I Became the Savior on the Fourth Day of Disaster - Chapter 33: The Savior Also Gets Sucked by NPCs...

Chapter 33: The Savior Also Gets Sucked by NPCs…

Yunxi lay down on the bed in the game.

He turned his head, gazing for a while at the half of Gogol’s face that appeared gentler without beast scratches after removing the mask. He pulled the blanket over the other person, then quietly fell asleep.

Though it was called sleeping, the moment Yunxi’s consciousness was ejected into the system space, he immediately pressed the [Pause] button and logged out of the game.

Yunxi had been in the game for six days and needed to get some fresh air while also handling the messages he’d received during this time.

The person who sent Yunxi the most messages was the official staff member of The Sims: Yokohama.
They asked Yunxi how the newly added pause feature was working, whether it was user-friendly, if he felt the game progress was too slow when paused, and if he had any feedback about the game’s storyline.

Yunxi replied one by one: [Feels good. When I feel the progress is slow, I’ll choose Don’t pause in-game time when logging out. The game plot is fine, but the map is too large. It’s always troublesome to find familiar NPCs. Suggest adding a portal setting.]

The reply came quickly this time: [Dear player, this is The Sims game. We can’t enable portals like other games.]

Yunxi sighed in disappointment.

He thought they would at least release a trial version of portals, but they completely ignored his suggestion.

However, it didn’t matter – Yunxi suddenly remembered something more important.

Yunxi: [By the way, my identity is the Savior, but I accidentally destroyed the Great Order, one of the Ten Calamities, due to some unexpected circumstances. Is my main quest still salvageable?]

Other side: [?]

Other side: [???]

Other side: [You destroyed the Great Order? How did you destroy it?!]

After Yunxi briefly explained what happened, the other party seemed unprepared for this situation too, saying they needed to consult their supervisor before disappearing again.

Only after Yunxi had gone out for a walk did he finally receive their response.

[It’s fine, I’ve checked. The Great Order isn’t a necessary condition for your Identity Plate to achieve an ending. The Great Order is just a man-made tool – without it, there will be other alternatives. In short, you don’t need to worry.]

[I can’t say more about the rest. You can explore it yourself in the game.]

Yunxi understood, but couldn’t help questioning: [So you actually don’t monitor our gameplay at all? I destroyed the Great Order quite some time ago, and you had no idea?]

Wasn’t their job too easy?

The other side clearly understood Yunxi’s implication and launched into a defensive rant about [player gameplay being private, even if we could monitor we absolutely wouldn’t, your words insult our professionalism] and similar breakdown remarks.

Yunxi: …

He believed them, okay? He believed them.

Why did they break down as easily as the sellers in the game’s shopping app?

Still, this Q&A session was useful – at least it allowed Yunxi to feel comfortable doing mischief in the game and trying out the game’s R18 Expansion Pack.

In excellent spirits, Yunxi briefly communicated with family and friends before entering the game again the next day.

The game time had indeed been paused, so Yunxi’s actions—instinctively standing up after entering the game and immediately starting to run outside—appeared particularly abrupt.

Gogol wasn’t asleep, but he merely lifted his eyelids slightly to glance at Yunxi and made no move to stop him.

Only after Yunxi left the base did Gogol silently follow.

After all, the other party had promised the player that if the player failed to take action against the Clown, they would come up with a new plan for the player!

After running around Yokohama for a long time, Yunxi finally spotted Shibusawa Tatsuhiko. Before Yunxi could speak, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko said with a weary expression, You can just tell that Clown-kun about such a trivial matter directly. He won’t refuse.
Yunxi: ?

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko: If there’s nothing else, leave now. Those agents will be back soon.
Yunxi wanted to say that agents weren’t a big deal—he could just knock everyone down if necessary. But before he could speak, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko let out a soft, disapproving click of his tongue.

Then, Shibusawa abruptly leaned close to Yunxi: Yunxi-kun.
Yunxi was momentarily mesmerized by the perfect modeling of the white-haired, red-eyed figure, but only for a brief moment.

Thinking of Gogol’s slightly deeper-set eyes and heterochromatic pupils, Yunxi quickly snapped back to attention and asked in a hushed voice, What is it? Do you have something to say secretly?
Shibusawa Tatsuhiko shifted his eyes slightly, as if looking past Yunxi to meet someone else’s gaze. After a moment, he slowly revealed a smile.

The next second, Shibusawa mercilessly pulled back to a distance: Alright, you can go back now. I’ve already used my special ability on you—he won’t refuse your request.
Of course, given the blow to his faith caused by Yunxi, he wouldn’t concern himself with whether Yunxi could defeat that Clown or not this time.

It would be best if Yunxi couldn’t win—after all, Shibusawa was in a foul mood, and making Yunxi unhappy would make him feel better.

Yunxi suspected Shibusawa Tatsuhiko was tricking him, especially since he hadn’t seen any special effects from the special ability.

But Yunxi still went back.

After all, Yunxi was no match for Shibusawa in a war of words, so he decided to gather evidence first and pester Shibusawa again tomorrow.

Just as Yunxi was about to go straight to bed and sleep, a pair of gloved hands abruptly appeared, pressing firmly against his neck with their palms.

As Yunxi instinctively lifted his head due to difficulty breathing, he was met with a somewhat violent and bloody kiss.

If it were anyone else, Yunxi would have activated his burning special ability and started rampaging, but this white-haired head was far too familiar.

Only after the other party pulled away did Yunxi manage to gasp out, Korya…?
Mhmm, the white-haired clown said, It’s Korya!
Yunxi grew even more confused.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko had said he could control Korya, that was true, but Yunxi didn’t think he had made any requests of Korya just now… right?

Yunxi: !

Feeling the gloved hands roaming inside his clothes and the kisses gradually moving downward, Yunxi abruptly tried to sit up and throw Gogol off. However, due to the disparity in physical strength and his own awkward position making it hard to exert force, he was pressed back down.

Little Yunxi must like this, right? Gogol said. After all, Little Yunxi is this intimate with that White Tiger’s fur and with Shibusawa-san.
Yunxi finally realized something.

But he kissed the tiger’s fur because he couldn’t control himself! The most intimate moment he ever had with Shibusawa Tatsuhiko was when Shibusawa took his measurements to make clothes! Nothing more than that!

However, Gogol was clearly determined not to let Yunxi brush it off lightly. He pretended to be pitiful: Besides, Clown really wants to do this kind of thing too…
Hmm? Why is little Yunxi reacting like this? Were your previous words about liking me false? Does little Yunxi stop liking me when I want to handle such matters?
Yunxi had very little morality, so no matter what Gogol said, it was hard for him to feel guilty.

But while saying this, Gogol was slowly pulling off his glove—which could have been teleported away instantly using his special ability—revealing the pale skin beneath that truly belonged to the Clown. Watching the dark red glove being gradually drawn back, Yunxi felt a shameful stir of desire.

It wasn’t until all his belongings had been teleported away that Yunxi belatedly realized how precarious the situation had become.

As the other rubbed against his thigh, Yunxi finally demonstrated the principle of either perishing in silence or exploding from it.

Gogol didn’t dodge, but Yunxi himself withdrew the flames out of reluctance.

Such beautiful white hair—it would be a pity to burn it! The player couldn’t bring himself to do it!!!

His body feeling the exaggerated intrusion of the Clown’s certain part, his ears filled with the Clown’s low laughter of pleasure, and his skin tingling with the strange sensation of scar-covered hands gliding over him—Yunxi, in his shame and anger, flared up again. He manipulated his flames to burn all the magic props the Clown had recently acquired, which were still practically brand new.

The Clown’s laughter grew even more unrestrained, the vibrations in his chest intensifying.

Being mocked so openly, Yunxi naturally began building up anger again. But this time, before Yunxi could act on his rage, a solitary hand abruptly appeared beside his ankle.

In the next second, it grabbed Yunxi and yanked him downward.

Yunxi: .

Pressed deep inside and rubbed relentlessly, where even the slightest movement brought intense stimulation and strange squelching sounds, Yunxi finally settled down.

He buried his face in the Clown’s neck and urged: Hurry up.
Changing your mind so quickly isn’t allowed, you know!
…

The next day.

After being cleaned up, Yunxi was forcibly held in the Clown’s embrace. Feeling the person behind him breathing much faster than himself, and a hand moving upward from his ankle to his inner thigh, Yunxi gradually sank into thought.

The more he thought, the worse his mood became.

Yunxi couldn’t understand how this game’s R18 system dared to be so realistic.

What was this? The holographic game wants to show its premium quality—basic gameplay, but the expansion packs can’t be basic? Basic pain stimulation, but pleasure stimulation can’t be basic? The Clown’s daily interactions with the player are basic, but private moments can’t be basic???

Even more infuriating was that Yunxi had actually logged out of the game briefly earlier, intending to have a serious talk with the staff. Even if this matter was awkward to discuss directly, he still wanted to find a way to make things difficult for them.

But before Yunxi could start his confrontation, he discovered the staff were gone—replaced by a newly developed AI from the game company.

When Yunxi asked a few more questions, he was rewarded with the AI’s provocative response: [Damn, the user is completely pissed.]

Yunxi was indeed furious, but his anger peaked into bitter laughter.

Who designed The Sims: Yokohama and what were the purposes and intentions behind creating this terrible AI? Who compromised behind the scenes? Who fought fiercely within? And who stands behind these people… Players dare not even imagine!

But no matter what, Yunxi was determined to play this game! He wanted to see just what other absurd things awaited!

Gogol remained unaware of Yunxi’s departure.

Compared to Yunxi, Gogol’s mood was noticeably much better.

The blend of killing desire, lust, and love—all extreme emotions mixed together—directly resulted in a state of pleasure and excitement that even Gogol himself couldn’t fully explain.

So not only did he teleport his hands everywhere, but he also occasionally bit Yunxi’s shoulders, leaving faint marks that wouldn’t cause Yunxi to lose health.

Yunxi, who was being rubbed against by the scars on the Clown’s body—scars that looked subtle but felt unusually distinct—was anything but comfortable: …

Gogol then flipped Yunxi over and held him in his arms again.

With nimble fingers, Gogol tidied Yunxi’s hair and casually freed the black strands that had gotten caught on the turquoise earring.

Once again, Yunxi was rubbed against by scars in the front: …

Alright then, even the Savior has been sucked in by an NPC.

Gogol seemed to finally notice Yunxi’s silence and asked proactively, Little Yunxi, isn’t this the development you wanted?
Yunxi still didn’t speak.

Gogol exclaimed dramatically, Huh? Does little Yunxi have no thoughts at all? Was the Clown’s performance that terrible?
Yunxi’s expression twisted violently.

You want thoughts? Fine, fine, fine…

The player will give them to you!

Yunxi slowly raised his head and met the gaze of this theatrical, evil NPC.

Then, Yunxi’s own performance addiction erupted alongside.

Gogol finally stopped moving.

Gogol: …Huh?