I Became the Savior on the Fourth Day of Disaster - Chapter 35:(Including 6.3k Nutrient Solution Bonus) ^^...

Chapter 35:(Including 6.3k Nutrient Solution Bonus) ^^…

The Supernatural Affairs Division personnel swiftly sprang into action.

Yunxi tagged along to watch the spectacle.

Watching the mafia members being arrested in batches, Yunxi couldn’t help but sigh: I told you so – how could a society governed by law permit mafia organizations to act so recklessly?

Just then, several Port Mafia executives being escorted by officers happened to pass by Yunxi: …

If this were truly a society governed by law, the first person who should be arrested here would clearly be Yunxi!

Though furious, these Port Mafia executives didn’t want to become Yunxi’s stimulants. Thus they remained exceptionally quiet throughout the process, cooperating fully with all requests from the Supernatural Affairs Division.

One esper with gradient black-and-white sideburns wanted to resist, but quieted down after being ordered by Mori Ōgai.

Yunxi also found these people’s reactions too dull and somewhat boring.

Fortunately, as soon as Yunxi turned around, she witnessed the despairing wails of an ordinary Port Mafia employee:

Yunxi: Hehe :D.

Satisfied.

Mori Ōgai and others: …

So infuriating – even more maddening than when they were arrested. Is this reasonable?

Regardless, with such a huge commotion, Yunxi and Gogol could no longer stay in Yokohama for the time being.

Yunxi finally sought out Shibusawa Tatsuhiko to bid farewell.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko took Yunxi’s departure quite well, merely stating that after he obtained the [Beast Beneath the Moonlight] gemstone, he would invite Yunxi – who possessed his obsession – to admire it together.

Yunxi readily agreed and expressed her hope that Shibusawa Tatsuhiko would activate the gemstone then, allowing her to pluck some more White Tiger Fur.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko’s mind immediately conjured an image: him sharing the gemstone with Yunxi while saying My angel, flee, flee!, with Yunxi responding Fur! White fur! It makes me so excited!

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko: .

Sometimes he felt that having too sharp a mind wasn’t necessarily a good thing.

Expressionlessly, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko activated the special abilities within [Dragon’s Realm] and chased Yunxi away.

To escape the ice spikes pursuing her, Yunxi sprinted at top speed back to the small boat she had arrived in Yokohama on. As she drifted away, she gazed melancholically at the sky: The world is so vast, yet the Savior still wonders where home is.

While steering the boat in Yunxi’s specified direction, Gogol asked: Eh? Is that so? Then why does little Yunxi need to go back?

Yunxi snapped out of it: Because this boat is rented – I need to return it.

As if sensing Gogol’s heightened confusion, Yunxi added: After all, the person who rented me the boat hasn’t offended me.

Plus, boats are quite expensive.

Still so wonderfully free! Gogol exclaimed, But what about after this? What does little Yunxi plan to do?

Yunxi: Return to Europe. Mimic’s prison sentences should be almost up by now.

Only then did Gogol remember that when Mimic was first captured, their new boss named Lao Chou had apparently sent Yunxi the reformation through labor schedules for Mimic’s members.

But Gogol grew even more puzzled: Is little Yunxi going to be this reasonable about the Mimic situation too?

Is Yunxi’s moral compass unusually high today?

Yunxi said gravely, You don’t understand. I’m just afraid that if I exploit them too harshly, someday they might rise up with other convicts shouting ‘Overthrow the tyrant, punish the violent Qin!’

Yunxi truly couldn’t be bothered with the organization he had established in Europe, but that didn’t mean he was willing to risk the possibility of the organization falling into the hands of someone he disliked at any moment!

Gogol, who was always pursuing freedom, suddenly felt an inexplicable chill down his spine. He turned around but found nothing unusual. Muttering to himself, he steered the boat a little faster.

Perhaps it was just the sea breeze. Things would be better once they reached the shore.

…

Meanwhile, in Europe.

The Mimic members were contemplating their lives while observing the fully restored Imperial Ancestral Temple, the excited mafia members around them, and the local ordinary people who had gathered to watch the spectacle.

They couldn’t understand why the mafia members of the Nameless Organization were so fond of that Asian boss. Clearly, he hadn’t led the organization for long, and during his tenure, he had indiscriminately expanded their operations, making the Nameless Organization many troublesome enemies.

But whenever they asked about it, those people would immediately retort, What do you know? Master Yunxi did it all for our benefit. He only wanted us to live better lives. Master Yunxi is our Savior!

The Mimic members: …

They wanted to argue back, but saying too much would provoke public outrage. If they persisted, someone would even point a gun at them.

The Mimic members decided to endure it for now.

The false Savior’s lies couldn’t last forever. Rather than wasting time arguing with these people, it was better to wait for the new boss to make an appearance.

As long as the new boss accidentally revealed some hidden agenda while reminiscing about Yunxi, they would have enough evidence to refute everyone present.

The new boss soon arrived, wearing his bright red tie.

The Mimic members immediately perked up.

It’s starting!

First came the new boss’s speech.

Today marks the completion of the Imperial Ancestral Temple we built for Master Yunxi. On this auspicious occasion, let us revisit the speech Master Yunxi once delivered at the beer hall!

The crowd: Oh! Oh!

It was a reenactment of the former former boss’s beer hall speech by the current boss! They were in for a treat today!

The Mimic members struggled to contain themselves and continued watching.

On the high platform, the new boss carefully took out from his breast pocket a piece of paper—the very one on which he had recorded the entire speech word for word after hearing it at the beer hall that day long ago—and began reading slowly:

Comrades, today we stand at the crossroads of destiny…

The new boss soon finished. Amid the solemn atmosphere among the audience, other organization members took the stage to share how Yunxi, the former boss of the organization, had changed their lives.

An elderly member tremblingly stepped onto the stage: I will never forget the night I was moved by Mr. Yunxi at the beer hall.

The crowd below held their breath.

The Mimic members: !

Here it comes! This should be the robbery part!

The old man’s voice shook with excitement: Mr. Yunxi demanded that I make a choice: one, hand over all my possessions to him, or two, join his organization!

Mimic members: !!!

The old man: I immediately chose to hand over all my possessions to Master Yunxi and join Master Yunxi’s organization! That’s right, I chose both options at once! Since Master Yunxi didn’t look down on me, how could I not contribute my share for everyone?!

The crowd below grew even more excited, especially those around the same age as the old man on stage: Exactly!!!

Mimic members: ???

Wait, this isn’t right? This development isn’t right?

But no matter how much they refused to believe it, the next person appeared on the podium.

This person recounted how he had initially refused to surrender his family assets and, out of fear, declined to join Master Yunxi’s organization.

So then, why am I here now?

His tone gradually grew impassioned, That’s right! Because I was arrested and imprisoned for three full months!

During those three months! I came to understand the dark side of society. Master Yunxi’s methods were like a hard slap across my face, making it impossible for me to ignore the elephant in the room any longer! From that day on, I decided to dedicate my limited life to an endless struggle! So what if we fail? At worst, I’ll just go back to prison for a few more years!

Always remember: once you’ve set your sights on the target, go for it boldly! Failure is just causing trouble! Success is negotiation! For our descendants, we fight!

The crowd below: For our descendants, we fight!

Mimic members: …

They thought this person should consider Yunxi a scoundrel, not so easily convince himself otherwise.

Then the next person, and the next after that…

Some described how powerful Yunxi was when helping them take down enemy organizations, how ghostly his fighting techniques were.

Others explained that while Yunxi had only done two things here – giving them weapons and teaching them who to aim those weapons at – these two things happened to be the most crucial…

After everyone had shared their experiences, the atmosphere had become absolutely feverish.

The new BOSS returned to the stage: I know many people wonder why our organization has no name, why the field for external designation always remains blank, and why we only refer to ourselves privately as the [Nameless Organization].

Now! I can tell you – this is because our organization doesn’t need such strong presence. It doesn’t need to leave records in history. What truly needs to be remembered is you! You who constitute the organization!

That’s right! The organization didn’t make you successful – you collectively built the organization!

The crowd raised their hands and cried out in unison: No! We can never repay Master Yunxi’s kindness!

Mimic members: ???

They didn’t understand, but they still dutifully shouted along a couple of times.

Having successfully raised everyone’s emotions to their peak, the new BOSS shifted gears:

Starting today, the Imperial Ancestral Temple is open to everyone! As long as you don’t maliciously damage the temple, you can all enter for free!

The crowd erupted in massive cheers once more, leaving only the Mimic members still utterly bewildered.

They began frantically observing their surroundings, trying to see if they were the only ones who found this scene utterly absurd, only to discover that everyone was genuinely laughing. Even those who, like them, couldn’t understand why the organization members were a hundred times more enthusiastic than outsiders, were still laughing.

Mimic members: ???

The new boss raised a hand to signal for quiet and continued, Not only that, but the names of those involved in the construction will be permanently engraved on the previously blank stone tablet in front of the Imperial Ancestral Temple.

Now, I will inscribe your names.

Unveil the stone tablet, the new boss turned and reminded them.

Mimic members: !!!

They understood the new boss meant that people like them had given meaning to the originally blank stone tablet, much like how the Nameless Organization had many individuals with their own names.

It was a rhetorical technique to create symmetry, a way to strengthen the organization’s cohesion, commonly used in various situations…

But this was unacceptable! Their names could appear in French archives, on the lips of the public… but definitely not in a place like this!

But it was already too late.

Although the new boss’s Special ability was offensive, with careful control, it could also be used for carving. Not only were the results excellent, but the carving speed was far faster than even CNC machines.

So before the Mimic members could speak, their names were neatly inscribed alongside the handful of Yunxi fanatics within the organization who had willingly participated in the construction.

Below the names, large characters read: [A Monument to the Laborers].

If one looked closely, there was also: [This monument, once erected, shall forever commemorate deep affection. In honor of all laborers, this is a monument nurtured by your sweat…]

Mimic members: .

Ugh… they might as well just end it all now!

While the Mimic members were half-dead with despair, Aunt Xu, who had been hiding in the crowd watching the commotion, squeezed her way over to them.

Aunt Xu nudged them with her elbow, Come on, don’t look so downcast. This is an honor! From now on, you’ll be the most capable bricklayers, electricians, and carpenters in our village!

Mimic members: .

Would you want this honor if it were offered to you?!

Aunt Xu then added with relief, But thankfully, my name isn’t up there. I wouldn’t want to be commemorated in a place like this—it feels a bit embarrassing.

Even though it was just a name, what if someone in the world had a box weapon Special ability similar to hers? If her entire family were exposed, it would be disastrous.

Mimic members: .

So you don’t want it either?!

But as they looked at Aunt Xu’s face, beaming with simple, honest smiles, the Mimic members ultimately said nothing. They just walked away with stern expressions.

It wasn’t that they didn’t want to argue—it was mainly because they suspected that if they questioned Aunt Xu, Did you come here to laugh at Mimic? she would immediately reply, Of course! I didn’t expect there’d be so much to laugh about!

There was no point in trying something that would only hurt them again.

With the completion of Yunxi’s Imperial Ancestral Temple and such a grand spectacle, it wasn’t just locals present—there were also tourists who had traveled from afar.

So even before Yunxi arrived, she saw short videos uploaded by Chinese tourists on online platforms.

The caption read: [Mafia organization holding a mobilization rally, joining in the fun. But the name Yunxi sounds like a fellow townsman of mine?]

With the gimmick of fellow townsman, the short video’s popularity skyrocketed and was algorithmically pushed to Yunxi.

Yunxi: ?

Out of curiosity, Yunxi clicked on it.

Then, Yunxi was struck by one thunderbolt after another.

Why did these people’s accounts completely contradict the players’ memories?

In the players’ recollection, the first old man—if he hadn’t been willing to donate all his assets—would never have been allowed to join, given how unsteady he was even walking!

The second guy, who was locked up in prison, only received special attention and relentless torment because the players had privately bribed the authorities!

The third one bragged about the players’ combat prowess, but back then, the players were actually weak—their facade of strength relied entirely on their inventory and frantically digging tunnels the night before. No one but Korya knew the players’ nighttime struggles and grimy exhaustion!

The fourth claimed the players taught the mafia the two most important lessons, but in reality, it was only because the players feared being ganged up on after distributing weapons, so they preemptively created a more powerful enemy for the mafia…

How did they record every word of the players’ impromptu speech back then, carry it in their breast pockets, and even find such a lofty justification for the organization name the players casually came up with?!

But none of that was the main issue!

Were the laughing netizens in the comments going too far? Why should the former former leader pay for the mafia members’ cringey phase? This isn’t fair!!!

Yunxi tried replying in the comments: [This is all fake, it’s AI-generated! The creator used AI synthesis!]

Then, Yunxi got mocked for [IP: Atlantic Ocean] with comments like [A Boston lobster is online lecturing humans now].

Not only that, Yunxi’s comment backfired and fueled the video’s popularity, which grew right before Yunxi’s eyes.

Yunxi: .

Korya, Yunxi closed the phone and peacefully collapsed back into Gogol’s arms, Watashi seems a little dead.

It was social death.

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