picked up the knife and gestured it toward him a couple of times, flashing a mouthful of gleaming white teeth.

The Boss instantly thought of some unpleasant associations like cannibal and Hannibal, then scrambled away in panic.

However, the Boss’s home wasn’t far from Yunxi’s shop. After returning home, the Boss tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Finally, gritting his teeth, he spent a large sum of money to expedite the opening of a new shop for Yunxi at the location Yunxi wanted.

Which happened to be near the Clock Tower Attendant base.

A few days later, Yunxi received the news and happily moved into the new shop together with Gogol and his previous colleagues.

These colleagues never expected that Yunxi, who hadn’t worked with them for long, would remember them after becoming successful. Not only that, he had even negotiated higher wages for them with the Boss. They were so moved that tears streamed down their faces, grabbing Yunxi and calling him family.

Even Gogol, whom Yunxi had forcibly brought along as a connection and who ordinarily did no work at all, was included in their circle as one of us.

But the colleagues still occasionally couldn’t help telling Gogol: So you’re the one who’s secretly in love with our Manager Yunxi? Manager Yunxi is way too lenient with you. You’re not quite worthy of him and need to work harder.

Gogol: ?

What? Was this his new persona? Why didn’t Yunxi tell him in advance?

Puzzled, Gogol looked over and saw the familiar sight of Yunxi chopping vegetables at a speed that completely disregarded the safety of his thumb.

Although he looked exhausted, Yunxi’s face was still radiant with a happy smile. Perhaps this was what Yunxi had once called love what you do.

But in a spot others couldn’t see—though Gogol saw it clearly—the happy Yunxi sliced his thumb.

Before blood could gush out, Gogol instinctively used his special ability to piece Yunxi back together.

Yunxi showed no particular expression throughout. He continued chopping vegetables as if he had never cut his finger.

The colleague didn’t see it, so he just marveled, Manager Yunxi’s knife skills are truly impressive.

Gogol: ?

Yunxi heard it this time. He puffed out his chest like a preening peacock: Of course!

Gogol: ???

Really? Was it really that impressive?

Though confused, in the end, Gogol still didn’t expose Yunxi.

He only pretended to be heartbroken by his colleagues’ verbal bullying when they continued to scold him with comments like, How long can you rely on looks to get by? and Could you work just a little more to share Manager Yunxi’s burden? He suddenly bumped into Yunxi, wrapped his arms around Yunxi’s waist, and acted as if his colleagues’ words had wounded him deeply.

Gogol’s voice was muffled: Little Yunxi.

Yunxi was still chopping vegetables: Hmm?

Little Yunxi, I know I’m not suited to work here, but what can I do? I was born to revolve around you – I don’t have a life of my own. When we’re apart, I keep my phone nearby and never lock the screen because I want to check at any moment if you’ve sent me messages…

I love you most in this world. I followed you all the way from Zhonghua to here… How could you let them talk about me like that? Am I not your precious one anymore? I’m so sad, I really want to rest for a while…

Gogol’s voice was so genuinely emotional that Yunxi unconsciously stopped chopping vegetables, looked down, removed his gloves, and comfortingly patted Gogol’s fluffy head.

After patting him and seeing Gogol’s beautiful heterochromatic eyes, Yunxi felt a surge of affection and his inner domineering boss persona emerged. He turned to lecture his colleagues:

What’s the meaning of this? Didn’t you hear my precious say he wants to rest? Can’t you let him rest for a while? Does my word as the shop manager mean nothing now? Hmm?

As his words fell, the fast food restaurant was momentarily filled only with customers desperately holding back laughter, Gogol’s shy smile, and Shop Manager Yunxi’s unrestrained laughter.

The colleagues subjected to this symphony of laughter: …

Shop Manager Yunxi was usually quite nice, but at times like these he was genuinely a bit crazy.

Also, with Shop Manager Yunxi and Gogol always being so flamboyant, they were starting to suspect that normal people had become a niche culture in this world.

Despite their speechlessness, the colleagues still loved Shop Manager Yunxi very much, so they said nothing and left with varied expressions.

Only Gogol remained, maintaining his big bird clinging to someone posture while making pupu sounds, continuing his performance for quite a while before leaving.

He sensed an intense gaze from outside.

This was the intuition of a Clown who loved performing!

He had already delivered what he considered his most interesting performance, so what judgment would those hidden [Clock Tower Attendants] make about the Clown and little Yunxi next?

*

That evening, inside the [Clock Tower Attendant] headquarters.

A subordinate came to report to his superior:

In that shop, there’s a Zhonghua native working illegally who once threatened the Boss for money, a bunch of British people who only got their jobs back because of that Zhonghua native, and a European Esper who’s openly infatuated with the Zhonghua native.

The superior ignored the others and asked directly: What type of Esper? What has he done with his special ability?

Subordinate: Space-type ability user. He’s been helping the Zhonghua native – who always cuts his hands while chopping – maintain his image, making the Zhonghua native’s cooking skills appear profound and mysterious. He occasionally consolidates his position through acting cute – I just saw him deliberately rubbing his head against the Zhonghua native’s forearm…

Boss, he seems to be a love-struck fool, the subordinate cautiously offered his assessment.

Superior: .

Didn’t understand it, but it would do.

At least it indicated this group wasn’t problematic.

Alright, thank you for your trouble. You may go now… Master Shakespeare!

Mid-sentence, suddenly spotting a Transcendent, the superior instinctively rose to bow, but was easily pressed back down by the Transcendent with one hand.

Nothing important, I’m just here to look around casually, said William Shakespeare, the Transcendent of the [Clock Tower Attendants]. Don’t mind me.

The superior cautiously sat back down, while the subordinate quickly made his escape.
Colleagues: ???

Ignoring his colleagues’ strange looks, Gogol started to sob:

Fortunately, nothing unusual happened afterward. Shakespeare merely wandered around casually before quietly departing.

A faint sigh lingered in the air: The fate of the entire world hinges on his existence…

At noon the next day, Shakespeare arrived at Yunxi’s shop in disguise and ordered the signature meal.

On the first day, he noticed nothing special about Yunxi.

The second day yielded the same result.

Then the third, fourth, fifth day… The staff grew familiar with Shakespeare’s disguised identity, while Yunxi—flattered by Shakespeare’s attempts to get closer—became unusually generous and even issued him a lifetime 1% discount card for the fast-food restaurant. Yet Shakespeare still failed to detect anything unique about Yunxi.

Shakespeare decided to give up.

Coincidentally, he had grown tired of the fast-food joint and planned to return to his usual upscale restaurant.

True to his word, the next day Shakespeare appeared at the high-end establishment. He elegantly took his seat and casually ordered his regular dishes.

The restaurant featured floor-to-ceiling windows, offering Shakespeare a full view of the scenery outside and a faint reflection of his own ordinarily disguised face.

Indeed, he had maintained his disguise today—using his real identity Shakespeare for a casual meal might invite unnecessary trouble…

Ah, the food arrived. Chew, chew… Mmm, this was real cuisine, chew, chew…

Thud! The sound of pounding on glass abruptly erupted.

Followed by a voice indistinguishable from a haunting spirit: Ughhhhhh so you’re here… I’ve been searching everywhere for you…

Shakespeare froze mid-bite.

He slowly turned his head.

Pressed against the glass outside was a familiar figure—limbs splayed against the restaurant exterior, a pair of resentful cyan eyes fixed intently on Shakespeare.

It was Yunxi.

Realizing he had finally caught Shakespeare’s attention, Yunxi began grinding his teeth:

Why didn’t you come to my place today? Didn’t you say my food was the best? That you couldn’t go a day without it?

Oh, I see. My restaurant is option E, the backup plan, the spare button on a suit jacket, a stray puppy to be discarded at will…

Growing increasingly agitated, Yunxi suddenly produced a hammer from nowhere and slammed it against the glass, creating a web of cracks.

Accompanied by the shattering glass came Yunxi’s anguished cry:

Patrons began fleeing in panic at the sudden commotion, while staff scrambled to call security…

Yet Shakespeare merely glanced at his own meal, recalled the dreadful British food at Yunxi’s shop, then looked back at Yunxi outside the broken window.

Finally, Shakespeare said: I had no choice.

Perhaps… you’d like to come in and join me?

My treat, Shakespeare added.

Yunxi stared blankly at Shakespeare for a long moment.

*

This is delicious! This too! And this one’s extraordinary! Yunxi grew more delighted with each bite. So this is what British food actually tastes like!

Looking up at Shakespeare, Yunxi sheepishly offered an apology: I’m sorry, sir. It seems we both had our difficulties in this matter.

Shakespeare felt somewhat speechless, but watching Yunxi—who had just apologized before immediately diving back into devouring food, then asking if he could take some home to share with the younger ones at his restaurant—finally set his mind at ease.

This was a somewhat peculiar but genuinely benevolent Savior toward the world. There was no need for excessive concern.

Of course, it would be even better if the other party refrained from stealing his belongings.

Maintaining a polite smile, Shakespeare quietly activated his special ability, swapping the underwear that was nearly stolen with a wristwatch.

*

Thanks to Shakespeare’s maneuvering, Yunxi had temporarily passed the hurdle of dealing with the Clock Tower Attendants. In fact, Yunxi remained completely unaware that he had crossed paths with a Transcendent.

Meanwhile, on another front, Verlaine had accepted the mission to assassinate the Queen of England and quietly arrived in the country.

Verlaine had already gathered all necessary intelligence on his way, so now, all that remained was to wait for the right moment—the Queen’s public appearance.

Until then, he only needed to lie low around the Clock Tower Attendants, blending in as an ordinary civilian.

Thus, while Yunxi, on night shift, was pondering what to cook for himself and Gogol’s late-night snack, he suddenly heard an unfamiliar voice: “One signature set meal.”

Yunxi snapped back to attention: “Oh, sure.”

He turned and nudged Gogol, who had been lying nearby with his eyes closed: “Korya, we’ve got an order. Go fetch the ingredients for me.”

Yunxi took the ingredients and left.

Verlaine’s expression was initially indifferent. But upon seeing an ordinary person casually ordering around an Esper, his face darkened.

Recalling his own past of being manipulated by humans, Verlaine found himself inexplicably asking the space-type ability user: “Are you obeying his commands willingly?”

Gogol had just begun to rise when the blond man behind him abruptly spoke, posing such a question.

Gogol: ?

What else? Did he have to say he liked Yunxi?

When Gogol first adopted this persona, he had quite enjoyed it. But as time passed and everyone kept asking, he developed a bit of PTSD toward this role that somewhat restricted his freedom.

Still, considering Yunxi hadn’t yet infiltrated the Clock Tower Attendants—and the long-awaited drama had yet to unfold—Gogol weighed his words and replied, “I’m willingly taking orders from little Yunxi. After all, I like him.”

The previously irritated Verlaine: ?

After all… what?

Over there, Yunxi called out again: “Korya, come clear the table.”

Gogol stood up.

Noticing Verlaine’s lingering confusion, Gogol mimicked Yunxi’s tone: “You wouldn’t understand. Actually, this is quite blissful. Little Yunxi only orders me around because he likes me. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t even bother with me.”

Yunxi urged again: “Ko·ry·a!”

Verlaine: ???

Is this really affection, and not that ordinary person treating an Esper like a slave?

To be honest, Verlaine had encountered those obsessed with deities, those devoted solely to their country, and even those abandoned by their nation who refused to care about anything.

But he had never met someone with such a useful special ability, yet whose mind was filled entirely with romance.

As Verlaine was still pondering, Yunxi had already started serving the dishes.

Hey buddy, your order’s here.

Late at night, Yunxi hadn’t wanted to work in the first place, especially since he was currently hungry. So he casually remarked: This is disgusting British food, this is also disgusting British food, and this is exceptionally disgusting British food…

I already told you it doesn’t taste good, so if you’re not satisfied you can’t leave a bad review. Just finished killing potatoes and my hands are still hot – I’ll chase you like a little lamb just like an eagle, lion, or tiger would…

Yunxi’s voice gradually trailed off as he introduced the dishes in Nang language.

Yunxi hadn’t looked carefully at this blond customer initially, but after noticing the other’s full outfit of high-end goods, Yunxi’s saliva started flowing faster than tears.

Since the other person was so wealthy, it should be fine if Yunxi stole a little, right?

Yunxi quietly extended one hand.

Gogol seemed to sense something, pausing his action of cleaning the table.

On Yunxi’s side, [Nimble Hands] activated.

The next moment, Yunxi found himself holding a cross carved from tree branches. Verlaine’s attack suddenly erupted, while Gogol forcibly used teleportation on Yunxi, pulling him to his side.

These three events happened almost simultaneously. Before Yunxi could react, the battle had already begun.

Gogol rarely showed such a serious expression. It was even the first time he continuously used [Overcoat] without pause in front of Yunxi, each teleportation covering the maximum range of 30 meters, and he didn’t mind at all that Yunxi was clinging tightly to him.

But even so, the blond man’s attacks still followed them like a shadow, clearly still holding back.

It’s a Transcendent, and one who came from outside Britain with a grudge against [Clock Tower Attendant], Gogol said gravely. This is really bad. We seem to have accidentally gotten involved in some trouble.

By the way, wouldn’t the Clown’s final ending be dying together with Yunxi? Gogol suddenly thought of something during the teleportation. That kind of ending sounds terrifying, like not gaining freedom even after death…

Yunxi maintained a koala-like position, clinging tightly to Gogol throughout, but his attention was completely focused on the enemy, not sparing a single thought for his favorite white-haired companion.

Hearing that the other still had the mood to care about such things at this moment, Yunxi couldn’t take it anymore.

Although the Savior usually indulged in pleasure-seeking, when it came to important matters, he was indeed much more reliable than the Clown!

Yunxi finally managed to successfully use [Probe] on the man opposite them and spoke rapidly:

Name, Paul Verlaine, combat power 266, roughly two and a half Nakahara Chuya. Special ability is similar to Nakahara Chuya’s – controlling gravity of objects, using objects to attack us…

Korya, head near [Clock Tower Attendant]!

Gogol didn’t expect Yunxi’s special ability to reveal so much information about the enemy, nor did he understand why they needed to approach another dangerous source. He wanted to ask for details, but given the particularly urgent situation, he kept his mouth shut and immediately changed direction.

Yunxi: Open a portal for me that can reach the underground interior of [Clock Tower Attendant].

Gogol seemed to understand what Yunxi intended to do.

He actively embraced Yunxi, allowing the other to free both hands – one facing outward, the other passing through the portal.

Yunxi indeed knew what to do. After all, when he had been companions with Nakahara Chuuya before, he had already considered how to restrain him.

It was true that the player’s backpack could store items, but the momentum of objects wouldn’t just disappear into thin air.

Yunxi took in all of Verlaine’s attacks in one go and then dumped them all beneath the [Clock Tower Attendant].

Gogol, somewhat flustered, kept adjusting the positions of the portals he had opened for Yunxi to avoid being stabbed by the chunks of Earth emerging from behind. He let out an awkward laugh: Haha, question! Little Yunxi, what’s the point of this?

It was true that members of the [Clock Tower Attendant] had come out to attack the blond man, but the blond man was clearly far stronger than them. The [Clock Tower Attendant] simply couldn’t hold him back!

Yunxi snapped back to reality and answered honestly: This move is called moral coercion plus redirecting trouble. It works against Nakahara Chuuya, but it’s useless against this guy who has the same Special ability as him. After all, he’s strong and has no morals.

But since we’re going to die anyway, I feel better seeing others suffer along with me.

After all, that’s just how low-quality Saviors are, hehe.

Gogol: .

Gogol began wondering if it was still too late to run away now.

With the Transcendent from the [Clock Tower Attendant] plus this Transcendent, Gogol felt that if this whole group showed up, he wouldn’t survive the day.

But the blond man across from them seemed to have finally heard Yunxi’s words.

His movements paused, then he murmured: An Esper who possesses the same Special ability as me?

Gogol: !

Gogol wanted to seize the chance to escape, but the activation speed of the blond man’s Special ability when he was serious was even faster than the most exaggerated scenario Gogol had imagined.

Nearly invisible white threads suddenly shot toward Gogol, and just before they could completely shred his body, Yunxi timely reached out and stored them in his backpack.

But a small piece of Yunxi’s finger got sliced off in the process.

Fortunately, Gogol had plenty of experience with this. He reattached the small segment of Yunxi’s finger at the fastest speed possible before Yunxi started bleeding.

However, something worse happened afterward.

Gogol focused his attention on manipulating Yunxi’s finger, naturally slowing his teleportation speed by half a beat.

While Yunxi quickly threw unimportant items from his backpack into Gogol’s cloak, he shouted loudly before the blond man could attack again:

The blond man finally stopped his movements.

I do know him. The blond man completely ignored why Yunxi would know his name, simply stating, So, what’s your relationship with the [Gravity User]?

The group arrived together at the hideout Gogol had prepared in advance but never used.

Yunxi had already realized that this Transcendent’s relationship with Nakahara Chuuya was probably not simple. Given the other’s familiar tone when speaking about Chuuya, Yunxi decided to first take out the storage card he had casually copied back then, never expecting it would still come in handy.

While explaining to Verlaine who these people in the video that he had beaten up were and what grudges they held against Nakahara Chuuya, Yunxi frowned at his own youthful inexperience from back then.

Yunxi gritted his teeth: I was still too green back then. If I had just turned off this body cam temporarily midway, I could have directly activated Thunder Lord Mode!

After all, according to the law of conservation of battery power, when the body camera runs out of charge, the electric baton automatically gets fully charged!

Verlaine didn’t speak, but he was somewhat impressed by Yunxi.

After watching Yunxi’s satisfying performance, Verlaine casually pointed at some other items Yunxi had just taken out: And what are these?

Yunxi signaled Gogol to teleport the item away immediately, then said warily, “I can’t show this to you for now. First, tell me, what’s your relationship with Nakahara Chuuya?”

Since the other party seemed genuinely concerned about Chuya, Verlaine showed rare mercy: “Chuuya is my kind. You could say he’s my brother.”

“I might harm everyone else in this world, but I would never lay a hand on Chuuya. Yunxi-kun, you need not doubt this point.”

“Hmm…” Gogol glanced at Yunxi, “Clown thinks it doesn’t sound like a lie.”

Without confirming whether he believed it or not, Yunxi simply imitated Gogol’s mannerism: “Question!”

Verlaine: ?

Skipping over the birch cross he had already secretly obtained, Yunxi said: “If I’m willing to give you these Yokohama intelligence reports, plus a phone that can contact Nakahara Chuuya, would you help me break into the [Clock Tower Attendant] to steal something once?”

Verlaine didn’t care what Yunxi intended to do, and the request seemed simple enough to him.

His only confusion was: “Back in that shop earlier, were you using space-type special abilities?”

He had actually thought it was this Clown using Yunxi as a “relay station” to expand the range of his own space-type abilities.

But now it seemed…

Yunxi reached out and materialized the coin Verlaine had used to attack him earlier, which he hadn’t had time to discard.

Gogol waved his cloak, swiftly transferring the still violently vibrating coin away at top speed.

Yunxi demonstrated: “Just like this. My ability is storage, Korya’s is transference. My ability is quite useful and won’t hold you back.”

After thinking for a moment, Verlaine said: “Acceptable, but I need to see proof that the phone in your possession can actually contact Chuuya.”

Yunxi calculated – it was currently early morning in England, around 9 AM in Japan. Nakahara Chuuya should already be at work.

Without hesitation, Yunxi pulled out his phone, ignoring the numerous messages Chuya had previously sent him, and sent a classic conversation-starter: [Chuya, you there?]

After reconsidering, worried Chuya might think he was asking to borrow money and wouldn’t reply, Yunxi changed his approach: [Someone asked me for your phone number.]

Chuya replied with a single word: [Who?]

Yunxi immediately responded: [Just kidding, was checking if you’re around.]

Chuya: […………]

Yunxi: [Got time? Video call?]

Verlaine watched the phone screen before Yunxi, a rare hint of anticipation appearing in his eyes.

Yunxi didn’t disappoint Verlaine.

Soon, a Nakahara Chuuya dressed in black suit appeared on the small phone screen before Verlaine.

Completely unaware of Verlaine’s presence, Chuya somewhat awkwardly adjusted his formal hat, looking at Yunxi as he said: “So you remember how to call me? Playing dead and not replying to messages – I thought you’d long since died out there.”

Verlaine stared at Chuya’s face and the familiar hat on his head that originally belonged to Rimbaud, his expression gradually going completely blank.

Nakahara Chuuya was still rambling endlessly about the chaos Yunxi had caused in Yokohama and the subsequent troubles that arose from it, but Verlaine only asked with some difficulty, “Chuuya, your hat, is…”

Nakahara Chuuya: ?

Yunxi directly hung up the phone.

Verlaine: .

He had just been considering sparing Yunxi’s life, but now he genuinely wanted to kill someone.

Fortunately, in the end, Verlaine chose to temporarily cooperate with Yunxi, partly because this phone was currently the only means for him to directly contact Nakahara Chuuya.

Of course, another reason was that Verlaine was also very curious about what exactly Yunxi wanted to obtain from the [Clock Tower Attendant].

Moreover, the information Yunxi provided was extremely useful—whether it was the power distribution in Yokohama, intelligence on Espers in the Port Mafia, or details about the Port Mafia’s deceased former executive, Rando.

Verlaine quickly composed himself.

Before setting off, Verlaine finally asked in confusion, “You’re just letting that space-type ability user leave like that?”

Yunxi was still tidying up: “Ah, well, we won’t need him later anyway.”

Verlaine wanted to say that he couldn’t keep carrying Yunxi to escape indefinitely, and it would be better for Yunxi to call back that space-type ability user who could rapidly relocate.

But after thinking it over carefully, Verlaine felt that human affairs were none of his concern.

Verlaine simply stood up: “Let’s go.”

Verlaine regretted it.

Helping Yunxi break into the [Clock Tower Attendant] and retrieve the [Great Order] Yunxi wanted was extremely simple. Generally speaking, Verlaine’s escape from the [Clock Tower Attendant] would have been just as straightforward.

Right after obtaining the [Great Order], Verlaine watched helplessly as Yunxi suddenly leaped away from him, pretending to be a [Clock Tower Attendant] member and launching an attack against him.

Before Verlaine could figure out what Yunxi was trying to do, he saw Yunxi throw a couple of theatrical punches at him before pulling out a firearm and indiscriminately opening fire.

Yunxi seemed to be shooting randomly, but the bullets were as if they had eyes—Verlaine didn’t even use his special ability, and they all struck the [Clock Tower Attendant] members.

The [Clock Tower Attendant] members, who began coughing up blood one after another: …

They stared at this person in their midst, starting to suspect that something had gone wrong somewhere.

Verlaine also watched Yunxi, wondering what exactly Yunxi was planning to do.

Yunxi smoothly turned around, now facing away from Verlaine.

Yunxi was still pretending to be a [Clock Tower Attendant] member. Addressing his “comrades,” Yunxi cautiously said in Japanese: “Da… daijoubu?”

The [Clock Tower Attendant] crowd simply stared at Yunxi.

Realizing there was no way to avoid this, Yunxi began frantically bowing at 90-degree angles, saying: “Sumimasen, sumimasen…”

[Clock Tower Attendant] members and Verlaine: …

Yunxi was truly treating everyone like fools.

The [Clock Tower Attendant] members expressionlessly raised their weapons toward Yunxi, while Verlaine directly used gravity manipulation on Yunxi, pulling him over to his side in advance.

However, Yunxi still ended up with several noticeable graze wounds.

In the midst of the battle, Verlaine took a moment to kindly ask Yunxi: “Are you okay?”

While taunting the enemy, Yunxi found a moment to flash a thumbs-up and began singing: “Gwenchana, ding ding ding ding ding, gwenchana…”

Verlaine: …

First acting Japanese, now Korean—just determined not to be Chinese, huh?

He took a deep breath, forcibly blasted away all the surrounding Clock Tower Attendant members, and hauled up Yunxi, who kept going “ding ding ding.”

“We should leave,” Verlaine said.

Yunxi twitched his fingers to show he understood.

But perhaps Yunxi understood too well.

Two seconds later, Verlaine’s body began plummeting downward at high speed.

Watching Yunxi burrow through the ground ahead, Verlaine started wondering why he had been so pretentious earlier—why he hadn’t just fought their way out with Yunxi and protected him for a while as an added bonus to their deal.

Verlaine had long stopped caring about the pride of a Transcendent; otherwise, he wouldn’t have taken assassination jobs everywhere.

But that didn’t mean he was willing to make such an embarrassing exit in front of the Clock Tower Attendant.

When Yunxi dragged him into the ground, Verlaine sensed something was wrong.

As the Clock Tower Attendant kept using their special abilities to drill through the soil Yunxi had restored but still couldn’t catch up, Verlaine’s unease grew heavier.

The falling speed increased rapidly while acceleration diminished. Seeing Yunxi in terrible condition but still tunneling ahead, Verlaine forced himself to stay calm.

He proactively reached out, enveloping Yunxi in a dark red special ability membrane.

Yunxi’s body stopped, but his soul still wanted to keep fleeing downward.

Verlaine struggled: “Yunxi-kun, if we go any deeper, I might not be able to catch you.”

After all, the foundation of the “gravity manipulation” ability was “gravity.”

If Yunxi dragged him all the way to the weightless center of the Earth, they’d both be doomed.

This planet would be doomed too.

Verlaine hated humanity, but not to that extent!

*

Verlaine began slowly flying in the direction Yunxi indicated.

He could feel a subtle difference between their exit route and entry path, guessing Yunxi intended to dig directly to the meeting point with that Clown.

Verlaine abruptly asked: “Yunxi-kun, you know I’m going to Yokohama to find Chuya, right?”

Yunxi was still organizing his player backpack and casually replied: “Mhm.”

Verlaine: “Do you think Chuya would willingly leave with me?”

Yunxi: ?

Yunxi looked Verlaine over, then stated firmly: “Definitely not, what wishful thinking is that?”

Even though the player had such a good relationship with Nakahara Chuuya, didn’t Chuuya still choose the Port Mafia?

Verlaine was taken aback, then asked: “What if I kill all the humans Chuya has bonds with…”

Yunxi decisively: “Let’s not do that, okay?”

Yunxi said: “Don’t kill them—it’s more cost-effective to keep them around and slowly break them in. Once they’re obedient, you can make them become Chuya’s dogs. Then you won’t need to find other suitable people to be Chuya’s dogs in the future.”

Yunxi added: “How nice that Chuya has such a good older brother like you. I wish I had one too.”

Yunxi continued: “Brother, you can kill anyone around me except Korya. Feel free to kill them, just leave me a couple to play with.”

Yunxi finally said, “Brother, actually I might not be human either. I know you’re artificial gods, and I feel quite divine myself. So, brother, would you like one more little brother?”

Verlaine, receiving support for the first time: ???

Watching Yunxi trying to act like a delicate bird clinging to a non-human, Verlaine felt something was off but couldn’t pinpoint what exactly.

He did think Yunxi didn’t seem very human, but he needed more time to figure out what species he might be.

Still, he had developed quite a fondness for Yunxi, so after rejecting Yunxi’s application to become his little brother, he proactively asked:

“What are you planning to do next? Do you need me to protect you and leave Europe?”

Yunxi emerged from the ground, glanced at the small villa nearby where Clown was lying in wait, and flexed his wrist:

“Ah, that won’t be necessary. Next, I’m going to go bully some ordinary people.”

Bully ordinary people?

Driven by a curiosity he couldn’t quite explain, Verlaine followed along.

What Verlaine witnessed next was Yunxi forcibly breaking into a residence. After an awkward chase and six gunshots, Yunxi finally cornered the man living inside.

The man gasped for breath and said, “You’re out of bullets, right? Can we talk this over? At least don’t resort to violence…”

Yunxi produced another handgun.

The man fell silent.

“Never heard of the dual-wielding god of war?” Yunxi sneered. “Country bumpkin.”

Verlaine, Gogol: …

In a state of utter despair, the man was tied up by Yunxi and gagged with a rag.

Yunxi sat on a chair, crossed his legs, and pointed the soles of his feet at the man.

“Boss, long time no see.”

“Walls have ears, you know. I’m aware that you took out accident insurance policies for both me and Korya. Be sensible and hand over our insurance money. Otherwise…”

The stingy boss struggled frantically and shook his head wildly: “Mmph! Mmph!”

That money was rightfully his! After last night’s incident, his entire shop was gone!

He refused to believe that Yunxi could actually do anything to him if he just held out!

Yunxi indeed couldn’t actually kill him—if he did, Yunxi wouldn’t get the money either.

So Yunxi turned to Gogol: “No other choice. We’ll have to extract money from him through other means. Korya, take his clothes off.”

“Boss, this is your own choice. I can’t help it. After all, I’m a petty person—gentlemen seek wealth through proper means, but petty people seek wealth without manners…”

Boss: ???

Boss: !!!

The boss mustered all his strength and spat out the rag.

Boss: “I’ll pay! I’ll pay!”

He’d rather not exchange his chastity for pounds sterling!

Yunxi, who had just turned on his camera: “Tch.”

Ordinary NPCs are so fragile. Getting this worked up over converting credit points into pounds.

Gogol glanced at the confused blond man, then at Yunxi, meaningfully: “Hmm…”

Seems like little Yunxi is the only one here who didn’t think of anything inappropriate.

Worried that Yunxi might come up with other ways to torment him, after handing over the accident insurance money to Yunxi and Gogol, the boss proactively promised not to fire Yunxi’s coworkers. He explained that during the shop’s repair period, Yunxi’s colleagues would simply be on paid leave.

Yunxi was completely satisfied.

“Making money is just that simple.” Yunxi cheerfully packed up the items that originally belonged to the Boss, preparing to take them all away later.

When fleeing, the Boss had even left behind his most valuable watch due to Yunxi’s single cough.

Verlaine and Gogol who were present: …

When Yunxi looked over, they both instinctively avoided eye contact, then froze in place upon realizing their own reactions.

Finally, Verlaine spoke first: “I’m leaving.”

“Okay… wait.” Yunxi suddenly looked up sharply. “So you haven’t left yet?”

Verlaine: .

Verlaine left expressionlessly.

Yunxi didn’t notice the NPC’s displeasure.

Worried that the escaped Boss might return with local police, Yunxi quickly gathered all the valuable items from the Boss’s residence and fled with Gogol to another small country.

After confirming everything was normal with no pursuers, they finally had time to take out the [Great Order] from the player’s backpack to examine.

Whether there were any tracking or self-destruct special programs on the [Great Order] would be revealed in this moment of truth.

Yunxi carefully took out the box.

Gogol inspected it: “This box is indeed a special ability item that only serves a protective function, but it’s absolutely impossible to open without the password.”

Yunxi said seriously: “Should we go back to the [Clock Tower Attendant] to get the password now?”

Gogol waved his cloak and directly retrieved the item.

Yunxi cooperatively clapped “papapa” for quite a while, then asked: “So Korya, can you completely destroy this thing?”

Gogol blinked: “Probably… does little Yunxi want me to destroy it now?”

“If it can be destroyed, then don’t destroy it yet!” Yunxi quickly stopped Gogol. “This item might still be useful!”

Saying this, Yunxi began carefully studying the [Great Order].

Unfortunately, the [Great Order] seemed to truly have no other function besides commanding subordinates.

The scenario Yunxi imagined – “The Savior grasps the [Great Order], instantly refines it, unexpectedly awakens a special ability on the spot, then continuously breaks through to the Transcendent realm” – also didn’t happen.

Yunxi: “Tch.”

Too unwilling to let such a powerful item remain useless in his hands, Yunxi thought for a moment and began the familiar tunnel-digging process.

Gogol: ?

He didn’t understand, but still cooperatively followed Yunxi into the tunnel.

He watched as Yunxi dug eight separate tunnels, collected the soil from them, then put it back.

Finally, Yunxi raised the [Great Order]: “I command you to use the fastest speed to conquer all underground areas you can reach for me!”

The ants, earthworms, and poisonous insects: …

Under Gogol’s astonished gaze, they uniformly advanced deep into the soil.

Yunxi was satisfied.

Yunxi turned around confidently: “If this succeeds, then from now on! I won’t need to burn insect nests with alcohol before sleeping when staying outside, then spray insecticide after putting out the fire, and finally use polyurethane foam to seal all nearby gaps!”

“Life is so easy. My world really is a wish-fulfillment novel, isn’t it!”

Yunxi’s emotional sigh was particularly heartfelt.

Gogol glanced at the insects that seemed genuinely obedient, then looked back at Yunxi, beginning to question his life.

How was this supposed to be easy?

Still, Gogol was very curious to see how Yunxi actually planned to use these insects—he didn’t believe it would be as simple as Yunxi claimed.

But waiting around was just too boring.

Yunxi felt the same way.

So, after just a few days, Yunxi grew restless and began wondering whether he could reclaim the organization he had once founded in that small country and later handed over to Fyodor.

True to his nature, Yunxi wasted no time. Soon, he and Gogol secretly made their way there.

Unbeknownst to them, exactly one week earlier, Fyodor had finally finished making use of the organization that once belonged to Yunxi.

Fyodor felt no attachment. The day after completing his plan, he killed everyone involved and promptly left the country.

After a brief period of turmoil and infighting, Yunxi’s organization elected a new boss.

It was said that this new boss held Yunxi in high esteem—having joined the organization after hearing Yunxi’s speech in a beer hall. To express his devotion, one of his first acts upon taking power was to change the organization’s name back from [Rats in the House of the Dead] to [Nameless].

Not only that, but the most eye-catching sight greeting Yunxi and Gogol upon their arrival was a semi-Chinese-style building commissioned by the new boss.

Yunxi casually stopped a local and asked what was being built over there.

The local replied enthusiastically, “It’s an Imperial Ancestral Temple being built for Qin Shi Huang.”

Yunxi: “Oh, I see… cough cough cough!”

*

Back at their secret hideout, Gogol burst into louder laughter than usual: “Ahahahaha! An Imperial Ancestral Temple! Ahahahaha! Qin Shi Huang! Ahahahaha! Little Yunxi!”

Yunxi clamped a hand over Gogol’s mouth, his tone ominous: “Enough. Keep going and I’ll end you.”

Gogol quieted down briefly, then: “Pfft pfft pfft pfft…”

Yunxi grew even more embarrassed, but couldn’t help wanting to laugh along.

Good news: he’d always joked online about deserving an Imperial Ancestral Temple—and now he actually had one.

Bad news: it was built by foreigners, and the pseudonym he’d used was Qin Shi Huang.

How was he supposed to show his face in his in-game country after this?

Squirming as if covered in invisible itchiness, Yunxi finally decided to go give the new boss a scare and persuade him to tone it down a little.

Forget about usurping his position—how could he, when the guy admired him so much?

Yunxi calmly began digging into the ground, recruiting all the insects he unearthed as his underlings, and set off just like that.

Meanwhile, on the other side…

The new boss of the Nameless Organization was in his mansion, conducting his nightly prayers.

He wished to meet the first boss of the Nameless Organization—the one he’d faithfully follow—and to talk deep into the night with him, earnestly discussing how they could advance their cause here.

To that end, these past few days, instead of praying only to God, he’d been directing his prayers to Hong ○ Quan, hoping this second son of God—who also hailed from that same country—would convey his devotion to that Master.

As he finished his prayers, the new boss slowly opened his eyes.

A familiar figure stood before him, studying him intently.

His appearance was gentle and non-threatening, and his height wasn’t particularly tall even by European standards. If seen alone, he might easily be underestimated.

But the new boss wouldn’t be.

Yunxi thought he had successfully intimidated the new boss who hadn’t yet consolidated his position. He slowly sat down.

There was no stool here.

But it didn’t matter.