I Became the Savior on the Fourth Day of Disaster - Chapter 24: (Including 1.5k Nutrient Solution Bonus) ^^...

Chapter 24 (Including 1.5k Nutrient Solution Bonus) ^^…

Using some ghillie suit camouflage to disguise himself as a rug at Verlaine’s feet, Yunxi successfully managed to have a brief conversation with Verlaine.

Verlaine clearly no longer cared what Yunxi did. His condition was particularly low, and even his speech was noticeably slower than before.

Yunxi wanted to urge him to speak faster but feared pushing him into a rage, so he could only endure it for now.

Finally, Yunxi learned roughly what had happened in Yokohama.

Yunxi was greatly shocked: You nearly destroyed all of Yokohama?!
Actually, I only destroyed myself, Verlaine sighed, his fingers touching his chest. If my dear friend hadn’t been willing to become my new heart…
Yunxi relaxed again.

Yunxi marveled: Then you’re quite lucky.
He didn’t even dare imagine how happy he would be if Korya were willing to become his heart.

Verlaine: .

Right, talking with Yunxi always gave him this feeling of being choked up every now and then.

So where’s Chuya? Why isn’t Chuya with you? Yunxi grew curious again. Didn’t you come here to find him?
Verlaine clearly wanted to speak even less now.

But looking into Yunxi’s innocent eyes, Verlaine finally sighed and briefly explained the conflict between himself and Nakahara Chuuya.

Yunxi understood.

You didn’t even kill the people around Chuya – you just wanted to capture them and train them to be Chuya’s dogs, and Chuya couldn’t handle that? Yunxi was astonished. Is Chuya really that petty?
Verlaine didn’t understand either: I just wanted to ensure Chuya wouldn’t be hurt by others around him in the future…
Yunxi suddenly had a realization.

Yunxi sat up: Verlaine, what do you think about the environment in China?
Before Verlaine could respond, Yunxi continued: What if I send you both over there? You and Chuya can retire there in the future. What do you think?
Verlaine: ?

Exactly! Even in the game, it’s still unbearable to watch two powerful combat forces remain in Japan!

Unfortunately, no matter what Yunxi said, Verlaine refused to agree.

Yunxi had no choice. Hearing sounds from outside, he quickly said I’ll come back the day after tomorrow before leaving.

Verlaine didn’t think Yunxi’s return in two days would make any difference.

He wasn’t completely unfamiliar with China, but he had no intention of going there.

However, two days later, Yunxi arrived carrying a thick stack of human experimentation documents stolen from the Supernatural Affairs Division.

Yunxi placed the documents one by one before Verlaine: This is the human experimentation plan developed by the Japanese government during the war period; this is the current human experimentation direction proposal within the Japanese military; this is the record of the Japanese military performing human modifications on their own high-level personnel; this is the Supernatural Affairs Division’s application to rename ‘human experimentation researchers’ as ‘supernatural technicians’ – oh, and this application was approved long ago, so those people earlier aren’t evil human experimentation researchers, but supernatural technicians who should be respected by everyone…

You know, Yunxi was utterly speechless when he saw these things. He was genuinely curious—how on earth was Verlaine, who detested human experimentation, holding his nose and staying in Yokohama!

Verlaine’s expression finally showed a flicker of emotion.

He picked up the intelligence Yunxi had brought.

Just as Verlaine was wrestling with his thoughts, Yunxi delivered the final blow. He pulled out a thick stack of documents: Verlaine, do you know what this is?
Verlaine was puzzled: What is it?
Yunxi immediately replied: Exactly! This is evidence of the Port Mafia’s covert collaboration with the Supernatural Affairs Division, as well as proof that the Port Mafia’s current leader, Mori Ōgai, once served in the military!
Although the intelligence indicated Mori Ōgai had lost battles and was convicted by the authorities, that didn’t change the fact that he was a true-blue Japanese native!

Isn’t that terrifying? Isn’t it shocking? Verlaine, just tell me! How could you let Nakahara Chuuya stay in such a place? How dare you let Nakahara Chuuya remain there!
Yunxi spoke with profound distress: Even if Nakahara Chuuya’s Special ability is powerful enough to avoid being captured for research, could you bear to let a young non-human like Nakahara Chuuya grow up in such an environment? Could you stand to see Nakahara Chuuya mature in these conditions?!
Did Verlaine not understand the principle of Mencius’s mother moving three times?

Well, Verlaine was a non-human and not from the Flower Nation, so he probably didn’t grasp it. But that was fine—Yunxi could explain it with examples on the spot.

Yunxi’s expression turned serious as he looked Verlaine in the eye:

Alright, Verlaine, imagine this: In the future, Nakahara Chuuya tells you that he no longer sees Researcher N—the one who created him—as an evil human experimenter, but as a Special ability technician, a great supernatural scientist who refused to surrender even after his country lost the war. Not only that, but Nakahara Chuuya says he wishes he had been developed earlier so he could have contributed on the battlefield.
Now imagine Nakahara Chuuya staying in Yokohama, and the Supernatural Affairs Division secretly studying the blood and hair follicles he leaves behind at battle sites, eventually creating Nakahara Chuuya 2.0, 3.0, and even an entire Nakahara Chuuya army.
Finally, imagine Nakahara Chuuya being vigilant enough to leave no blood or hair follicles behind, but someone still wanting to study him. So they threaten Nakahara Chuuya using his human friends. Unable to bear seeing them suffer, Nakahara Chuuya is forced to compromise…
Verlaine, short-term pain is better than long-term suffering!
Yunxi’s tone was exaggerated, but his words unconsciously made Verlaine recall the origins of the Arahabaki research, the cloned Nakahara Chuuya he saw when he broke into Researcher N’s laboratory, and the [Flag] group that was clearly set up by the Port Mafia as a trap for him…

Verlaine’s fingers twitched.

But you can’t guarantee they won’t do the same over there, Verlaine quickly regained his composure. You haven’t even truly lived there yourself.
Yunxi chuckled and produced the Nameless Organization’s personnel roster.

Yunxi whispered: Look, these are all people from over there, and there will only be more in the future! As long as I still have influence in the Nameless Organization, they wouldn’t dare lay a finger on you!
Yunxi slapped down another color-printed photo: Look again, this is the Imperial Ancestral Temple the Nameless Organization built for me! My name Yunxi is carved right on it. Imagine how magnificent it’ll be once construction is finished!
Verlaine opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, then closed it once more.

He suddenly felt the matters in Yokohama weren’t so urgent after all – he was more interested in learning how Yunxi, a non-Transcendent, had managed to pull off so many spectacular stunts.

As a Transcendent himself, and even [The God of Northern Europe], no humans had ever built him an Imperial Ancestral Temple in Northern Europe!

But in the end, Verlaine only asked: Will Chuya agree?
Yunxi whispered: Say Chuya’s name again.
Verlaine looked puzzled but complied: Chuya?
Before the syllables had fully left his mouth, Gogol – who had been hiding underground – immediately teleported Nakahara Chuuya right beside Verlaine. Chuya had been knocked out after Gogol transferred sleeping pills into his digestive system using his [Overcoat].

Verlaine shot to his feet with a whoosh, but gradually calmed down after Yunxi frantically reassured him that Chuya just took two sleeping pills and is temporarily unconscious. He’ll wake up in half an hour at most.
After examining Chuya, Verlaine quickly concluded that Chuya hadn’t even had time to activate his Special ability and had been taken down in a single encounter.

For the first time, Verlaine realized so clearly that Yokohama truly wasn’t a place to stay for long.

I accept, Verlaine said after taking a deep breath. But I want to bring my dear friend with me.
He didn’t want his dear friend to remain disturbed after death due to other people’s desires.

Yunxi instinctively asked: Who was your dear friend again?
A touch of warmth appeared in Verlaine’s eyes: My dear friend is named Arthur Rimbaud. You should know him. I heard from Chuya that it was you who brought my dear friend’s diary to him.
This was the real reason he was willing to listen to Yunxi for so long. He didn’t like humans, but Yunxi could barely be considered a good person.

Yunxi:!

Yunxi:!!!

Remembering the things he had stolen from Arthur Rimbaud, Yunxi became so nervous his eyes started darting around: Well, I do know him, but I think he’s already buried. Though I know the location, maybe I can help dig him up for you…
Noticing something was off but not understanding why, Verlaine agreed anyway.

Yunxi breathed a huge sigh of relief, then grabbed Gogol and made a mad dash.

After buying last year’s model of warm clothing for Rando, using Gogol’s [Overcoat] to dress Rando in all of them, and rushing the coffin to Verlaine, Yunxi could finally relax.

Alright, this matter should be settled now!
For Yunxi, the matter was indeed resolved.

Meanwhile, Old Zhang’s mission had been completed beyond expectations, even before he had time to inquire more about what happened in Yokohama that day.

Looking at the familiar duo of the young man and the Clown before him, Old Zhang felt both their figures had grown more imposing.

He arranged for the return ship at top speed and asked Yunxi a question Yunxi was very familiar with: Are you really not coming with us?
Yunxi gave his usual answer: No, I still have many enemies left to kill.
Old Zhang laughed awkwardly: Haha, can’t be helped then. But I owe you two favors – you can call on me anytime later.
Mr. Verlaine, Old Zhang reminded, We should board the ship now.
By the way, won’t this Nakahara-san attack us when he wakes up? Old Zhang finally couldn’t hold back his concern. Our ship isn’t very durable against impacts.
Verlaine remained expressionless. No, there’s no need to worry about that.
He still carried Yunxi’s information with him. When Chuya woke up and saw these documents, he would make the appropriate choice himself.

Meanwhile, after seeing off Verlaine and Nakahara Chuuya, Yunxi received a prompt from the Holographic Pod: [The seven-day time limit is about to expire. Do you wish to exit the Holographic Pod now?]

This was actually a modification suggestion Yunxi had previously given to the game company staff responsible for his account. The company hadn’t responded before Yunxi entered the pod, so he thought his suggestion had been ignored. Unexpectedly, the game company had quietly fixed the issue.

Thinking of this, Yunxi’s mood improved.

However, Yunxi’s good mood didn’t last long. After all, the game still lacked [Pause] and [AFK] options, meaning his in-game body would still need to remain unconscious for a full ten days.

After brief consideration, Yunxi asked Gogol to accompany him to the factory where he had lived when he first started playing the game.

This factory had briefly become lively because of Yunxi’s presence, only to become deserted again after he left.

As Yunxi mused nostalgically, he squeezed himself into the incinerator.

Gogol looked puzzled. Little Yunxi, what are you doing?
Didn’t I say I’ll be unconscious for quite some time?
Yunxi struggled to close the incinerator door himself. I’ve been thinking – I might have offended too many people recently. No matter where I build a base, it won’t be safe enough. So I’ve decided to first burn myself to ashes, then you can scatter my ashes everywhere.
This way, Korya won’t be burdened by my body, and I won’t have to worry about someone waiting to ambush me…
Gogol: …?

That made sense, but wasn’t this approach a bit too…

With a Whoosh! sound, Yunxi burst into flames (literally).

Gogol closed his eyes, then opened them again.

Even for someone like Gogol who pursued freedom, there were times when he couldn’t believe such extreme freedom existed in the world.

He wanted to forcibly teleport Yunxi out, but remembered something just before activating his ability.

So Gogol let things proceed as planned, then followed Yunxi’s request to scatter his ashes equally everywhere, even throwing plenty into the ocean.

However, Gogol secretly kept a small portion of Yunxi for himself.

That same night, Gogol found a specialized company in Yokohama: Question! Can you really help this clown turn human ashes into diamond form?
The company employees trembled as they watched the pistol spinning in Gogol’s hand. Y-yes, we can!
Although they normally just used artificial diamonds to fool their customers, the technology to actually do this did exist!

*

Frightened by Gogol, the staff not only agreed to expedite the diamond-making process but also managed to create diamonds in the closest possible shade of cyan-green that Gogol wanted based solely on his description, setting them in a pair of silver earrings.

Gogol received the news quickly and came late at night.

Under the melting moonlight outside, Gogol sat on the company’s windowsill, examining the two earrings under the moon’s glow for a long time.

Hmm, thought this would make Clown happy, but somehow I feel even worse. Gogol was puzzled. Does Clown miss little Yunxi that much?
The moment Yunxi logged out of the game, he started feeling bored.

He wanted to return to the game, but that was clearly impossible. He could only choose to do something else to distract himself.

Major failure at distraction.

Yunxi’s mind kept replaying everything that had happened in the game this time.

He desperately wanted to talk about it, but the game’s confidentiality agreement still hung over his head.

Finally, Yunxi chose to do the same as last time – tell his friend some things unrelated to the main storyline but still not suitable for broadcasting.

His friend answered the call directly: You’re not going to tell me about threesomes again this time, are you?
Yunxi, who had almost forgotten about the threesome matter: ?

Yunxi tried hard to recall: Ah, that matter – he never brought it up again later, and the other person didn’t mention it either. Maybe it was just a simple question, and once answered, that plot point could move on.
His friend first breathed a sigh of relief that Yunxi still had some bottom line, but soon became cautious again: Then what are you planning to share with me this time?
Yunxi: Here’s the situation. I think this game might have an R18 patch, because the NPC I like is really big.
Friend: …

The friend hesitated between making an ugh, so vulgar sound and directly hanging up on Yunxi, ultimately choosing to follow his heart:

How big?
Friend cooperated: So?
Yunxi: So it keeps getting beautified and enlarged in my memories, growing bigger and bigger, just like how the fish that got away from anglers gets promoted from an ordinary fish to the fantasy they have before dying…
The friend, who enjoyed both dirty jokes and fishing, deeply agreed and chatted with Yunxi for quite a while.

This time, both of them were very happy.

It was only when the topic ended that Yunxi finally couldn’t hold back: So you don’t really have any preferences, you just like dirty jokes, right?
The moment we start talking about dirty jokes, class conflicts disappear for you, childhood trauma doesn’t hurt anymore, you don’t hate the Lucky Emperor anymore – you just chat happily and enjoyably…
Friend: .

The friend unilaterally hung up on Yunxi.

Yunxi: ?

What’s wrong with his highness this time???

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Author’s note: [cat paw] Tomorrow we’ll be on the featured list, so the next chapter update will be at 23:00! After that, we’ll resume daily updates at 18:00, with extra updates at 12:00 [perky rabbit ear]

[gold ingot] Promoting my upcoming work Heavenly Screen Spoilers, But Yokohama Theater. This one won’t be long, I’m planning to keep it for breaks, should be able to start it soon!

[gold ingot] Synopsis:

My name is Xia Meng.

As you can see, I’ve transmigrated, transmigrated into the world of Bungo Stray Dogs.

Good news: I’ve bound with a system, and completing the main quest will send me home.

Bad news: The main quest is to conquer the whole world.

After learning about Bungo Stray Dogs, I quickly reached a conclusion.

I don’t need to do anything. I can just keep playing, play until the Detective Agency meets misfortune, play until Fukuchi Ochi becomes the leader of the Human Military, play until the world is about to end, then I’ll just jump out and snatch the Great Order.

By then, with such an overwhelming advantage, I don’t even know how I could lose.

But wait, does Bungo Stray Dogs have this sky-covering screen playing Abstract Feats of the World’s Kings: A Recap and Who Is the White-Haired Concubine Beloved by Xia Meng the Emperor?

Haha, System, are you here to mess with me?

Look into my eyes and answer me!

From the perspective of the Bungo Stray Dogs characters:

One day, a screen that could predict the future suddenly appeared outside the window. Sounds like a good thing, right?

But what if the screen told you the world was about to welcome a tyrannical emperor? One who was cruel, vicious, and capable of any evil—who would drive away his most loyal subordinate, solve problems by executing those who raised them, and even attempt to revive the burial sacrifice system in modern society?

What if this guy could also see the screen, knew he was exposed, and was now likely preparing to strike early?

What if he was right beside you at this very moment?

1. The pairing remains Xia Meng (bottom) × Shibusawa (top)

2. The main story is not written in first person

3. This is probably an absurd little story about Xia Meng having a breakdown and the Bungo Stray Dogs characters being terrified.