I Became the Savior on the Fourth Day of Disaster - Chapter 36: (Including 7.5k Bonus Chapter with Nutrient Solutions) ^^.

Chapter 36: (Including 7.5k Bonus Chapter with Nutrient Solutions) ^^…

It was rare to see Yunxi showing such an expression, so Gogol immediately took the phone with great interest.

He had originally thought that things like Yunxi’s statue and the Imperial Ancestral Temple would make him feel somewhat constrained, but after everything was actually completed, Gogol felt this world was terrifyingly free.

Pfft pfft pfft. Gogol couldn’t hold back, So this is how Little Yunxi appears in the eyes of the Nameless Organization members?
He’s much more buff than in reality!

Yunxi, who got sucked up by NPCs again: .

Inside the cloak, Gogol was still touching Yunxi’s fingers, measuring repeatedly from fingertip to the gaps between fingers to the base. Outside the cloak was the azure sea and endless sky.

If one didn’t know these two were stowing away, this scene would look quite romantic at a glance.

However, after a long silence, Yunxi suddenly sat up, nearly hitting Gogol who was looking down at him, directly breaking this rare peaceful atmosphere.

Gogol: Hmm? Little Yunxi?
As if afraid he would forget, Yunxi spoke rapidly: Korya, do you remember Fyodor was also an organization leader, and the Nameless Organization was once renamed [Rats in the House of the Dead]?
Gogol: Huh?
I think I shouldn’t be the only one suffering social death! Since I, the former former BOSS, am being visited in the Imperial Ancestral Temple, Fyodor must receive the same treatment!
Yunxi declared resolutely, This is what true fairness means!
No sooner said than done. Ignoring Gogol’s hesitant expression, Yunxi directly sent a message to the new BOSS.

Of course, to prevent the other party from taking the opportunity to start a conversation, Yunxi used a commanding tone:

[The Imperial Ancestral Temple feels too empty with just me. Add the previous BOSS too.]

The new BOSS’s status switched repeatedly between [Typing…] and [Online], finally sending a reluctant reply:

[Yes, Master Yunxi.]

Yunxi felt relieved.

Meanwhile, the new BOSS summoned the Mimic members.

With a displeased expression, he said: There’s a new task for you. Get any random stone tablet, carve the previous BOSS’s name on it, and place it in the most inconspicuous spot in the Imperial Ancestral Temple.
Oh, and make sure it’s far from Master Yunxi’s stone sculpture.
He absolutely didn’t want the previous BOSS to be near Master Yunxi. After all, he didn’t even feel worthy of entering the Imperial Ancestral Temple himself – who did that previous BOSS think he was to be mentioned in the same breath as Master Yunxi?!

Compared to the overthinking new BOSS, the Mimic members were much simpler. They asked: BOSS, what’s the previous BOSS’s name?
The new BOSS was stumped.

Right, who was the previous BOSS again?

I think it was something like ‘Yuanlai’… Unable to remember, the new BOSS simply bought some Nameless Organization intelligence from the dark web.

Since Yunxi had once strongly cracked down on all counterfeit merchants on the dark web who dared to sell products similar to him, this purchase ended up being the intelligence Yunxi himself had posted back then.

The new BOSS skimmed through it and found all the other information matched.

The information about the previous BOSS must also be correct.

His name is ‘Yuan Lai Kai Shi Xi Huan Ni’ and his title is [Four-Leaf Clover], the new BOSS casually printed these out and handed them to the Mimic members. Engrave all of it.
The Mimic members responded numbly: Yes.

Unfortunately, since the Mimic members immediately hid the stone tablet behind Yunxi’s statue after completing the task, no one except them knew that such absurd content was written on it.

Meanwhile, after Gogol’s reminder, Yunxi received a reply after sending the post to Zhonghua.

[OK, handled.]

Yunxi felt relieved.

What the relieved Yunxi didn’t know was that many netizens initially thought this was fake or just a prank. But after experiencing complete online censorship—with every post getting deleted and even the usually quick-to-follow marketing accounts staying silent—many began to realize something was wrong.

They started carefully studying Yunxi’s statue in private, trying to identify who it corresponded to.

Then, they found that good young man who had been held at gunpoint at the dock, then rescued, who later counterattacked, and who that same day had witnessed a murder in Shandong.

The resemblance was uncanny, absolutely uncanny… The statue was almost a 1:1 replica. Apart from revealing that the organization had many eunuchs serving the youth, and that the youth’s statue appeared taller with broader shoulders, deeper eyes, and a more muscular and powerful build, there was virtually no difference at all!

Netizens: !

Damn, why didn’t you say so earlier?!

After noting down these two words, they voluntarily deleted the posts they were editing while commenting: This Master Yunxi is truly a good person!
When the matter of the Imperial Ancestral Temple spread online before, weren’t there many netizens mocking it?

Now it seems, as someone who wants everyone to attain happiness as a peerlessly great person, why doesn’t he deserve to be praised and have an Imperial Ancestral Temple?!

Unfortunately, Yunxi was unaware of all this. Otherwise, he would have instantly dug out a three-bedroom apartment in embarrassment, only for Lao Chou to confiscate it as foundation for the next Imperial Ancestral Temple.

Yunxi soon arrived at the Nameless Organization’s territory. He sent a message to the new BOSS saying he wanted to help the organization discipline the Mimic members, then directly hauled them off to France.

Moving around France wasn’t as difficult as people imagined, but the Mimic members’ numb expressions contrasted too sharply with those around them. If Yunxi didn’t disguise them, they would definitely be spotted and reported by the French.

Yunxi asked Gogol to instantly dress everyone up as construction workers.

The Mimic members, once again clad in familiar outfits: …

Now standing in France, they no longer felt sorrow—only a sense of things remain but we are no longer the same, all has ended; wishing to speak, tears fall first welling up in their hearts.

Yunxi continued commanding them: When I tell you to act later, move quickly and work efficiently.
The Mimic members remained silent, tacitly agreeing.

Yunxi proceeded forward with Gogol and the Mimic members.

This time, few passersby gave them more than a glance. At most, they thought Yunxi was a foreman who enjoyed exploiting his subordinates, while the group trailing behind him were the ones being crushed under his oppression.

Though despicable, he only warranted a few muttered curses.

Yunxi led the group through street after street until his footsteps finally halted before a structure.

We’re here, Yunxi announced. Tear it down.
The Mimic members slowly looked up, their pupils shaking as they recognized the familiar iron tower.

This?!

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Had Yunxi forced them to kill in France, they would have refused. But since he only demanded they dismantle the Eiffel Tower, they had no solid ground to firmly reject the task.

Yet during the demolition, Mimic repeatedly hoped someone would notice and stop them.

Unfortunately, they overestimated their luck.

Passersby merely assumed the Eiffel Tower was under maintenance, glancing briefly before moving on.

Growing bolder, Yunxi ordered Mimic to hastily erect something to support the fabric originally covering the Eiffel Tower. Then, he departed with both the disassembled tower and Mimic in tow.

Along the way, Yunxi encountered waves of petty thieves like himself. He ignored their pilfering from others but blocked their attempts to pick his pockets single-handedly, fixing them with a disapproving stare.

You’re being rather rude, Yunxi chided. Cold hands don’t belong in my pockets. Go find someone else.
The thieves: …

Recognizing the black-haired youth as someone not to be trifled with, the thieves promptly retreated to target others.

With their skills uneven, many were caught mid-theft, leading to victims roaring and thieves scrambling—turning French streets into a spectacle of chaos.

Watching the scene unfold, Yunxi sighed to the Mimic members and Gogol: How wonderful France is! Its private sector thrives! The market economy brims with vitality!
Wasn’t this far better than Yokohama?

Gogol stifled laughter while nodding vigorously in agreement. Mimic pretended not to hear.

Unoffended, Yunxi brought Mimic back to the Nameless Organization’s base and placed the Eiffel Tower near their living quarters.

Then, under Mimic’s bewildered gazes, Yunxi cleared his throat and explained his purpose:

Truthfully, I know you’ve always missed fighting for your homeland. But I want to show you through action—wherever you are, as long as you’re together, it’s home! Moreover, your new organization is incredibly powerful! If you obey, I can procure even the most authentic French comforts for you!
Mimic members: ???

They glanced helplessly at others nearby, only to find them looking completely unfazed, as if Yunxi’s open display of the Eiffel Tower guaranteed its legitimacy.

Mimic members: …

They wished they were dead.

Regardless of their feelings, the Eiffel Tower was forcibly installed where they’d see it every time they opened their windows. When Mimic officially joined the Nameless Organization, they faced this very tower during the ceremony.

Mimic members: .

I want to die even more now.

What made them even more desperate was that no one actually realized this was the real thing, including the new boss.

The new boss’s first reaction upon seeing the Eiffel Tower was to excitedly ask Yunxi: Master Yunxi, where did you get this fake from? It looks so real!
Yunxi replied: This is the real one. Where would I get you a fake?
Haha, Master Yunxi, you’re so hilarious.
The new boss laughed heartily as he left, leaving only Yunxi looking utterly speechless and Mimic completely despairing.

But this wasn’t the end of it.

Worried that the Mimic members still hadn’t given up hope, Yunxi made another trip to France.

Using the Scales of Fate’s ability to exchange for NPC identities, he obtained a high-level identity and openly infiltrated France’s Special Combat Forces Headquarters, stealing numerous medals intended for rewarding subordinates.

Yunxi came with empty pockets but left with bulging ones.

On his way out, whether by good or bad luck, Yunxi encountered a Transcendent from the Special Combat Forces Headquarters.

The other curiously leaned his head toward Yunxi, looking him up and down several times, with particular attention to Yunxi’s pockets.

Finally, the other asked: Are you here to steal things?
Yunxi calmly replied: Yes, Master Victor Hugo.
Hugo, who hadn’t expected the young man before him to admit it: ?

He choked for a moment before continuing: Then these things of yours…
Yunxi: Don’t worry, Master, I didn’t steal from you. I stole them from someone else.
It was too absurd. Hugo couldn’t help but laugh out loud. After laughing, he asked again: Then who did you steal them from?
The corners of Yunxi’s mouth slowly curved upward. Just when Hugo thought he was going to tell the truth, he suddenly revealed a mocking smile.

Then Yunxi said: You already know I’m stealing, and now you want the recipe too?
Little rascal. Yunxi shook his head and walked away naturally.

Hugo: ???

Hugo still wanted to chase after him, but Yunxi had the Scales of Fate that could erase memories, plus Gogol was there to extract him.

Yunxi vanished into thin air.

Hugo felt dazed for a moment: What was I just trying to do?
He couldn’t remember, but if he couldn’t remember, it probably wasn’t important, right?

He should be going to work now…

He started walking back, then stopped at a colleague’s office door.

Hugo: !

His Transcendent-level special ability automatically activated, forcibly restoring that blank period of memory.

Not only that, but because the first round of Scales of Fate’s exchange for Yunxi’s identity as a high-ranking member of the Special Combat Forces Headquarters had disappeared, Hugo also realized Yunxi’s true identity.

Hugo’s expression became complicated: I know who stole them.
But he’s already gone, and we probably won’t get the medals back. Hugo said, File an application to report a new batch.
Even the Clock Tower Attendants couldn’t retrieve their Transcendent’s special abilities, let alone them just having some ordinary items stolen.

While Hugo was speaking, a junior employee nearby kept staring at him with a strange look.

It wasn’t until the colleague who had been stolen from spoke up that the junior employee looked away.

The colleague said: No! I don’t believe it! There must be more than one person stealing – he definitely has accomplices! The accomplices might still be in our headquarters!

A colleague continued, If they were really going to steal something, they wouldn’t just target me! Check carefully—your things might have been stolen too!
Everyone present actually went to check, and Hugo also gave a brief inspection.

Ten minutes later, they gathered again.

My camera was stolen!
My pistol was taken!
Me too—they stole the gold jewelry I kept in my drawer!
***They stole the Eiffel Tower from the area I was responsible for patrolling!!!
Everyone: !!!

Even the Eiffel Tower was stolen!

Suddenly faced with such devastating news, everyone began cursing the thief.

At this moment, the small employee among them who had remained silent the whole time, quietly observing everyone, stood out conspicuously.

A colleague asked suspiciously, You didn’t have anything stolen?
Yunxi, playing the role of the small employee: …

The employee he was impersonating? That person had also been stolen from—only it was his identity that was taken.

Yunxi had only intended to come back and confirm the follow-up developments; he hadn’t expected things to turn out like this.

Normally, Yunxi would have just stolen a little something and acted along with the others. But now, all 100 slots in Yunxi’s backpack were full—those earlier badges had been carried off in his pockets—there really was no room to steal anything more.

But with everyone staring at him, Yunxi had to give some kind of explanation.

While Yunxi was still brainstorming, the colleague pressed again, If nothing was stolen, fine—but did you notice anything unusual at all?
Yunxi finally snapped back to attention and replied, A little, but not much.
The colleague ordered, Speak.
Yunxi said earnestly, I think I sat on a hard bench for too long this morning—my left butt cheek really hurts.
My right butt cheek too, Yunxi added.

Colleague: …

So, you’re the thief’s accomplice, aren’t you! The colleague’s expression twisted abruptly, and he immediately activated his Special ability, lunging forward in an attack. Talk! Where did you hide all the stolen goods?!
The opponent’s attack was too fast, and with others on-site coordinating with him, Yunxi could only dodge among the crowd of enemies while struggling to find a moment to say, I’ve noticed you’re particularly stubborn…
Admittedly not in the right and a bit outmatched in the argument, Yunxi: .

This was the first time since Yunxi had grown stronger that he found himself in such an unfavorable fight. The scene was like Plants vs. Zombies, but Yunxi was the zombie, and everyone else was spitting plants with their words.

Yunxi didn’t want to keep being insulted.

He took a deep breath, and the next second, he ducked behind Hugo, then quickly pulled out a small knife and pressed it against Hugo’s lower back before the other could move away, threatening:

Don’t you dare dodge! You know about the [Clock Tower Attendant], so you should know what I’m capable of, right?
Hugo’s body stiffened.

Yunxi whispered, Now, escort me out! Otherwise…
Before Yunxi could finish, Hugo looked at his colleagues and said, Ahem, I’ll explain this matter later. For now, could a few of you please step aside?
Just like that, Yunxi made a smooth exit.

He also confirmed that Hugo truly knew exactly what he had done during his time with the [Clock Tower Attendant], and that Hugo was genuinely unaffected by the [Scales of Fate].

Yunxi began to feel a growing urge to just eliminate him outright.

Hugo seemed to realize something and stopped walking: Do you still need me to accompany you further?
Yunxi rubbed his hands eagerly: You’re willing to? That’s great, but my place might be a bit far… Here, let me help carry your things?
Hugo: …

Was this guy cosplaying as the Big Bad Wolf?

While Hugo was still contemplating how to gracefully extricate himself from the young man, a passing French man deliberately bumped into them.

Yunxi, Hugo: ?

This wasn’t one of their people either?

Cautiously, both simultaneously stepped aside.

The passerby bumped into them again.

Yunxi and Hugo dodged again.

Bump, dodge, bump, dodge – the three of them were practically dancing a waltz on the French streets.

Finally, Yunxi had enough. He stopped dead in his tracks, wanting to see what this guy was really trying to do.

The man spilled coffee on Yunxi.

Yunxi, Hugo: ?

Could it be what they were thinking?

Was this someone trying to hit on Yunxi with this clumsy approach?

Sometimes you get exactly what you don’t want. The man looked at Yunxi, barely containing the fervor in his eyes: My apologies, young sir, for wetting your clothes. But I’m a designer – if you don’t mind, I could get you a change of clothes and treat you to dinner to make it up to you…
Hugo wanted to watch the drama unfold, but if he didn’t escape now, he might end up paying with something important later. So he made his getaway at top speed.

Yunxi glanced at Hugo’s retreating back, then at the man before him.

Yunxi took a deep breath and expressionlessly pulled out his phone with the payment QR code: Apology, you say? Pay up.
The man: Huh?
Yunxi repeated: Pay up.
This outfit might be cheap, but the player still paid for it! Damn NPC, compensate the player!!!

The man did pay up – enough to buy a hundred sets of the clothes Yunxi was wearing.

But he seemed genuinely taken with Yunxi. As Yunxi sat by the roadside waiting for Gogol as arranged, the man sat there too, showing no intention of leaving.

After who knows how long, the man finally attempted conversation again: Who are you waiting for?
Yunxi curtly replied: I’m waiting for someone.
The man: …What I mean is, what kind of person are you waiting for?
Yunxi slowly turned his head to look at the man.

The man’s deep eyes lit up again.

Under the other’s expectant gaze, Yunxi slowly spoke: I’m waiting for someone who can take me away from here, someone who can help me make money, someone who can ensure I never have to work in this lifetime… someone who can help me dispose of bodies when I kill out of dissatisfaction.
The man: Right, the first parts all sounded like him, he should respond with Am I the one you’re waiting for?… Wait.

Murder and body disposal?!

The man felt a chill run down his spine. He wanted to get confirmation from the beautiful Eastern youth that this was just a joke, but before he could speak, he realized the youth was telling the truth.

Because there really was someone else standing behind him now.

This person was European, unlike the youth, with silver-white hair and a playing card mask covering one eye, yet his handsome features were still apparent.

At that moment, the person was watching him with great interest through the exposed golden eye and said, Little Yunxi, do you want Clown to help you kill him and dispose of the body?
The man fainted with a sudden thud.

Gogol sounded somewhat disappointed, Ah, just an ordinary person.
Such people couldn’t even stir his desire to act—even if he killed them, he wouldn’t feel any closer to freedom.

Yunxi, on the other hand, was blunt: If he weren’t an ordinary person, would I have let him sit next to me for so long?

He definitely couldn’t resist killing that person long ago!

Gogol: Hmm…

Yunxi didn’t know what Gogol was still thinking about. He reached out and actively covered himself with Gogol’s cloak: [Special Combat Bureau] is no problem. They discovered I stole something, but didn’t dare to take action against me.

Seeing Gogol remain motionless, Yunxi tugged at his cloak again: Let’s go Korya, I want to return. That guy’s coffee splashed on me and made me so uncomfortable. Even though you teleported me away Korya, I still feel sticky…

While Yunxi was still talking, Gogol’s thoughts gradually drifted away.

Before leaving, Gogol took one last look at the man collapsed on the roadside bench.

How strange – the moment little Yunxi mentioned having spent a long time with that person, he’d felt an intense urge to kill him… Why was that?

Gogol couldn’t figure it out, but taking action now would be strange too.

Gogol kept thinking about it until evening. He’d considered dropping the matter, or asking his best friend who always understood him better than he understood himself.

But ultimately, Gogol decided to ask Yunxi directly.

By this time, Yunxi had already handed everything over to the new BOSS. With nothing else to do, he could take a proper bath and rest temporarily.

Yunxi had grown accustomed to playing games within the game. He’d even buy himself lots of junk food, taking advantage of his better physical condition and higher metabolism in the game to eat freely.

So when Gogol approached, he was immediately fed a french fry.

Gogol with suddenly clear eyes: ?

He chewed and chewed, finished it, tried to speak, got fed another fry, chewed and chewed, opened his mouth, got another fry…

Eventually, Gogol unknowingly finished all of Yunxi’s remaining fries.

When Gogol tried to speak again, Yunxi stuffed a cherry tomato into his mouth.

Gogol: ?

Yunxi said sincerely: I forgot to give you ketchup earlier, so I’m making up for it with this tomato.

Gogol accepted it again: French fries with cherry tomatoes taste a bit strange, but it’s fine… chew chew chew…

Gogol finished eating again.

This time, before Yunxi could try to feed him chicken nuggets, he stopped Yunxi directly.

He asked proactively: Little Yunxi, whenever I see you with that person, I feel very uncomfortable. Can you tell me why?

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Author’s note: *Spring Evening in Wuling by Li Qingzhao