I Became the Savior on the Fourth Day of Disaster - Chapter 29:{includes thanks to swallow water for not giving up on treatment}

Chapter 29:{includes thanks to swallow water for not giving up on treatment}

Ten minutes passed, the prophecy concluded smoothly, yet Shakespeare’s expression turned somewhat peculiar.

He cautiously began, If my prophecy proves accurate but displeases you, would you refrain from anger?

Yunxi responded by expressionlessly waving the dinner knife in his hand: Of course I’d be angry, you little fool. Not only would I be furious, but I’d also mince you into fine pieces.

Shakespeare: .

So this was why their world’s Savior had such a peculiar personality.

Despite his speechlessness, Shakespeare still carefully continued: In the future I saw regarding your love life…

Meanwhile, elsewhere.

Gogol, who hadn’t fully recovered yet, had already started a new life in a small town using a disguised identity. He would occasionally go out for walks, breathing in the air of freedom while contemplating.

All his thoughts were about Yunxi.

Gogol felt that Yunxi had become somewhat strange recently.

He definitely preferred the previous Yunxi who always claimed to like him but actually looked down on everyone and never imposed any restraints on him.

But being separated from Yunxi still feels terrible… Gogol muttered, opening his phone.

It was Fyodor contacting him, who had already received Meursault’s intelligence.

Fyodor clearly knew about the Meursault incident and was fully aware of what Yunxi was currently doing.

This time, Fyodor wasn’t asking Gogol for information but was inquiring whether Gogol wanted to know what had happened with Yunxi an hour ago.

Gogol hesitated for less than half a second before following his desires and giving an affirmative response.

The purple rat avatar representing Fyodor blinked, indicating the other party was typing.

[Rats in the House of the Dead: The Clock Tower Attendant Transcendent William Shakespeare made a move and successfully negotiated with Yunxi-kun. Yunxi-kun obtained an opportunity to ask Shakespeare about the future.]

[Rats in the House of the Dead: Yunxi-kun inquired about the future of his love life.]

Gogol suddenly had a bad feeling.

He wanted to throw away his phone, but Fyodor’s next message arrived during Gogol’s brief hesitation.

[Rats in the House of the Dead: Shakespeare saw countless outcomes where Yunxi-kun’s relationship with you ultimately fails.

You and Yunxi-kun have sexual relations but lack the love Yunxi-kun desires, you and Yunxi-kun go separate ways, you die accidentally before Yunxi-kun…

But Shakespeare said he saw one path leading to success.]

Gogol stopped his motion to destroy the phone.

[Rats in the House of the Dead: The subsequent development was quite interesting. I somewhat regret not being there to witness it in person.]

A free bird is difficult to tame. Therefore, just catch it, strangle it to death, and keep it as an illusion by your side.]

[Rats in the House of the Dead: This approach is much more free than my previous concept of making your lover lose friends and job, then guiding them to cut ties with family, so they can only rely on you. Gogol-kun, you should like this, right?]

Gogol: .

Fyodor had much more to say after that.

After Shakespeare nodded and agreed, saying That’s right, Yunxi immediately erupted, engaging in a street brawl with Shakespeare.

During the fight, Shakespeare’s helpless sighs mingled with Yunxi’s furious shouts of Are you fing treating me like an idiot??!! Causal-type special abilities and raging flames flew everywhere, creating an extremely spectacular and rare scene.

Eventually, Yunxi finally calmed down and they ceased fighting. Yunxi offered to drive Shakespeare home, but halfway there, Yunxi went crazy again. Muttering Shakespeare, even so, I still can’t let him go, he slammed the accelerator to the floor and crashed directly into a cement wall with Shakespeare in the car.

Shakespeare was physically fine, but for some reason, his special ability activated two seconds too late. When he climbed out of the car, he was covered in dust and nearly lost two front teeth.

In the end, Shakespeare politely said Thank you, but Yunxi replied, That’s the least you should do, drawing angry glares from the surrounding British people. So Yunxi proceeded to beat up everyone else present.

During the beating, Yunxi repeatedly demanded, Have you learned your lesson? Learned your lesson? Learned your lesson? while the British people, repeatedly pummeled by Yunxi’s sandbag-sized fists, wailed, We’ve learned! We’ve learned! We’ve learned!…

This series of events sounded like something only Fyodor could have heard by clinging to the underside of Yunxi and Shakespeare’s car. Any normal person would be swept along by Fyodor’s narrative.

But Gogol was in no mood to care.

Gogol just awkwardly glanced at the only way Yunxi could successfully be with him, then looked at the purple rat head representing [Rats in the House of the Dead].

Gogol typed: [Fyodor-kun, for you to contact me proactively, has Yunxi-kun already approached you?]

[Rats in the House of the Dead: Well, indeed. Yunxi-kun forced me to withdraw from your and Yunxi-kun’s romance, and also demanded your current address from me.]

Gogol grew even more embarrassed: [Haha, Clown’s dear friend, I can understand you agreeing to the first request, but what about the second? You didn’t give Yunxi-kun Clown’s information, did you?]

Korya. Yunxi suddenly appeared with an almost ghost-like presence. What are you doing here?

Gogol slowly turned his head.

Gogol: Ehehe! Ov<

Contrary to Gogol's expectations, Yunxi did nothing. He just blinked, seemingly mesmerized by Gogol's blinking, and fell into thought.

Seeing this, Gogol's free-spirited mind began to stir again.

Gogol started contemplating how to kill Yunxi and how much grief he would feel after Yunxi's death.

But after snapping back to reality, Yunxi suddenly threw himself onto Gogol.

Korya, the Savior missed you so much, Yunxi's voice was muffled.

Yunxi took a deep breath, then said through gritted teeth: Out there, the Savior faced men deceiving me! Women insulting me! The elderly falsely accusing me! The young tricking me! The powerful oppressing me! The weak seducing me! Those around me bullying me! People online mocking me!

But it's fine! The Savior knows the whole world has wronged me, and the Savior has already taken revenge on all of them!… Mmm, so fragrant.

Korya, you owe the Savior the most, but the Savior will only sniff you like this at most, because the Savior likes you…

He seemed to have more to say later, but never mind! Anyway, players with such low quality and lazy nature—how could they have the energy to continue wreaking havoc on society without privately doing things that violate the human rights of white-haired NPCs like this!!!

The one being clung to, Gogol, just wanted to say: Who could possibly bully Yunxi?

Also, when would Yunxi finally realize that his own dagger had already stabbed Yunxi, and Yunxi was currently bleeding profusely?

Yunxi went on clinging to and absorbing Gogol for a while longer, rubbing Gogol's head into a tousled mess, before he finally noticed the wound in his side.

Yunxi didn't blame Gogol. He calmly pulled out the dagger and took a moment to play the part of an ancient-style young scholar:

Stabbed because I'm too handsome, but why does it not hurt? Ah, it's Korya's 'Affectionate Blade'! Haha, how delightful, how delightful!

Gogol: .

He wished he could treat Yunxi the same as before—if only Yunxi could temporarily stop being like this.

Meanwhile, in England.

After his conversation with Yunxi, Shakespeare was approached by Agatha, the Captain of the Royal Guard of the [Clock Tower Attendant].

As a Transcendent, Shakespeare held the highest authority in England. No one could force him to speak of matters he wished to keep secret. However, given the commotion Yunxi had stirred, it was nearly impossible for Shakespeare to continue hiding the truth.

Agatha couldn't turn a blind eye either.

Shakespeare understood this well, so he cooperatively recounted everything he had witnessed that day.

Agatha murmured, A Savior who, no matter the future, will always be connected to the Clown… It seems we must indeed be more cautious in our approach toward that Clown from now on.

But, Agatha looked up, her gaze steady, your Special ability shouldn't be limited to just this one vision, should it? What else have you foreseen?

Shakespeare sighed, I foresaw the outcome of inviting Yunxi to join the [Clock Tower Attendant].

But as you know, in 'additional visions,' I can only see the most probable outcome.

Shakespeare cautioned in advance, So it's not necessarily bound to happen—it can only serve as a reference.

Agatha motioned for him to continue.

Shakespeare: I saw Yunxi being relentlessly pursued by the [Clock Tower Attendant]. After the [Clock Tower Attendant] dispatched two Transcendents on one occasion, Yunxi was overpowered. To protect that Clown, he voluntarily joined the [Clock Tower Attendant].

Agatha frowned, If Yunxi would join the [Clock Tower Attendant] for that reason, then back when they were still in Meursault, why did you say that sending two Transcendents from the [Clock Tower Attendant] would lead to misfortune?

Were Shakespeare's two prophecies conflicting? Why?

Shakespeare didn't answer immediately. He proceeded methodically, Yunxi was brought back. He possesses luck beyond anyone's imagination. He didn't return the burning Special ability, but the Queen still took a great liking to him, granting him a fairly decent position and firmly declaring that no one was allowed to maliciously suppress Yunxi.

However, after joining the [Clock Tower Attendant], Yunxi remained well-behaved for less than half a year.

Shakespeare sighed: Next, Yunxi was publicly embezzling public funds, accepting bribes, and engaging in rent-seeking; privately, he transferred assets through various means, coerced others to fabricate evidence and coordinate testimonies, played a 'two-faced' act, made numerous violations to satisfy personal interests, appointed people based on money, shielded criminal forces, and oppressed ordinary citizens. The entire United Kingdom was filled with grievances against Yunxi, and the people suffered immensely…

Agatha interrupted: Who said these things?

Shakespeare paused briefly: It was said by the Chinese. They demanded that Yunxi, such an evil lawbreaker, be handed over to them for handling.

Instantly, Agatha's expression twisted slightly.

Acknowledging that even if it was the Chinese saying it, these words should be true, Agatha gritted her teeth and said: Fine, continue.

Shakespeare: The [Clock Tower Attendant] initially paid no attention to China, but Yunxi was growing stronger at a pace beyond all our expectations. By the end of his second year joining the [Clock Tower Attendant], using the excuse that 'he would die if he didn't have an affair with Korya,' he evaded our surveillance and became a spy for a total of 123 countries.

These 123 countries not only included China, the U.S., Russia, France, Italy, India, and Canada, but even Western Sahara. British intelligence was leaked by him without a single piece remaining…

Agatha, who had already found it absurd that out of less than 200 countries in the world, 123 had Yunxi as their spy, completely lost her composure upon hearing that Western Sahara was among the 123.

Why would Western Sahara need our intelligence?

Wasn't this a place in Africa, with an area of less than 300,000 square kilometers, where it's even debatable whether it qualifies as a country???

Shakespeare paused again: Because Yunxi found their leader and said, 'If you don't have the intelligence that other countries have, it proves you're not a real country.'

Agatha: .

Fine.

She raised her hand: Continue.

Shakespeare: After such incidents, even if the Queen were the most tolerant, she could no longer endure Yunxi's presence.

But Yunxi's years of forming cliques for personal gain had taken effect. The Queen discovered that almost all high-ranking officials had various interests with Yunxi, to the extent that even if they knew Yunxi was problematic, they didn't report it. When the superiors came to investigate, they did everything possible to help cover up for Yunxi…

Agatha couldn't hold back again: So why couldn't we take action against Yunxi privately?Shakespeare: Because whenever we tried to take action against Yunxi, he would say he wanted to eat fish, implying the [Nameless Organization] to collectively rise in rebellion. Following that, the skies over many parts of Europe would be filled with thunder and lightning, but no rain would fall.

Agatha took a deep breath: Alright, continue.

Finally, the [Clock Tower Attendant] let China take over Yunxi.

Shakespeare assumed a reminiscent posture: When we sent Yunxi away from the UK, ordinary British citizens saw him off for miles, hoping only that Yunxi would never return.

To ensure Yunxi's departure wouldn't be interrupted, the British public even spontaneously formed 24-hour patrol teams. The assassins sent by those 121 countries—worried that Yunxi might have stolen their intelligence while spying—were thus intercepted and beaten to death with clubs. Yunxi successfully returned to China.

It's said Yunxi had amassed wealth rivaling nations by the time he left, though no one knew the exact extent. Everyone just knew the British pockets he'd emptied had all ended up filling Yunxi's coffers.

But Yunxi still wasn't satisfied.

Three months after returning, he broke free from Zhonghua's control and began selling intelligence from 122 countries including Britain, single-handedly driving his net worth to $20 billion. The reason it stopped there was mainly because Yunxi had cashed out several times during the process, and those countries were unwilling to bid higher… I couldn't see what happened after that, but Yunxi's life seemed quite smooth sailing.

Agatha: .

She finally abandoned completely any thought of recruiting Yunxi to her side.

Although with the [Clock Tower Attendant] prepared, this future Shakespeare foresaw likely wouldn't come to pass. But from this vision, she could already see how abnormal Yunxi's mind was!

Brainwashing and coercion work on normal people, but they're useless against lunatics!

While the [Clock Tower Attendant] was still dealing with the mess Yunxi left behind, life was much calmer on Yunxi's end.

Yunxi refused to return with those Zhonghua agents.

I'm carrying too much… questionable wealth. It wouldn't be convenient for me to go back.

Of course, this was merely the most presentable excuse. Privately, Yunxi's real reason was:

That place is so strange. They treat me too well, and the people aren't selfish, scheming, cunning, greedy, or disgusting at all…

But calm seas don't make skilled sailors! Compared to going back, it's much more interesting to stay outside, continue my revenge, and make everyone who dares bully me pay the price!

Gogol, while teleporting Yunxi who had already provoked public anger again upon arriving in a new country, suppressed his laughter and said: Indeed! Little Yunxi's thinking is absolutely right!

Using this method of angering everyone to identify who's hindering his path to freedom and delivering preemptive retaliation – truly worthy of Yunxi!

As long as he forced himself to temporarily ignore that future predicted by Shakespeare, he could completely willingly stay with Yunxi!

Thus, days passed one after another, and Yunxi gradually adapted to the pyrokinesis Transcendent's [Special ability] through combat. His combat power rose from [Combat Power: 270 (90)] shortly after obtaining the ability to [Combat Power: 459 (153)].

It was clear Yunxi's combat skills were still lacking, but with the Savior's 200% attribute bonus, as long as he didn't provoke a group of Transcendents all at once, Yunxi and Gogol could practically roam Europe unimpeded.

So Yunxi decided to return to his former organization to check whether the Imperial Ancestral Temple for his glorious new Transcendent self had been completed.

Yunxi encountered Mimic members fleeing from his Imperial Ancestral Temple construction site.

With lightning speed, Yunxi captured all of them in one go, then ordered Gogol to throw them all back to the construction site.

Yunxi: You don't want to work on the great task of building my Imperial Ancestral Temple? And here I had the new boss improve your treatment somewhat. You really only deserve to live in garbage dumps after all…

Speak! Where were you planning to slack off every day?

Yunxi chased after the Mimic members while speaking, pummeling them with fists the size of sandbags. Finally, one Mimic member couldn't take it anymore and answered:

We're going to Yokohama. We received information that there's someone in Yokohama who can grant us release from this world.

Yunxi remained expressionless: Oh, and then?

The Mimic members: ???

This was extremely important to them – wasn't this reason sufficient to explain why they were trying to escape?

Since when did I permit you to seek release from this world? Yunxi kicked the person flying, Escaping prison is illegal no matter where you do it, and that includes escaping from this earthly hell!

You think you can run away before repaying your debts to me? Talking about how death can bring you release and rebirth… Do you think you're Nezha or something?

Nezha had three heads and six arms, but what are you? Look down at yourselves – at most you've got one head and you're a bunch of idiots!

The Mimic members who felt they'd been insulted with puns: …

Noticing the Mimic members still weren't moving, Yunxi impatiently activated his fire-type special ability. Massive flames formed a semi-circle that rapidly closed in on the Mimic members:

Get·Back·To·Work! I'll talk to the new boss about distributing food and money according to how much work you complete from now on!

The Mimic members: …

They quickly scattered.

Yunxi watched them work for a while, nodding in satisfaction when he saw several members display simple, genuine smiles after completing tasks.

Labor truly is the best comfort for the human heart, Yunxi said. See? Not so lifeless anymore.

Let's go, Korya. It's so late – I want to go back and rest.

Only when reminded did Gogol withdraw his gaze from the Mimic members.

Okay!

It seemed Mimic was being used as pawns by someone in Yokohama, but… well! Since Mimic couldn't leave anyway, it shouldn't matter!

Thinking this, Gogol followed Yunxi back to their base with light, cheerful steps.

Their current base was still underground, though the furnishings were quite decent.

Yunxi played games while waiting for Gogol to help undo his hair, when he suddenly got an idea halfway through: Korya, do you want to try a different hairstyle tomorrow?

Gogol: Eh? Does little Yunxi want to style the clown's hair…

Chirp chirp! The little white bird that Gogol had caught for his magic performance a few days ago chose this moment to speak up, interrupting Gogol.

Not only that, it boldly flew directly onto Yunxi's shoulder.

Yunxi didn't feel offended at all, speaking gently: You want little buns? Of course!

But you don't have enough feathers yet. Wait until you become a big white bird and grow longer feathers, okay?

The little white bird rubbed against Yunxi's ear, the turquoise earring brushing through its fluffy chest: Chirp chirp! Chirp!

Yunxi turned his head and responded with a series of chirp chirp chirps to the little bird.

Gogol stared at the little white bird puffing out its chest while Yunxi kissed it repeatedly.

After bringing this bird back, Gogol had realized Yunxi inexplicably had a physique that attracted small birds.

Gogol hadn't originally planned to interfere, but when he saw Little White Bird pluck a beautiful feather from its body to give to Yunxi, he abruptly activated his special ability and directly teleported the bird to the ground outside.

Yunxi, now birdless: ?

Gogol cheerfully helped Yunxi undo the last small section of braided hair: Haha! It's nothing, just that this Clown suddenly thought keeping a little bird confined in a human dwelling is too restrictive! So this Clown set it free!

Yunxi quickly accepted this explanation: So that's how it is.

A freedom-loving Clown not wanting to keep a wild bird constrained forever – makes perfect sense!

By the way, wasn't little Yunxi sleepy earlier? Gogol said thoughtfully. This clown is feeling a bit drowsy too!

Reminded like this, Yunxi forgot what he originally wanted to say. He cooperatively climbed onto the bed and gradually fell asleep.

Gogol had been observing Yunxi the whole time. Only when he saw the other had fallen into deep sleep did he slowly remove those dark red gloves.

The clown's hands bore many scars and numerous thick calluses – the texture couldn't be described as acceptable, only as quite terrible.

I do want to fulfill little Yunxi's wishes, Gogol muttered to himself. After all, that way I can break through the Transcendent's 'prophecy' and achieve the freedom I desire.

But just what degree of intensity constituted the love that Yunxi wanted?

And then…

When Yunxi nuzzled against him in his sleep, Gogol's breathing suddenly became heavier: Would little Yunxi really end up doing something with this clown in some future?

This was… truly unbelievable!

Meanwhile, Sakaguchi Ango, who had been dispatched here to contact Mimic only to find that Mimic completely ignored him – even when he directly asked Does our lord lack ambition? it was useless, and saying more would get him beaten: ???

This wasn't right, this script wasn't what he imagined!

Mimic was supposed to have a death-seeking script, not an empire-building one, right???

Yunxi knew nothing about what was happening outside, nor about what was happening inside.

But when Yunxi woke up, his game panel began alerting him that he had accidentally triggered the R18 protection mechanism.

Yunxi: !!!

Yunxi cautiously inspected his base several times but found nothing unusual. If he had to mention anything, the only thing was that Gogol's phone had received a message from Fyodor.

Yunxi had long told Fyodor not to bother him with unimportant matters, and even important matters should be explained completely at once.

Fyodor indeed kept this agreement, so even though Yunxi had directly blocked him, he chose to send the message to Gogol's phone, and it was an extremely condensed version of intelligence.

After briefly reading it, Yunxi instantly guessed the truth: An Esper named Shibusawa Tatsuhiko has returned from death… must be an Esper with a special ability whose power formed a singularity after death.

Just like Rimbaud back then.

But what does the resurrection of the Supernatural Affairs Division's Esper have to do with me?

Yunxi muttered as he replied to Fyodor with a question mark.

Fyodor took only 0.01 seconds to realize it was Yunxi on the other end.

[Rats in the House of the Dead: His special ability is very similar to yours. If you want to explore your own ability, perhaps you could speak with him.]

[Rats in the House of the Dead: You would like him.]

[Rats in the House of the Dead: Of course, if you two get along reasonably well, then one month from now, I also extend an invitation on behalf of the Rats in the House of the Dead for you to attend the stage play in Yokohama.]

Out of curiosity about the stage play, Yunxi chose to agree.

This time, Gogol didn't accompany Yunxi.

Gogol: Brief separations are very important too, little Yunxi. We've been together long enough.

Yunxi accepted this explanation. After threatening Gogol that if he dared to run away during this time, he would strangle him to death and turn him into an illusion to keep by his side forever, Yunxi left.

Gogol awkwardly: Haha.

When Yunxi arrived, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko was targeting a card-type Esper.

Accompanied by Yunxi's dashing descent from the sky, the white mist enveloped him, separating his special ability [Scales of Fate].

Yunxi's super luck kicked in again. Though it should have been difficult to dissipate the momentum of his fall, he happened to land precisely on the raised end of the scale, which was shaped like a seesaw.

On the other end of the scale, the card-type Esper was directly flung away by the scale's rebound.

Uh. Yunxi somewhat awkwardly activated his combustion-type ability, burning away the materialized but still non-aggressive [Scales of Fate], then looked up. Hello, I'm Yunxi. Are you Fyodor's friend, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko?

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko was initially annoyed that his target had been flung away, but he grew deeply curious about the boy's strange ability and his relationship with Fyodor.

So not only did he restrain his anger, he proactively withdrew the white mist representing [Between Tatsuhiko].

But just as Shibusawa Tatsuhiko was about to ask directly, he saw the boy named Yunxi undergo a visible pupil earthquake upon clearly seeing his face. Then, quite abruptly, the boy pulled out his phone.

The boy started typing and sending messages.

Shibusawa's typically world-weary face showed a rare expression of confusion as he used his ability to directly peek at the content on the boy's screen.

The boy typed: [I've met Shibusawa Tatsuhiko. Personally, I think all Chinese people would rate him 97/100.

The reason for deducting 3 points is: when a Chinese person riding an electric scooter passes by, they take off their helmet to get a better look at the white-haired beauty. But they get so captivated that they forget to put the helmet back on and get penalized by traffic police.]

The boy also typed: [Fyodor, did you deliberately not show me Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's photo and then trick me into meeting him? I've been so good to you, and this is how you test your comrade?]

Finally, the boy typed: [Don't you know the main reason I liked Korya initially was because of his white hair? If I stay with Shibusawa Tatsuhiko and Korya misunderstands, what should I do? If Korya gets angry, I'll never forgive you!]

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko watched the entire time as the boy sent message after message, completely disregarding whether Fyodor would survive the onslaught.

On the other end, Fyodor remained silent, only switching between […typing…][Online][…typing…][Online].

After what felt like an eternity, Fyodor's message finally appeared on the boy's screen.

[Rats in the House of the Dead: That won't happen. If such a situation occurs, I'll explain it to Gogol-kun on your behalf.

By the way, Shibusawa-kun should be right in front of you, shouldn't he? Aren't you going to greet him? (Purple rat emoji laughing.jpg)]

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's expression grew even stranger.

Since when was Fyodor the type to have such a good temper?

Before Shibusawa could figure it out, the boy in front of him suddenly put away his phone and switched to business mode.

Yunxi patted his chest and said: Let me reintroduce myself. I'm Yunxi, your good friend Fyodor's ex-boyfriend, and also the new friend Fyodor found for you.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko: ?

Shibusawa had been about to say he didn't need friends, but he couldn't help asking: What did you say your relationship with Fyodor was?

Yunxi replied naturally: Ex-boyfriend.

My ex-boyfriend who I dumped, Yunxi added.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, realizing the other wasn't lying: .

Case closed.

No wonder Fyodor was being so gentle with this young man.

But doesn't Fyodor have religious faith, and isn't he Russian? Why would he secretly have a same-sex lover?

Unaware that Shibusawa Tatsuhiko was doubting his sincerity, Fyodor sneezed, Achoo!

Did I catch a cold? Though the temperature has indeed been dropping lately… Fyodor muttered to himself as he put his white furry hat back on, then asked Ivan to brew him a cup of hot tea before resuming typing on his keyboard.