I Became the Savior on the Fourth Day of Disaster - Chapter 26 :(Including 4.0k Nutrient Solution Bonus) ^^

Chapter 26 (Including 4.0k Nutrient Solution Bonus) ^^…

Yunxi declared, Since I’ve been captured, all the bad things I’ve done in this life should be written off, before being injected with a sedative by Meursault’s personnel and forcibly taken away.

Fukuchi Ochi immediately brought Ookura Teruko to see a doctor, repeatedly verifying that Yunxi hadn’t applied poison to his blade before finally breathing a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Yunxi-kun only believes in an eye for an eye, otherwise this would have been truly troublesome.

Nevertheless, his objectives were ultimately achieved – both Yunxi and Gogol had been sent away and were temporarily detained by Meursault.

Space-type ability users, and two of them at that. Fukuchi Ochi instinctively gripped his sword. They would be far too troublesome if they couldn’t become my allies.

He didn’t even dare keep these two in Yokohama, fearing that the vampire progenitor he was hiding might one day be discovered by them!

However, according to the information provided by [The Demon], that Clown fellow can still be useful. Fukuchi Ochi murmured to himself. Though equally unstable, he’s much more manageable than Yunxi-kun…

Suddenly, Fukuchi Ochi recalled the murderous gaze Clown had directed at Yunxi in private, and how despite this, Clown still refrained from attacking Yunxi. Instead, he’d rather expose his ability to break free from the Supernatural Affairs Division’s restraints than allow anyone to launch an attack against Yunxi.

Fukuchi Ochi: .

Well, perhaps that wasn’t so certain after all.

Never mind, if Yunxi-kun encounters trouble later, this old man will just lend a hand. Fukuchi Ochi chuckled cheerfully, releasing his grip on the sword and taking a sip of sake. Consider it building good karma.

The space fell silent once more.

After quite some time, Fukuchi Ochi wondered aloud again: Speaking of which, didn’t Meursault’s people arrive rather quickly? Or is this old man imagining things?

This was indeed not Fukuchi Ochi’s imagination. In reality, a group of people had initiated what could only be described as frantic behind-the-scenes manipulations upon learning of Yunxi’s capture.

Have Meursault’s people arrived?

They’re here, they’re here! They’re taking both of them away!

So why was Yunxi unwilling to return before? He almost fell into Japan’s hands and became experimental material for human modification!

Who cares about his reasons? Hurry up and contact Meursault’s people. Comfort Yunxi privately too, tell him we’ll be able to exchange for his return soon.

Alright, I’ll contact someone… By the way, what if someone claims Yunxi possesses the [Great Order] and tries to prevent his release?

When did Yunxi ever take the [Great Order]? Wasn’t it Verlaine who took the [Great Order]? Now that Verlaine is dead, the [Great Order] must be destroyed too! There’s nothing to worry about here – just be confident when you say it!

…Fine.

Unaware of the undercurrents swirling behind his capture, Yunxi entered Meursault in remarkably good spirits, having simply exacted his revenge on the Supernatural Affairs Division.

Only when prison staff stripped him for a thorough body inspection did Yunxi finally can’t help but ask: Do you really have to inspect minors like this too? Isn’t this a bit excessive?

Meursault staff: …

They didn’t want to engage with him, but remembering that higher-ups had requested special protection for this individual, they held their tongues.

Finally, they only drew a tube of Yunxi’s blood, had Yunxi change into Meursault’s clothes himself, and then directly brought Yunxi into the golden light sphere where Yunxi was being held.

Yunxi, who had originally planned to remember these people and strip them naked in the future: ?

This was the first time Yunxi encountered a situation where, after arriving in a new environment, he couldn’t lock his hatred onto a specific target.

He drew his sword and looked around in confusion: Wait, do I have this much status here?

That can’t be right? Who topped up his game account?

Gogol, who had just risen from the ground nearby, realized something and laughed twice before saying: That’s right! Little Yunxi has considerable status even here!

After all, those people completely ignore what the clown says…

The soundproofing of Meursault Prison’s golden light spheres was excellent. Logically, Yunxi shouldn’t be able to understand what Gogol was saying since Yunxi couldn’t read lips and Gogol kept spouting long strings of Russian.

But Yunxi was a player, and players could independently activate the [subtitles] function.

Through the [subtitles], Yunxi clearly understood everything.

Looking at Gogol who had been changed from his clown costume into the same white prisoner uniform as himself, Yunxi silently clenched his fist.

Good, now he could lock his hatred onto a target again.

But no matter how much hatred he felt, Yunxi didn’t directly attack Meursault.

After all, the player’s abilities could still be used normally mainly because the player’s innate abilities didn’t belong to special abilities. If he exposed himself now and got directly controlled by someone as strong as the previous Hound or stronger, that would be bad.

Yunxi decided to lay low temporarily.

During this period, he first coordinated with Gogol and confirmed that the other had indeed been intentionally captured, all because of Fyodor.

Yunxi, who took a long time to remember who Fyodor was: …

He’s in. His fists are even more in.

Were they an open European throuple, not an East Asian family where someone always conveniently disappears during daily life but suddenly shows up at critical moments to order everyone around?!

Gogol noticed Yunxi’s displeasure and wanted to comfort him: Little Yunxi, don’t be angry. After we get out, you can freely ask Fyodor for whatever you want!

Yunxi said expressionlessly: Korya, I would have gone to collect the debt even if you didn’t say anything.

Not only that, he would collect it harshly!

Daring to use the use first, pay later model on the great player – Fyodor’s audacity was indeed too big! He should be severely disciplined by the player with a whip!

Yunxi looked at Gogol: Korya, don’t you owe me something too?

Of course!

Gogol said excitedly, Little Yunxi can ask anything directly!

Yunxi thought for a moment. Instead of asking directly, he called over Meursault staff: Do you have a video camera here?

Meursault staff: …

They silently brought Yunxi a video camera, and the moment they opened Yunxi’s golden light sphere, Yunxi punched one of them in the forehead.

While hitting them, Yunxi said: Sorry, I just found you too irritating and instinctively punched.

Yunxi added: What was my sentence again? I forgot. Anyway, it’s all life imprisonment, feel free to add a few more years.

Yunxi finally said: I’ve shown considerable sincerity already, don’t push your luck!

Meursault staff: .

Enough! Enough! Enough!

Fuming, they rushed back and reopened the surveillance feed from Yunxi’s location, determined to catch him red-handed before he could be bailed out.

Then, right before their eyes, Yunxi switched on a video recorder and aimed it at Gogol, who was inside another golden sphere.

Haha. Yunxi’s face abruptly darkened. What do you think?

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Of course, Gogol wouldn’t say anything, but Yunxi had plenty of strength and methods of his own.

The problem was, Yunxi couldn’t bring himself to hit Gogol—nor could he even reach him—so he settled for beating up other NPCs to intimidate Gogol from a distance.

During this period, every staff member at Meursault who had any contact with Yunxi ended up severely beaten by him.

While delivering the beatings, Yunxi would pretend to be mentally unhinged. He’d shriek, contort his body, crawl menacingly in the shadows, and scream things like:

I really don’t know what to do anymore (though nothing actually happened)! Stop pushing me (literally zero people were pushing Yunxi)! Can anyone save me (while actively assaulting others)? What do you all want from me (nobody actually wanted anything from Yunxi)? Will you be happy if I die (of course no staff would be happy)? Do I have any other choice but to kill all of you (seriously, nobody provoked him)?!

Other inmates at Meursault: Whoa.

Meursault staff who failed to dig up dirt on Yunxi and kept getting beaten up in return: …Good grief.

The staff did consider fighting back, but any resistance only made Yunxi more frenzied.

They thought about isolating Yunxi, but with the Esper Master away, they feared they couldn’t restrain him during the transfer.

They contemplated increasing Yunxi’s Punishment, but Yunxi was an uneducated minor with no nationality, plus he had a stack of certificates diagnosing him with mental illnesses and antisocial personality disorder—making him virtually immune to legal consequences and even earning him extra societal leniency.

Damn, he’s stacked with buffs.

In the end, one desperate Meursault employee tried telling Yunxi: At Meursault, if you behave well enough or contribute to society, you can get out early. With significant enough contributions, even a 200-year sentence reduction isn’t impossible.

Maybe it worked—Yunxi actually calmed down and promised to reform himself, vowing to become a useful member of society even from behind bars.

The Meursault staff breathed a sigh of relief.

But their relief lasted less than two days before Yunxi used the materials they provided him to handcraft a U.S. dollar bill that successfully passed a counterfeit detector.

Yunxi eagerly asked, Look, I think I’ve cracked the secret of U.S. currency. I’m willing to hand over the technology—can you reduce my sentence…?

Meursault staff: !!!

Meursault was a strictly neutral prison institution—the dollar’s secret being cracked was one thing, but it absolutely couldn’t be handed over from inside Meursault!!!

After painstakingly calming Yunxi down and silencing the uproarious laughter from Gogol in the adjacent sphere (to prevent other inmates from going mad from the noise), the Meursault staff were exhausted.

Since they were just employees anyway, they decided to slack off.

Thus, the daily tasks of interacting with Yunxi, delivering items to him, and even monitoring his showers became duties every Meursault employee desperately tried to avoid.

The Meursault employees connected through the floral network seized this opportunity to rise.

Logically, they should have also become targets of Yunxi’s attacks, but they clearly understood Yunxi better than the previous staff and viewed him through a more favorable lens.

One day during lunch, just as Yunxi assumed a combat stance toward a Meursault employee, ready for another brutal fight, he noticed the food the employee had brought for him.

Each plate was piled high—almost three times the portion given to Gogol at the next table.

Yunxi: ?

Puzzled, Yunxi looked up and caught the employee’s sympathetic gaze fixed on his wrists.

She was muttering under her breath, So thin… Is this how a 16 or 17-year-old should look?

Noticing Yunxi watching her, she quickly whispered, If you don’t want to reform properly, forget it—you haven’t done anything wrong anyway. But don’t take it out on yourself. The food here is good, and we’ve paid for it. Eat more. Next time there’s good meat, I’ll save extra for you.

Yunxi: ???

Wasn’t it precisely because he was 16 or 17—the age when he’d once shot up in height—that he couldn’t gain weight no matter what?

And what did she mean by we’ve paid for it?

Before Yunxi could process this, the employee had already left.

Yunxi ate about 80% of the food but couldn’t finish the rest. Only then did the employee reappear to clear his plates.

Feeling stuffed and slightly carb-dazed, Yunxi lacked the energy to start a fight. He could only watch helplessly as she cleaned up and departed.

Yunxi began to suspect this was all some scheme by Meursault.

But that evening, Yunxi saw the same familiar Meursault employee again, beaming with joy, her usual 3–5 plates now multiplied to 10.

She announced, Meursault isn’t giving you enough food. I snatched all the extra dishes the other inmates requested for you. Don’t worry, I won’t let you go hungry…

Yunxi glanced at Gogol, who looked stunned without his fried buns.

He then turned to the other Meursault criminals glaring daggers at him.

Slowly, Yunxi turned back and grinned at the food: 😀

Whatever trick this Meursault employee was playing, the player was winning now!

A bunch of supernatural criminals who contributed nothing positive to the world wanted extra meals? Did they even deserve to eat?!

Still, Gogol’s fried buns had to be returned—the player would never steal food from his favorite NPC.

Seeing the Meursault employee’s reluctant expression, Yunxi added, I prefer xiaolongbao and soup dumplings anyway.

Oh, I see. She immediately accepted this explanation, promised to try and get them for Yunxi next time, and left with the fried buns.

When Gogol received his buns, his expression toward Yunxi grew even more resentful:

Little Yunxi, why do you get to… enjoy so many privileges?

Yunxi cut him off: Which has fewer strokes: ‘I am Yunxi’s little bird’ or ‘I am a fiend’?

Gogol immediately buried his head and obediently ate his buns.

Yunxi sighed inwardly but swiftly devoured everything on the table.

The employee seemed to have controlled portions intentionally—while the spread looked massive, it was just enough for Yunxi to feel 80–90% full.

After finishing, Yunxi decisively pressed the call button, indicating he wanted to take a shower immediately.

This time, it wasn’t just the staff member clearing the dishes who came, but another employee to take Yunxi for a bath.

The person was an Asian man about the same height as Yunxi.

Yunxi sized him up briefly but, given his good mood today, decided not to make a move against him either.

Thus, the man safely accompanied Yunxi to the bathroom. As Yunxi began washing, the employee stared fixedly at the opposite wall and abruptly remarked, In a few days—a week at most—you’ll be able to leave openly.

Yunxi froze mid-action and turned to look at the man behind him in disbelief.

No way, since when was everyone in Meursault a good person???

Yunxi didn’t understand. He wanted to question the man but felt it inappropriate to press someone while bathing. By the time Yunxi gathered his thoughts, he had already been escorted back.

Gogol noticed Yunxi’s frustration. He blinked and initiated some banter to engage Yunxi until he livened up. Satisfied with his success, Gogol dramatically pretended to fall asleep.

Yunxi, though in better spirits, found himself unable to sleep.

He badly wanted to wake Gogol, tell him everything that had just happened, and ask for his opinion, but he worried other malicious individuals in Meursault might overhear.

Tossing and turning all night, Yunxi consoled himself with the thought that leaving can’t be a bad thing, and finally managed to fall asleep.

The next day, however, Yunxi received bad news from the employee supervising his bath.

What? There’s been an incident outside, and I have to wait at least six more months? Possibly even years?

Yunxi was astounded. You’re not messing with me, are you?

Seeing Yunxi poised to attack, the Meursault employee hurriedly explained, In fact, not only is your departure delayed, but after leaving here, unless you become a Transcendent, you’ll be restricted to staying only in Zhonghua.

His expression turned grave. If the [Clock Tower Attendant] gets an opportunity, they’ll mobilize more than one Transcendent to besiege you and retrieve that item by any means necessary.

Yunxi, who indeed possessed the [Great Order]: .

Gradually calming down, Yunxi finished his bath quietly and returned to his cell as if nothing was wrong.

That evening, Yunxi began signaling Gogol with his eyes.

‘Korya, something’s wrong! The [Clock Tower Attendant] is sending people. Our original escape plan might clash with their arrival! We need to figure out how to leave this place ahead of schedule!’

Gogol hadn’t expected Yunxi to remember him amid his interactions with Meursault staff: ‘Mhm, in the next few days?’

Yunxi: ‘Exactly!’

Exchanging meaningful glances and confirming their signals, the two settled down to sleep.

Meanwhile, elsewhere in Meursault, personnel from other countries were chatting with the two who had been looking after Yunxi recently.

While their superiors might have clear biases due to differing stances, and the employees themselves had their own national loyalties that would take precedence in a crisis, in peaceful times these minor figures who couldn’t influence major events got along quite harmoniously in private.

They had all observed the recent developments.

Yunxi is an extremely dangerous prisoner. Not only because he has angered the [Clock Tower Attendant], but also because he engages in indiscriminate attacks and has killed many people. So even if you think he’s on your side, it’s best not to bring him back.

The female employee who delivers meals to Yunxi every day said: How could that be? Yunxi is wonderful! He only hit people before because he was starving. Who told Meursault to give Yunxi portion sizes based on Japanese standards? Treating Yunxi like a Japanese person – of course he’d get angry!

The Japanese employees: …

What do you mean Yunxi should be angry about being treated like a Japanese person? Explain yourself clearly, you bastard!

The male employee who escorts Yunxi to shower daily and exchanges information with him in unmonitored areas said: Exactly! Besides, Yunxi hasn’t killed anyone for a long time. Look at me – I walk with him every day and he’s never suddenly attacked and killed me. See? In just a few days, he’s even corrected his only flaw.

All the employees present who had been beaten by Yunxi: …

He didn’t kill you, but can’t you see him beating others? Moreover, is not killing people really such a basic requirement that you can boast about it?!

Your standards for Yunxi have reached Satan-level!!!

Thinking this, someone couldn’t help but say: But couldn’t you interact with him less? You know about the [Clock Tower Attendant] situation…

The woman suddenly began shaking her head in distress, startling everyone: I’m sorry! I can’t control myself – I have OCD. I can’t bear to see Yunxi go hungry… How can a flower of our motherland go hungry in this day and age? This is abuse!!!

Suddenly, her tone became meaningful: By the way, speaking of which, Meursault’s meal standards are so high, yet someone still goes hungry. Could the warden be…

Another person: Ahem! And do you really need to bring Yunxi every type of bathing tool when he showers? There are so many items that Yunxi couldn’t use them all even if he bathed for 24 hours!

The man also began shaking his head in distress: But Yunxi is afraid! He told me he’s scared that if he bathes in a fixed pattern, someone might discover his weakness and kill him with one strike! You understand, right? This is war PTSD! My heart aches for Yunxi!

Then, the man and woman began performing like a comedy duo, continuously defending Yunxi until they made him sound like the moon in the sky, snow on the mountains, dew among the pines, orchids on the cliff edge…

The other people present: …

They couldn’t help feeling that according to these two’s description, they themselves were the dark clouds in the sky, the bears in the mountains, the sun shining on the pine needles, the cliff where the orchids grew.

They didn’t want to continue talking with these two anymore.

Many of them gradually stood up, and coincidentally, the daily roll call began in the prisoner detention area.

The prison guard on patrol duty today called: Prisoner 1478! Yunxi!

The female employee became even prouder: See how energetic Yunxi is when he’s well-fed!

The male employee also swelled with pride: Exactly! We Chinese people love farming the most. Someone like Yunxi is like crops in the field – raising him gives such a sense of accomplishment!

The expressions of the other employees all twisted simultaneously.

After a long while, someone finally said: Wait, that voice doesn’t sound like Yunxi?

All employees present: !!!

Author’s Note: Tomorrow’s update will still be a two-in-one chapter [throws confetti]

PS: Thanks to the adorable Savior and Clown fanart from Yun Li! Gu has made it into a GIF, Masters can check it out in the character section! [Sparkling eyes]