I Became the Savior on the Fourth Day of Disaster - Chapter 30 (Including 4.1k Nutrient Solution Bonus) ^^...

Chapter 30 (Including 4.1k Nutrient Solution Bonus) ^^…

Nevertheless, Yunxi and Shibusawa Tatsuhiko spent a period of life that both found quite satisfactory.

After all, Yunxi always had an endless supply of mischievous ideas to share—practically a walking bad-idea generator—while Shibusawa had no morals to speak of and was extremely eager in his pursuit of novelty.

Soon enough, the two genuinely became friends.

As days passed and they grew to understand each other better, Shibusawa finally learned the details of Yunxi’s past relationship with Fyodor.

One day, while helping Yunxi into a white gown he had made, Shibusawa remarked, So all along, you were only pursuing the Clown? Then why did you never have any truly intimate contact with him? You don’t strike me as the type who prefers platonic relationships.

Seeing Yunxi about to protest, Shibusawa added, Yunxi-kun, this is quite obvious. Lying won’t change anything.

Yunxi: …

Yunxi glanced left and right, then beckoned Shibusawa closer like a thief.

One of us—Korya or me—has a problem. I can’t tell you who exactly.

Shibusawa’s crimson eyes slowly widened.

Noticing Shibusawa’s unusual reaction, Yunxi quickly added, But, but! If you’re willing to lend me your identity here to earn a little money, I can secretly share this kind of trivial matter with you in private!

Shibusawa: .

The clothes he made for Yunxi were far more valuable than the petty cash Yunxi scraped together daily. Why was Yunxi so fixated on this?

Shibusawa didn’t understand, but he agreed anyway.

Just a fake identity—such things were inconsequential. He was more curious about whether Yunxi or the Clown was the one with the issue.

Delighted at the prospect of earning some extra money in the coming days, Yunxi whispered the truth: Didn’t I tell you I’m actually the Savior? This world has special requirements for the Savior. So it’s because I wasn’t 18 yet that I couldn’t…

[(Fireworks)(Fireworks) Congratulations, Player! Your in-game body age now meets the condition of being 18 or older. Detecting that your real-world body also satisfies this condition, the R18 Expansion Pack is now automatically installing for you…

[R18 Expansion Pack installation complete! The Sims: Yokohama wishes you a pleasant gaming experience!

Uh. Yunxi awkwardly stared at the sudden pop-up window before him and corrected himself, It’s fulfilled now.

Why did it have to happen at such a coincidental moment? This made the mysterious image he had crafted in front of Shibusawa seem like a joke!

But now that the player has come of age, can they still casually relocate testicles? After all, the R18 protection is gone—no more mosaic to shield the player’s eyes.

Speaking of which, what do those things actually look like in reality…

Shibusawa subtly moved away from Yunxi.

Noticing this, Yunxi: ???

Completely ignoring where his own gaze had just been directed, Yunxi erupted in fury, What do you mean by that? Do you suspect the great Savior would harbor ill intentions toward a good friend?!

Shibusawa gave an ambiguous reply, Hmm.

Yunxi: I was just a bit curious about what differences I’d notice in people after reaching adulthood… Anyway, I absolutely didn’t mean it that way!

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko: Hmm. Better not be, otherwise he’d have to suspect Fyodor enjoyed recommending his ex-boyfriends to his friends.

Wait. Shibusawa Tatsuhiko stopped Yunxi just before he left, handing him a bottle of sleeping pills. Sleeping pills. A small dose will only make someone feel weak. If you plan to confront that Clown later, these might come in handy.

Yunxi: ?

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko added: You said yourself your combat skills are weaker than his.

Yunxi bristled: I have a special ability, a transcendental-level ability, do you even understand what that means?

Hmm.

So you really didn’t believe a single word! Yunxi’s anger gradually cooled midway.

Looking at the clearly more intelligent white-haired man before him, Yunxi hesitantly said: By the way, Shibusawa-san, aren’t we good friends? If I fail, could you help me come up with more ideas…

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, who tacitly acknowledged being smarter than this new friend: Hmm.

You’re so kind, Shibusawa-san! Yunxi cheerfully hugged Shibusawa Tatsuhiko before trotting toward the door, his hat tilting slightly with the movement. I’m going to see how this world differs from before I came of age. Don’t wait up for me tonight!

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko resumed studying different types of clothing fabrics: Hmm, goodbye.

The door slammed shut behind Yunxi.

The moment the door closed, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko faintly sensed something.

He frowned and looked up.

There was nothing in that direction.

Must have been his imagination—there were no Espers stronger than him here.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko continued sewing clothes, while thirty meters away, a Clown who had just teleported his head into Shibusawa’s hideout was deep in thought.

The Clown had arrived too late to see or hear much, but it was enough to analyze Yunxi and Shibusawa Tatsuhiko’s relationship.

The two were very close, always spending their evenings together.

Nearly all of Yunxi’s clothing came from Shibusawa Tatsuhiko’s hands. Yunxi had only kept those two turquoise diamond earrings—even the red pompom hair tie the Clown later gave Yunxi had been stored away, replaced by a beautiful hat.

Why was this happening? The Clown had only been away from Yunxi for a short while, hadn’t he?

Though he didn’t know the reason, Gogol, feeling inexplicably terrible, found Yunxi’s hideout.

Thus, the moment Yunxi returned to his hideout, before he could even turn on the lights, he was pinned against the wall, his mouth forcibly covered by a hand wearing dark red gloves.

Yunxi: !

Yunxi immediately abandoned his initial thought of using his incineration-type ability to light up the room, cooperatively adopting a thinking posture instead.

Then, Yunxi tried to speak, to say You’re my adorable Little White Bird that always finds its way back every time I set you free.

But Yunxi couldn’t speak.

Feeling the rough friction of the glove fabric in his mouth and the malicious pressure from the other hand at his waist, Yunxi’s pupils shook violently.

In truth, Yunxi had wandered outside all night without successfully picking any fights.

After all, cursing here would result in a fine, and although many people were giving Yunxi strange looks, they deliberately avoided conflict with him. Naturally, Yunxi couldn’t find a suitable reason to use his special ability.

It was also because of this that Yunxi only now began to feel the effects of the R18 Expansion Pack.

So, this game was going to hit him with something this intense right after turning 18?

Gogol had the dark-haired boy, who was always running his mouth, pinned against the wall for quite a while. It wasn’t until the boy started to look disheveled, his usually bright turquoise eyes growing hazy, that Gogol reluctantly let him go.

Of course, part of the reason was his own restraint. But there was no need to mention that.

Gogol pretended nothing had happened and began examining Yunxi’s hideout. Little Yunxi picked a pretty good spot this time…

What Gogol actually meant was that the place was far too ordinary, completely unlike Yunxi’s usual style, and he suspected Shibusawa Tatsuhiko had helped Yunxi find it.

But Yunxi wasn’t listening. Behind Gogol’s back, he was shadowboxing furiously.

Gogol turned around.

Yunxi immediately acted as if nothing had happened, even whistling innocently.

Gogol then began carefully inspecting traces of Yunxi’s daily life right in front of him. Little Yunxi always cleans up so thoroughly wherever he stays. If I didn’t know your habits, I’d think no one lived here at all!

Yunxi started moving again, frantically tidying the dining table. He poured a glass of water for himself and Gogol, then slipped the medicine Shibusawa had given him into both glasses.

Well done, Yunxi! Impressive!

As long as you knock out this NPC, you’ll be free to explore the game’s R18 Expansion Pack!

Pumping himself up, Yunxi grew instantly nervous when Gogol turned and their eyes met.

To avoid any unexpected developments, Yunxi spoke first. Korya, are you done looking?

Gogol: Mhm.

Yunxi: You must be tired from the journey. Want some water?

Gogol just kept staring at Yunxi.

Just as Yunxi grew so tense he considered logging out to calm down, Gogol finally flashed a meaningful smile.

Worried that Gogol might switch their glasses, Yunxi downed his entire glass of water as fast as he could.

I’ve finished mine. You… do as you please.

Yunxi collapsed against Gogol, performing a perfect youth is wonderful, fall asleep instantly routine.

Little Yunxi? Little Yunxi? Gogol feigned surprise, calling Yunxi’s name several times before confirming he was genuinely asleep—and had instantly entered deep sleep.

Yunxi would never have guessed that even though Gogol hadn’t switched the glasses, he still ended up drugged.

If someone as clever as Shibusawa or Fyodor were there, they would have realized Gogol hadn’t swapped the glasses—he had simply followed Yunxi’s example and added something to Yunxi’s side as well.

Now, even if little Yunxi finds out, he can’t get mad! Gogol said cheerfully, pouring half of the water Yunxi had intended for him outside. After all, we both did the same thing.

Tilting his head, Gogol watched Yunxi for a moment before drawing the curtains and turning off the overhead light, leaving only the dim glow of a small desk lamp Yunxi had acquired from who-knows-where to illuminate the room.

Gogol didn’t remove his gloves. With one hand gently cradling Yunxi’s head, he slowly inserted the other into the other’s mouth, applying measured pressure.

Yunxi seemed uncomfortable, tilting his head away and unconsciously pushing against Gogol.

Gogol compliantly withdrew his fingers.

Then, unhurriedly, Gogol lowered his head, stopping just before making contact with Yunxi.

Gogol sounded puzzled: Hmm, why does the Clown still prefer little Yunxi’s tearful expression?

Unable to figure it out, Gogol bent down, opened his mouth, and maliciously pressed down repeatedly.

Yunxi frowned, but no tears fell.

Gogol’s fingers stroked Yunxi’s eyelids repeatedly before moving to the other’s beautiful earring.

Little Yunxi looks even cuter with his eyes open. Gogol leaned in, mimicking Yunxi by nuzzling against the side of his neck several times.

But today’s version is quite free too…Gogol removed the restraining items from his body, his smooth white hair immediately spilling loose, just right concealing the muscular, scar-crossed back.

Gogol chuckled softly: Haha, little Yunxi and I still have the whole night ahead!

The next day, Yunxi secretly sought out Shibusawa Tatsuhiko again.

Shibusawa vaguely guessed something but couldn’t believe it.

Shibusawa cautiously asked: That Clown has returned? What happened between you two?

Yunxi: Well… we both made our moves simultaneously.

Shibusawa: So?

So last night was a peaceful night. Yunxi lifted his head, closed his eyes, and spoke in a heavy tone.

Shibusawa: .

Unconvinced.

He didn’t believe a single word.

That Clown must have rubbed against Yunxi’s legs and kissed him in countless different ways.

Only Yunxi would remain unaware.

But Shibusawa couldn’t be bothered to expose the truth. Seeing Yunxi hadn’t asked for new strategies, he knew the Clown must be nearby. He simply asked directly: So, where is that Clown now?

Yunxi: He…

Gogol suddenly appeared beside Yunxi: Little Yunxi, I’m back! Here are the lawsuit documents you wanted!

Yunxi then completed his sentence: Korya went to retrieve the lawsuit materials for me.

Shibusawa looked confused: Lawsuit materials? All this thickness?

How many people was Yunxi planning to sue?

Exactly. Yunxi had already settled at the nearby desk, cross-referencing the computer list while explaining, Using your fake identity, Shibusawa-kun, I accepted jobs from five large tourist groups over there. There are 281 people I need to sue.

Shibusawa: And then?

This kind of win-win situation… if there weren’t so few people willing to travel here, I definitely wouldn’t have limited myself to just 281 cases…

Yunxi’s voice gradually softened as he grew increasingly focused on his work.

Shibusawa glanced at Gogol standing behind Yunxi.

Gogol was quietly laughing by transferring his head outside the window.

Shibusawa: …

Indeed, these two were quite alike in this regard.

Shibusawa didn’t comment further, instead beginning to assess Gogol – whose flamboyant white attire matched his aesthetic, yet lacked elegance and nobility.

Shibusawa abruptly asked: Sir, would you mind letting me take your body measurements?

Huh? Gogol instinctively glanced at Yunxi, but then realized something when he saw the other’s screen.

Gogol pretended to act natural and said: Alright then, Clown happens to want to try out a new performance style too!

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko gave Gogol an extremely thorough costume makeover.

Looking at Gogol who still wore the white cloak but now had the inner garment replaced with a white formal dress, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko – completely immersed in his own artistic vision – had just shown a satisfied expression when Gogol abruptly spoke after glancing at Yunxi’s situation:

Shibusawa-san, are you about to leave this place?

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko: That’s correct, though the timing isn’t that urgent…

Wait.

Realizing Clown seemed to be deliberately stalling for time, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko rushed to Yunxi’s side at top speed, and then he saw Yunxi still continuously sending out legal notices.

Yunxi turned his head and met Shibusawa Tatsuhiko’s gaze, grinning to reveal an innocent smile: Shibusawa-san, you’re here!

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko felt twelve times more than just extremely uneasy: Are you…

Yunxi: Exactly! To earn more money, I’ve created a new business approach!

These past few days I’ve perfected your identity information – he’s now a good kid who got into Tsinghua University but was forced to drop out due to circumstances. I’m using this identity to send legal notices to the China Army, saying it’s all their fault that I can’t continue my education!

Just like that, working day and night, forgetting to eat and sleep, burning the midnight oil… finally! I’ve sent out a full 200,000 legal notices!

Finally, Yunxi noticed Shibusawa Tatsuhiko’s unusual reaction: Shibusawa-san, what’s wrong?

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko had already started packing his things.

When Yunxi asked him this, his temple twitched twice: What else? Of course I’m going to Yokohama early!

If he stayed any longer, besides being labeled a war criminal, what other meaning would there be?!

Unlike Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, Yunxi insisted on waiting the full 15 days for these people.

This scene is definitely going to become a classic! I’d regret it for life if I missed it!

Hadn’t he worked so hard writing all those legal notices precisely for this day?

Amazing scenes he couldn’t see outside the game – he absolutely had to get his money’s worth watching them in the game!

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko couldn’t be bothered with Yunxi anymore: If you think you can smoothly make it to Yokohama when the time comes, then suit yourself.

Yunxi declared loudly: I’ll definitely be able to leave!

He’d summoned a full 200,000 people!

Using illegal methods to get 20 people might make someone scared, getting 200 people might make them too nervous to sleep at night, getting 2,000 people might make them wish to turn themselves in early to seek leniency from the judge… but this was 200,000!

If someone asked, the player could even casually admit it and then counter with: So what?

What could the people here possibly do to the player anyway?

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko: .

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko left without looking back.

Yunxi turned around grumbling and cursing under his breath, only to see Clown again with his appearance modified by Shibusawa Tatsuhiko.

The diamond brooch on the chest, elegant yet clean cutting…

The player forgave Shibusawa Tatsuhiko again!

That guy must be a super special NPC in the game!

Yunxi contentedly stroked the Clown several times, casually appreciating the game’s excellent modeling before saying, Do you want to come with me to the pier to wait for someone?

The Clown who was being stroked: Yes!

Then hide later, I need to act.

Of course, of course. Yunxi quickly reassured, How would I escape without Korya? You’re the most important, Korya!

Haha! Alright then…

Meanwhile, Nakahara Chuuya was being taken along mixed in a crowd of 200,000 people for the journey.

This time it was Chuuya who had requested to come, because he desperately wanted to see Yunxi again.

But as the crowd grew larger and more boats appeared, Chuuya finally couldn’t hold back: Are all these people Yunxi’s ‘friends’?

This was the version Chuuya had heard, which was why he dared to leave with this group. After all, Chuuya believed Yunxi wouldn’t do anything against his interests, and the same went for Yunxi’s friends.

The Chinese person guiding Chuuya: Ah, right, I forgot to tell you – there are 200,000 people in total.

Chuuya closed his eyes, then opened them again.

So were they going to visit Yunxi, or were they going to war?!

With this thought, Chuuya remained visibly displeased until he saw Yunxi waiting for them at the pier.

He jumped off the boat and was about to approach Yunxi when he saw the pitiful, helpless Yunxi being threatened by a fierce guard with a gun, forced to crouch on the ground.

Chuuya: !

Chuuya instinctively wanted to rush forward, but others were faster than him.

The people who had come with Chuuya charged forward shouting Protect our nation’s future! Comrade, be careful! and Firmly oppose all separatist actions!

Chuuya: ?

Yunxi was quickly rescued, moved to tears as he shouted Study for the nation’s rise! and New era youth don’t bow to authority! before breaking free from those comforting him and charging forward as well.

Chuuya: ??

Seeing this, the people who had come with Chuuya shouted Mobilize all active forces! and You hold the people in your heart, the people will hold you high! taking Yunxi’s cooperation as a stimulant and charging forward even more excitedly.

Chuuya: ???

Not wanting to fall behind, Yunxi sang the Internationale (modified version, since there really was a Savior in this world) with the lyrics There is no Jesus, nor immortal emperors, creating happiness depends entirely on ourselves! and forcibly dragged along nearby spectators who were clearly on his side to charge forward together.

The Internationale, slogans, fighting sounds, cursing…

For a moment, the scene became a chaotic ocean where even a dog approaching would accidentally get slapped a couple of times.

Those sent to capture Yunxi: Bro, what the…

Those inexplicably grabbed by Yunxi: Huh? Huh? Huh?

Those charging forward with Yunxi: Charge! Charge! Charge!

And behind all these people was Nakahara Chuuya, who didn’t dare to casually activate his gravity manipulation special ability for fear of causing collateral damage and exposing his identity, so he could only be jostled around, completely baffled about how things had escalated to this point.

Chuuya slowly formed a head full of question marks.

Yunxi used to only steal things, right? Occasionally causing trouble would at most create minor chaos… When did he complete this super evolution?

Seeing the situation growing increasingly complex, Nakahara Chuuya glanced at the center of the battle, then at Yunxi. Gritting his teeth, he began pushing against the pressure to move toward Yunxi.

After what felt like an eternity, Nakahara Chuuya finally reached Yunxi’s side.

By then, Yunxi had grown weary of fighting. Pretending to be overpowered, he actually used Gogol’s Overcoat to withdraw from the battlefield.

Yunxi and Gogol sat together on the edge of a high-rise, snacking on sunflower seeds while watching the spectacle unfold, casually remarking:

It seems I’m the only one here who can get into Tsinghua University, since everyone else is going to get ‘Beaten’ (Peking University).

Nakahara Chuuya was first frozen by the pun, then snapped back to reality with barely contained fury: Yun Xi!

While he was in China—supervised by Verlaine, studying 12 hours a day, yet still stealing moments to worry about Yunxi—this was how Yunxi went around recklessly provoking other factions outside?

Author’s Note: Original lyrics of The Internationale: Neither saviors nor deities we need, no faith in kings or gods have we! To make our own world we take the lead!

Savior Yunxi: Some Saviors do exist!

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