I Became the Savior on the Fourth Day of Disaster - Chapter 23:{four in one including 1k bonus chapter with the nutrients solution}

Chapter 23:{four in one including 1k bonus chapter with the nutrients solution}

The new boss had already turned on the lights in the room and could clearly see what Yunxi was sitting on.

Yet his expression remained unchanged, his attitude still brimming with enthusiasm. He merely pulled over a normal chair for Gogol at lightning speed when the latter entered.

After completing this, he addressed Yunxi: The previous boss you selected died unexpectedly. I was elected as the new boss by everyone. My name is Laszlo…
Yunxi had grown numb to Gogol’s laughter by now. He said with utter exasperation: Why don’t you just call yourself Lao Chou?
The new boss immediately seized the opportunity: Then I’ll be called Lao Chou from now on.
Yunxi took a deep breath.

Alright, confirmed. This guy was truly abstract beyond measure.

Yunxi raised his hand, cutting off the incessant stream of flattery, and reluctantly engaged in brief communication with him.

Lao Chou struggled to contain his excitement: Your real name is Yunxi? Would you be willing to have your true name engraved in our Imperial Ancestral Temple?
Yunxi facepalmed: How could I possibly refuse?
It was somewhat embarrassing, but for someone from Zhonghua, this was actually an honor.

He just couldn’t use the name Qin Shi Huang – imagine future NPC archaeologists in this game world discovering there was a wide-open Imperial Ancestral Temple for Qin Shi Huang in Europe. That would be ridiculous.

As for the [Clock Tower Attendants] Yunxi had provoked, there was no need to worry about them either. If the [Clock Tower Attendants] really wanted to investigate, they would have discovered Yunxi’s connection to this organization by now. Their absence proved they hadn’t connected the theft of the [Great Order] to Yunxi.

Unaware of Yunxi’s thoughts, Lao Chou continued: Do you remember that Zhonghua native who raised his hand in opposition when you wanted to transfer the organization?
Yunxi nodded.

How could he not know? Hu Mu, of course.

Lao Chou: The day after you left, he disappeared too. Our organization had even posted a bounty for him, but just yesterday, many of his fellow villagers showed up. They said he wasn’t trying to escape, but wanted to help others get rich too, so he went back home to persuade them. He hasn’t arrived yet because some people were unwilling to come, and he’s still persuading them. They said they’ll all come together in a few days if successful…
Yunxi: ???

Wait, they’re sending more people???

Yunxi couldn’t understand what was worth investigating here, but he played along: Hu Mu indeed has no issues. He reported to me about… taking home leave. I forgot to inform you all.
But how exactly did Hu Mu’s fellow villagers get here?
Europe was accessible, but not that accessible, right?

Lao Chou: Not sure, they didn’t explain in detail. They just mentioned something about consulting Mazu and then came.
Yunxi: .

Alright.

No wonder regional discrimination was so severe here – someone was taking the blame for others!

Yunxi obtained the addresses of these fellow villagers of Hu Mu from Lao Chou. Then, partly out of consideration for the Imperial Ancestral Temple, he asked if the organization had encountered any difficulties recently.

Confirming there were none, Yunxi exchanged contact information with Lao Chou and told him to go back and rest.

Gogol was clearly disgusted by the insects around Yunxi. Using his teleportation special ability, he sent all the insects, insect corpses, and insect fluids underground. Then with a swirl of his cloak, he directly teleported Yunxi to the roof of an empty building in the distance.

Though Gogol had initially looked displeased, seeing Yunxi suffer the consequences of his excessive freedom made him cheerful again. His eyes curved into crescents as he asked:

How does it feel? Do you want to go meet those people now?
Yunxi felt like he had endured more setbacks today than in the entire previous week.

Sitting on the rooftop, he waved his hand dismissively and said, Forget it, I’ll go when I have time.
The player couldn’t help feeling absurd when he thought about how he had originally just wanted to obtain items to strengthen himself and had always treated everyone equally, yet now he was being enshrined in the Imperial Ancestral Temple.

Before figuring out why this had happened, the player decided to maintain his current position and not make any moves.

Yunxi leaned backward, and his head happened to be caught by Gogol’s hand behind him. The red pom-pom used to tie his ponytail brushed against Gogol’s palm twice.

Yunxi didn’t notice these details, but Gogol pinched the pom-pom that originally belonged to him and began contemplating the relationship and conflict between his freedom and Yunxi.
However, before Gogol could think it through, Yunxi suddenly noticed something. He sharply turned to look in a certain direction and signaled for Gogol to lower his body.

Gogol cooperatively crouched down and followed Yunxi’s gaze.

There are people… seems like military personnel.
Indeed, it was a group that appeared very formal and disciplined, moving completely according to commands, with uniforms and weapons all of the same model.

But now, the problem was…

Gogol felt like laughing again: Little Yunxi, they seem to be investigating your Imperial Ancestral Temple.
His tone gradually took on a malicious edge: How terrible. Could it be that little Yunxi’s temple will be demolished by the local authorities before it’s even completed?
Yunxi: …

Gogol promptly held Yunxi back.

Gogol whispered: Little Yunxi, Clown was just joking. The style of these people’s uniforms seems off – they probably aren’t military uniforms from this country or neighboring nations.
Yunxi expressionlessly replied: So?
That’s not the point, is it?

Gogol: So, if Clown isn’t mistaken, they’re probably that organization calling themselves Mimic. The members are a group of ghosts who betrayed their own country and escaped from the battlefield…
Yunxi roughly understood.

Yunxi offered sharp commentary: So they came here because they’ve lost their own faith, and now they don’t want my organization to build my Imperial Ancestral Temple either!
Gogol nodded seriously: Exactly!
Yunxi: Then this Mimic is really terrible!
Gogol spoke with feigned gravity: Indeed they are!
Gogol held onto Yunxi: This won’t do.
Yunxi cooperatively repeated: Meaning?
Gogol: If little Yunxi has any intention of attacking him, he’ll definitely sense it in advance and notice little Yunxi, ultimately causing even more serious damage to little Yunxi’s temple!
Yunxi fell silent.

Gogol, who could detect everything within a 30-meter radius, chuckled softly: A special ability that can perceive the entire space isn’t just about precognition – little Yunxi can rest assured about this.
Yunxi understood.

He just needed to scare them away, then take his time with the plan.

Yunxi took out the [Great Order] and whispered, Come here.
The insects began writhing their way to a position near the Imperial Ancestral Temple close to Yunxi.

Yunxi had the insects form a black Verlaine.

The insects certainly didn’t possess Verlaine’s attack power, but Yunxi’s backpack still contained a few items left behind when Verlaine had attacked him.

Yunxi said softly, Korya, open a portal for me to the insects.
Gogol blinked and cooperatively covered Yunxi’s left hand with his long cape from behind.

Using the [Great Order], Yunxi controlled the Verlaine to slowly raise its hand, while the player selected [Coin from Paul Verlaine] ×1 from the backpack.

Meanwhile, near the Imperial Ancestral Temple.

The special ability [Narrow Gate] of Mimic’s leader, André Gide, suddenly activated.

He foresaw the danger his subordinates would encounter when attacking this half-finished structure.

Enemy attack?
Confident in his strength, Gide went to his attacked subordinate’s side and raised his weapon.

Then, in another vision of the future, he saw the enemy’s appearance and weapon:

[The Nordic God], Paul Verlaine?!
Boom!!! In the prophecy, a coin from the opponent’s hand flew toward his direction.

Gide decisively ordered: Retreat!
They did seek death, but their death couldn’t be so reckless, without even having time to pick up their weapons and fight!

Mimic left.

Yunxi was happy.

The prophecy ability is quite useful after all. I scared them away without even having to actually attack.
What was this called? Scaring yourself?

But today’s matter can’t just end like this. Those without ability may wait ten years for revenge, but the Savior takes revenge from morning till night…
Halfway through his sentence, Yunxi suddenly felt something was wrong.

Gogol should have canceled his special ability usage, but Yunxi still felt as if his left hand was tightly wrapped by something moving.

If not insects, then what could it be?

Yunxi looked down and saw Gogol—through the cape fabric—completely covering the player’s hand with a gloved hand in dark red, occasionally pressing and kneading it.

Yunxi: ?

Although the Savior quite liked the Clown, at times like this, the Savior always felt like he was the one being taken advantage of… Was it an illusion?

Not sure, better test it.

While the Clown was holding his own cape in place, Yunxi suddenly raised his hand and snatched off the Clown’s mask.

Then, recalling the description [Clown’s Poker Mask: Removing it might make the Clown speak a few heartfelt truths], Yunxi took advantage of the Clown’s stunned expression and directly asked:

Korya, that day when I woke up after being unconscious for a long time, was that thing pressing against me really your spare mask?
Gogol: !

While Gogol was still thinking about how to respond, Yunxi already knew the answer.

Yunxi took a deep breath.

The next second, he and Gogol were wrestling with each other: Lying to me, huh?! Playing with the Savior, huh?! Lusting after the Savior, huh?!
Korya, you’re really done for this time!!!

Gogol’s combat skills were still superior to Yunxi’s, but he was feeling guilty, and he was holding back, so Yunxi briefly gained the upper hand.

Yunxi held him down.

The two stared at each other under the moonlight. Then, for once, Yunxi didn’t launch an attack but simply took a deep sniff at Gogol’s neck.

Yunxi: Hehe, white hair :D.
After saying this, Yunxi buried his face back into Gogol’s neck: Such cute white hair… who do you think invented it? sniff sniff sniff…
Gogol, feeling a warm fluffy head rubbing against his neck: .

Did he even need to explain?

Gogol looked at Yunxi still straddling him and slowly blinked.

The next second, while maintaining his reclined position on the roof, he spread out the cloak behind him.

The Clown is ready! Gogol announced loudly.

Yunxi waited for a while but didn’t experience Gogol’s teleportation. Just as he was about to ask what was wrong, he met a pair of excited heterochromatic eyes.

Yunxi: ???

Yunxi realizing what he needed to do to be completely enveloped by the cloak: !!!

The action wasn’t particularly excessive, but for a player, taking initiative themselves was one thing – having an NPC demand it was another.

Yunxi wanted to get angry, but Yunxi couldn’t handle Mimic alone.

After struggling internally for a moment, Yunxi ultimately chose to compromise.

Being able to sniff the Clown a bit longer wasn’t a bad deal for the player!

Though Korya, you’re really something else, knowing exactly how to handle the Savior… Yunxi muttered as he lay down, taking the opportunity to sniff from different angles several times.

Having successfully achieved his goal, Gogol waited a while longer until Yunxi realized something was wrong and started kicking him repeatedly, before finally closing his cloak with a laugh.

Little Yunxi, we’re off!

Early that morning, at Mimic’s underground base.

Yunxi had created a transfer station 25 meters underground, then dug a nearly hundred-meter-deep tunnel below that.

Anyone coming underground would inevitably fall all the way down, eventually landing right in front of Yunxi.

Yunxi stood there, alternating left and right hooks, grabbing handfuls of sand to throw in enemies’ eyes with every turn and spin, every movement calculated to step on opponents’ feet, every flying kick aimed squarely at crotches – taking them on one by one, pair by pair.

How dare you target my Imperial Ancestral Temple! How dare you come to my territory!
You’ll do any despicable thing! Is your life motto ‘Go ahead and do it, leave the rest to karma’? Well, your karma is here now! How does it feel? How does it feel?!
Don’t think this ends today! Every time you dare target the Imperial Ancestral Temple from now on, I’ll beat you up! Understand?!
The Mimic members hadn’t been transferred with their weapons, and being suddenly relocated while asleep left them disoriented, allowing Yunxi to maintain the upper hand even while fighting multiple opponents.

They didn’t understand what was happening at first, but everything became clear once they saw Yunxi’s face.

Someone managed to speak with difficulty: With someone building you a temple… shouldn’t you be dead…
Yunxi hit this guy again: I have enough virtue! I deserve the Imperial Ancestral Temple even while alive! Got a problem with that?!
This Mimic soldier: .

Another soldier nearby: What’s your purpose? Mimic can cooperate with you…
Yunxi came to a halt, then let out a mocking laugh after a long pause: Oh? Trying to make a pact with a god now?
The Mimic soldier had just been about to retort about what kind of god the other even was when he was promptly knocked unconscious.

Mimic soldier: .

Losing to someone like this is so damn frustrating.

After dealing with this batch, Yunxi finally felt much more at ease.

But Yunxi wouldn’t let it go to his head—he remained as cautious as ever.

First, he had Gogol send all the Mimic members back, then instructed the bugs to clean up both the Mimic members and the human debris he had left behind.

Once that was done, Yunxi sent a message to the new boss of his organization: [Mimic is here. Be careful, but no need to send reinforcements for now. Let me weaken them first.]

Only after receiving the reply, [Understood, Master!] did Yunxi return to his underground hideout.

It was nearly dawn, but Yunxi still didn’t rest. He asked Gogol to help him access the dark web.

Yunxi began posting intelligence about Mimic.

He uploaded 108 links in one go, each with tailored rhetoric aimed at 108 different types of people. Thinking about the money he would make and the exhaustion Mimic would suffer from external harassment, Yunxi took a deep, refreshing breath and decided to get some sleep first.

I’ll handle the rest tomorrow. There’s still time.
Gogol, who hadn’t realized Yunxi’s earlier remark about revenge from morning till night was serious: …

Fortunately, the next day, the $9 million Yunxi earned from selling Mimic’s intel soothed his wounded heart quite well, and he decided to give Mimic a temporary break.

Let’s just put a little something in their food, Yunxi muttered to himself. Some laxatives. Let them know their asses aren’t meant for useless people—if they can’t handle constant diarrhea, they might as well die…
Watching Yunxi dump white powder in and then call the new boss to have all the anti-diarrhea medicine in local pharmacies taken off the shelves, Gogol: .

So this is what he calls giving someone a break.

Yunxi returned in high spirits and proceeded to post intel on the dark web about the Mimic members’ recent weakened state, selling that too.

Afterward, he browsed the dark web a bit more, specifically looking for posts related to himself.

Gogol leaned in briefly before pulling back: Little Yunxi, there’s no need to worry about this kind of thing. It’d be strange if your intel weren’t being sold in a place like this…
Yunxi shook his head: No, I need to see more of this stuff. It gives me motivation to keep living.
Gogol: ?

While marking the users who were selling his intel most aggressively—planning to track them down and teach them a harsh lesson offline when he had time—Yunxi adopted the dramatic tone he’d learned from Ivan:

Gogol had a bad feeling: So, little Yunxi, you mean…?
Yunxi stated succinctly: So, I’ll live well, then dismember, burn, mix, cement-pack, and finally scatter these guys in batches across the ocean, magma, and deserts.
Gogol’s expression turned extremely odd.

But then he remembered that calico cat—the one whose strongest attack had only been able to bite through the hem of Yunxi’s pants, yet Yunxi had nearly blown its head off with a single shot—and he thought Yunxi’s approach was perfectly free and reasonable.

Thinking this, Gogol simply teleported his head over, wanting to see what Yunxi would do next.

Yunxi cooperatively held onto one of Gogol’s heads, completely ignoring how bizarre the scene looked, and continued scrolling through his phone.

Wait, this one… Yunxi stopped at a certain page, Bounty for various intelligence about Yokohama?
The bounty description seemed quite casual with simple requirements, but it was priced at 20 million USD.

Yunxi remembered: Ah right, Verlaine is there.
Never mind then.

Yunxi’s reasoning seemed quite logical indeed.

However, after a week passed, Yunxi’s insect army was still progressing slowly in dominating the entire underworld. Meanwhile, the price for Yokohama intelligence had skyrocketed, with the highest bid reaching 80 million USD – several times the original amount.

The current situation could no longer be explained by Verlaine’s mere presence in Yokohama.

Yunxi couldn’t bear to spend money buying the earliest available intelligence, so he told Gogol: I want to go back to Yokohama to check.
Gogol didn’t mind either way, he was just curious: Unreasonable intelligence prices are indeed a precursor to major events. Yokohama will definitely be under strict security recently, and the strongest Esper unit Hound might even be deployed… How does little Yunxi plan to sneak in?
Yunxi found this reasonable.

He began thinking, and he finished thinking.

Yunxi tentatively suggested: What if we dig through the Earth…?
Gogol: Yunxi-kun would get tired and make mistakes.
Yunxi: Swim across the sea…?
Gogol: Well, there might be radiation over there.
Yunxi fell silent.

Gogol wanted to say that if Yunxi was willing to beg him, he wouldn’t mind helping create flawless forged documents.

But just then, Yunxi spoke again: No choice then, Korya, let’s prepare to visit those Chinese people in a few days.
Gogol: .

Oh no, forgot about that option.

The next day, Yunxi and Gogol showed up at the door carrying eggs.

My name is Xu He, you can call me Aunt Xu or just Aunt Xu. But… are you Yunxi?
An ordinary-looking Chinese aunt opened the door, accepted the eggs, then circled around Yunxi several times, seemingly using her special ability on him multiple times.

Finally, she asked doubtfully: Are you human?
Yunxi: ?

How rude are you???

Seeming to realize her words were inappropriate, Aunt Xu quickly explained: Sorry, that’s just my character – speaking bluntly. This way it’s easier to explain when I accidentally say something wrong, you understand?
But it’s still strange. I can’t find anyone in this world related to you within five generations, not a single person. I’ve never encountered a case like yours before…
Yunxi felt inexplicably nervous, while Gogol grew increasingly excited.

Seeing Aunt Xu about to ask more questions, Gogol directly raised his hand: Clown knows! Little Yunxi must have killed all his relatives himself to pursue freedom!
Little Yunxi, is this what actually happened?!
Yunxi: …If you want to think that way, I can’t stop you.
Hearing this, Gogol began making exaggerated exclamations of Little Yunxi, don’t you like me anymore?, while Aunt Xu muttered to herself while deep in thought, It could indeed be that they all died in accidents, even artificial humans have to come from somewhere.
But Yunxi just heaved a deep sigh of relief.

The game NPC’s intelligence was way too high—they almost deduced the fact that the player came from the Otherworld!

Although the player had lost their entire family in this world… it didn’t matter! The Earth is round—once the player completes the mission to save the world, their entire family will naturally fly back!

Thinking this, the player cut straight to the point: So, do you have a way to get us to Yokohama?

Yokohama? Japan’s Yokohama? Aunt Xu thought for a moment, then said, Wait a moment, let me make a call.

Yunxi cooperatively waited for ten minutes.

The aunt returned after hanging up the phone.

Alright, it’s settled for you, Aunt Xu said. Go to this location first. There’s a ship there at 10 AM the day after tomorrow that has received blessings from Mazu. You don’t need to bring anything else. If you need anything, just ask Old Zhang on the ship – he’s my friend and absolutely reliable. But don’t ask for too much, he’ll say Mazu doesn’t like materialistic children…

Aunt Xu kept talking incessantly, but both Yunxi and Gogol looked completely confused.

This time, Yunxi spoke Gogol’s line in advance.

Haha, Yunxi said blankly, So… free-spirited?

Gogol also wanted to speak, but Aunt Xu had already changed the subject.

She asked with a serious expression: By the way, Yunxi, do you plan to return later?

Yunxi: ?

Yunxi had heard similar questions from Fyodor before, but at that time he seemed too happy about leaving Yokohama to consider what the situation in the game’s China might be like.

But now he could ask.

So Yunxi said: I seem to be an undocumented person.

Ah, that’s not a big problem. Aunt Xu took a sip of water and briefly explained the current situation to Yunxi.

Simply put, Yunxi could go through talent immigration, but he would have to undergo multiple checks and must be quarantined for a period to confirm whether he was unconsciously carrying any viruses. Yunxi would also need to get all the vaccines he had missed since childhood, and he wouldn’t be able to travel abroad freely afterward.

In return, Yunxi could receive various subsidies, wouldn’t need to worry about basic necessities at all, could have a relatively normal living environment, and wouldn’t need to worry about being suddenly assassinated some night.

Yunxi understood.

Apart from not needing to be neutered, wasn’t this pretty much the same process as adopting a stray cat!

I could accept it, but I’ll pass. Since the other party wasn’t beating around the bush, Yunxi was particularly straightforward too. I quite like China, but I need to travel around the world later and can’t be confined there all the time. Plus, this is too restrictive – Korya wouldn’t agree.

Aunt Xu sighed and gave Yunxi her contact information: Alright, you can still contact me if anything comes up later. You can also contact me if you have other talents to recommend – referral fees and such are all negotiable…

Yunxi: .

How strange, she suddenly sounded like a madam. Was it just his imagination?

Not understanding, Yunxi planned to ask directly, but Aunt Xu glanced at the time and suddenly stood up.

Wait, I’ve been talking too much and almost forgot the time has come.

Yunxi instinctively asked: What time?

Aunt Xu looked puzzled: Wasn’t it your arrangement? Today at 11 AM, everyone mobilizes to capture Mimic members – the more Mimic members we capture, the more labor duties we can reduce… Nobody wants to repair the Imperial Ancestral Temple every day, so everyone’s quite enthusiastic.

Yunxi, Gogol: ?

Aunt Xu: No more talking, I need to go. I want to capture several Mimic members since civil engineering work really isn’t for humans. I also need to try to persuade the BOSS to keep them alive – killing them in pits is such a waste. It would be much better to set up a labor reform program and have them repair the Imperial Ancestral Temple for us…

Aunt Xu muttered to herself as she left.

Yunxi watched her retreating figure and only spoke after a long pause, his tone profound: Sometimes I think maybe I really am Qin Shi Huang.

How did the new boss even drag out the military merit system to use again!

And Aunt Xu actually didn’t realize this idea didn’t come from the players—is the new boss too formidable or is Aunt Xu just too unbelievable!!!

It wasn’t until Yunxi and Gogol boarded the ship that they realized Aunt Xu truly lived up to her reputation—she might be outrageous in some aspects, but she was absolutely professional when it came to life hacks.

The journey went smoothly, and by the time Yunxi finished resting and came out, they could already see the land representing Yokohama in the distance.

However, how to actually land in Yokohama remained a significant problem.

Yunxi could ignore others, but he couldn’t ignore Old Zhang, whom Aunt Xu had specifically asked to look after him.

Yunxi approached Old Zhang and signaled for him to follow through the underwater route.

Old Zhang clearly still had reservations, but with circumstances as they were, he had no other choice.

But the moment Yunxi brought Old Zhang into the tunnel he had dug, Old Zhang’s attitude did a complete 180: You—you’re that one!

The four-leaf clover that made all of us stranded outside never dare to sing that song again, the one we’d blush and avoid whenever we hear it!

Yunxi stumbled on the spot, fortunately caught by Gogol in time.

Hearing Gogol’s suppressed laughter, Yunxi took a deep breath.

He’d rather be called Qin Shi Huang!!!

Old Zhang continued, his tone worried: But don’t do this kind of thing anymore, I’m really worried your ID might end up on the internet someday—not only dangerous but also embarrassing…

With a deadpan expression, Yunxi shut Old Zhang up by saying, I’m an unregistered resident, so getting me an ID would actually be great.

After digging an exit in a random Yokohama alley and shooing Old Zhang away, Yunxi began considering his next move.

Yunxi still didn’t know where to start exploring Yokohama, but that was fine—he happened to be running low on weapons again, so he could start by stealing some stuff from the Port Mafia to get a feel for things.

Thinking this, Yunxi vigorously dug his way again, successfully reaching underground at the Port Mafia.

Yunxi planned to suddenly emerge from the Port Mafia’s basement, steal everything in sight, and leave immediately.

Not only would he come today, he’d come every day from now on, until he grew tired of farming this Port Mafia instance…

However, the moment Yunxi poked his head up through the floor, he met a pair of familiar azure eyes.

It was Verlaine.

Verlaine was currently looking down at Yunxi, who had emerged right by his feet, utterly perplexed: You are…

Being caught by an acquaintance while digging tunnels to steal was pretty awkward, but fortunately Yunxi had done some simple disguise before setting out, so he thought Verlaine might not recognize him.

Meow! Yunxi, trying to duck back down, was caught.

Yunxi. Verlaine finally confirmed completely. What are you doing here?

Haha. Yunxi, having been seen in his sexy little wild cat persona by an acquaintance again, grew even more awkward. His eyes darted around nervously. Just short on weapons, so I came to browse the Port Mafia… Speaking of which, what a coincidence Verlaine, are you here digging tunnels to steal stuff too?

Verlaine: .

Author’s Note: *Sexy Little Wildcat