I Became the Savior on the Fourth Day of Disaster - Chapter 38: Chapter 38 (Including 7.7k Nutrient Solution Bonus) ^^...

Chapter 38: Chapter 38 (Including 7.7k Nutrient Solution Bonus) ^^…

Before Sigma’s words had fully faded, he and Yunxi were both transported to another location.

Here stood a white-haired man who hadn’t appeared earlier—Sigma had almost thought he’d already left.

Under Sigma’s wary gaze, the white-haired man casually glanced at him before looking away.

Just as Sigma breathed a sigh of relief, he heard Yunxi proactively introduce: Sigma, this is Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol Yanovsky—a free clown, and your brother’s Little White Bird!

Sigma: So that’s how it is… cough!

What?

So when Yunxi previously asked if he liked white hair, this was what he meant?!

Sigma still wanted to ask, but the Clown had already changed the subject: Question! Little Yunxi, what shall we do next?

Yunxi tilted his head: Of course we continue the revenge… Do I look like someone with such a good temper?

Gogol gradually grew excited.

Sigma was originally confused, but after witnessing the bloody scenes along their path and arriving at the next organization, he finally understood what they intended to do.

Human traffickers, huh? Finding people to sell back and forth, huh? Yunxi smashed the traffickers’ heads while mercilessly burning all who came to rescue them, Did you ever imagine you’d have a day like this? Huh? Speak!

The bloodied trafficker: I…

Yunxi smashed down even harder: Did I permit you to speak?!

Trafficker: .

The trafficker was beaten to death from the pain.

Yunxi found the next group of traffickers.

This time, he kept seven traffickers and made them take turns accusing each other, saying he’d shoot according to their level of guilt.

Watching the six-bullet revolver in Yunxi’s hand, the traffickers began eagerly reporting on each other.

Yunxi shot six people with six bullets, leaving one survivor. Before that person could feel relieved, a small knife pierced straight through their neck.

Gogol cheerfully pulled out his weapon, swiftly retracting his hand under his cloak to avoid staining his pure white sleeve: Haha, Little Yunxi only said he wouldn’t shoot—he never said the clown couldn’t act!

Sigma, holding a dagger, trembled even more violently.

He originally thought that with a dagger in hand and being taken away by these two, he could accept whatever happened next…

But this level was still too extreme, right? He truly despised these people, but he didn’t particularly want to watch how Yunxi and the Clown would slaughter them!!!

But what Sigma didn’t expect was that this wasn’t the end.

When the remaining human trafficking groups in the desert united, attempting to gather all their firearms to capture Yunxi, Yunxi directly performed an on-the-spot table flip.

Yunxi unleashed his full power as a Transcendent, surrounded by towering flames and heatwaves intense enough to distort the air. He effortlessly erased nearly all his opponents, breached the enemy’s territory with ease, and retreated unscathed, casually dragging the gang’s boss like a piece of trash over to Clown and Sigma.

Yunxi tossed the sniveling, tear-streaked boss before Sigma and said, Alright, Sigma, he’s all yours.

He added, Hurry up, Sigma. I’ve been in the desert too long—it’s way too sunny here.

Sigma: [.]

His trembling intensified.

But despite his fear, Sigma still approached the boss, whose entire being was steeped in sin.

Sigma’s gaze gradually hardened as he raised the dagger in his hand.

Yunxi, who was brushing sand off his clothes, looked up puzzled: Korya?

Gogol glanced at Sigma outside the cloak, then at the bloodstained cloak, and finally at Yunxi inside it. He chuckled softly and asked somewhat incoherently, Little Yunxi, do you know what kind of bean ‘beans burned to cook beans’ refers to in that poem?

Yunxi: ?

Yunxi ventured: My foolish little brother?

Sigma’s previously steady hand trembled again.

Gogol, who’d rare attempted a Chinese cultural joke with Yunxi: […]

Yunxi and Sigma: It could be interpreted that way?

Sigma secretly breathed a sigh of relief, while Yunxi started wrestling with Gogol again.

Yunxi: Audacious Korya! How dare you mock the great Master Yunxi with puns! Punishment: 100 cane strikes! Revocation of titles! Banishment from the harem!

Yunxi, who’d been wrapped in Gogol’s cloak during their scuffle and instinctively clung to him: Hmm, the punishment stands, but execution can be delayed.

Sigma: [.]

He was still right there.

These two being so cheerful made him, the one about to commit murder, seem utterly miserable!

Fortunately, Yunxi soon remembered Sigma again.

Yunxi: Oh right, Sigma, you probably have nowhere to go either, right? Want to come back with me?

Having witnessed Yunxi’s full-powered capabilities, Sigma found it difficult to refuse.

Sigma nodded in agreement, mentally preparing himself for Yunxi forcing him to use his Information Exchange Special Ability to assist in future crimes—though at least he wouldn’t be killed.

Instead, Yunxi bought him electronic devices, registered social media accounts for him, added several unknown contacts, and started taking him out alone while Clown was off seeking freedom, wandering around aimlessly.

At a hotpot restaurant, while Sigma was still eating, Yunxi took his phone to snap a photo and posted using Sigma’s account:

Sigma retrieved his phone and saw: [First time going out. Yunxi said he’d take me to Haidilao. I said I can’t swim. He said it’s a hotpot place. At this moment I’ve never felt more inferior. (image.jpg)]

Sigma: [.]

The second time, Yunxi took Sigma to McDonald’s and posted: [Second time going out. Yunxi said he’d take me to McDonald’s. I said I won’t go to jail. He said it’s a hamburger place. At this moment I’ve never felt more inferior. (image.jpg)]

The third time, [The third time we went out, Yunxi said he’d take me to Mixue Ice City. I said I don’t know how to ski, and he told me it’s a bubble tea place. At that moment, I felt utterly inferior again. (image.jpg)]

The fourth time, the fifth time…

Finally, after who knows how many times, an account named [Nakahara Chuuya] that Sigma didn’t recognize at all – which Yunxi had forcibly added to Sigma’s account earlier – left a comment for Sigma.

He said: [Going to the pole every day? Are you a penguin?!]

Sigma, who had done nothing wrong but suddenly got insulted: ???

Sigma didn’t understand what was happening, so he went to ask Yunxi.

Yunxi calmly replied: It’s nothing, Chuya’s just jealous of you.

Sigma: Jealous…?

If this had happened before, Yunxi would have pretended otherwise, but when he last met Chuya, Chuya had already realized that the player wasn’t a good person. Now the player could say whatever he wanted!

Sigma still didn’t know what was coming next, but he obediently handed over his phone.

Yunxi opened the moments that Nakahara Chuuya had blocked him from seeing and scrolled down. He discovered that Chuya rarely posted about his daily life, only occasionally sharing some original poetry. The writing was quite good, but hardly anyone liked or commented on them.

Yunxi randomly selected one and commented: [Actually, the only one willing to carefully ponder these obscure posts of yours is Verlaine, but you’ve blocked him.]

Nakahara Chuuya quickly replied to this comment: [.]

The next second, Sigma’s account was also blocked.

It’s perfectly normal for teenagers to block their elders during puberty. Why can’t Chuya just admit it? Yunxi didn’t understand, muttering to himself as he returned the phone to Sigma. It’s fine, Sigma, let’s just ignore him.

Sigma: Okay…

He really did want to ignore everyone he had added, but could Yunxi please stop using his account to post such weird things?

Under these circumstances, Sigma even started looking forward to Gogol’s return.

Sigma counted the days in anticipation, until finally one morning, while Yunxi was still brushing his hair, Gogol returned.

Gogol, who immediately saw Yunxi and Sigma being all close upon his return: ???

Yunxi continued brushing while saying seriously: Sigma, you need to take good care of your hair part from now on.

Other people can change their hair part if it gets too wide, but Sigma can’t! With Sigma’s white and purple two-tone hair color, changing the part just wouldn’t look good!

Sigma still hadn’t noticed Gogol’s presence and sighed helplessly: I probably won’t go bald anytime soon.

Little Yunxi! That’s enough now! Gogol waved his cloak, and Yunxi immediately fell out of it, only to be caught by the scruff of his neck.

Surprise! Did little Yunxi miss the clown while he was away…?

Gogol, who was then grabbed by Yunxi and hugged in an even more exaggerated manner: …

Well, it seemed no verbal answer from Yunxi was needed.

The other party had clearly missed him very much.

Sigma, who had finally regained his freedom, practically fled as if granted amnesty.

Yunxi continued hugging and nuzzling Gogol while asking: What have you been doing all this time?

The clown didn’t want Yunxi to keep hanging out with Sigma! The clown was just curious about the relationship between Yunxi and Sigma, so this much was enough – any more would be too restrictive!

Yunxi had no idea what Gogol was thinking, but the words piqued his interest: So where is the Sky Casino? Is it really in another world?

It is indeed in another world, but it doesn’t have to stay there forever, Gogol replied. Yunxi, have you heard about a special ability artifact buried in Yokohama?

Yunxi: ?

The Clown didn’t keep him in suspense, and so Yunxi soon heard a fairy tale about a universal wish-granting device called the Book buried in Yokohama, with the Beast Beneath the Moonlight serving as its bookmark. Whenever Yokohama faces danger, the Book appears near the Beast Beneath the Moonlight, and any story written in it will come true—a reward for the brave.

Yunxi expressed skepticism: A universal wish-granting device? Is there really something that good? Could it be that those targeting Yokohama are trying to use others to do their dirty work?

Gogol wanted to say it was real—he had known long before meeting Yunxi that the Supernatural Affairs Division possessed a page torn from the Book.

But Yunxi didn’t give him a chance to speak.

Gogol pondered hard and finally offered an answer: Perhaps it’s because the Book’s bookmark is that boy with the White Tiger special ability? And since the boy is in Yokohama, the Book won’t stray too far from him?

I see, Yunxi nodded, then abruptly changed the subject. So if the Book’s location is so clear, why hasn’t the Japanese government taken Nakajima Atsushi away over all these years? They could have moved him to some unclaimed island in the Pacific, launched a missile strike, and directly obtained the Book?

Don’t tell me it’s about ‘guilty of possessing a treasure’—with such a useful tool, the Japanese government could even wish to become the world’s leading superpower. After that, who would dare try to snatch the Book from them?!

Gogol’s brain struggled to keep up: Well, actually…

Gogol, who had been scammed: …

Gogol was mostly convinced by Yunxi’s words. He still believed the page was real, but he began to suspect that it might have been artificially created by the Supernatural Affairs Division, just like the Clock Tower Attendant’s Great Order.

But Gogol still hesitated: But my dear friend Clown’s Rats in the House of the Dead, North America’s strongest Esper organization the Guild, and Britain’s Clock Tower Attendants are all involved in this plan. If the rumors about the Book are false, what are they really plotting?

What they’re plotting doesn’t matter—it’s all aimed at Yokohama anyway, and has nothing to do with us, Yunxi waved his hand, cutting off Gogol.

He then gestured for Gogol to come closer: Korya, since they’re all so invested in this plan, now is our chance to buy at the bottom!

Gogol: Little Yunxi, you mean…?

Yunxi confirmed: When they leave their bases, we’ll raid their homes! That way, Sigma can have the Sky Casino without needing the Book!

And if we’re lucky, we might even get three! Yunxi added.

Gogol: ?

Sometimes, Gogol couldn’t help but utter a single word:

Huh?

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Author’s Note: Anti-theft lowered to 80%!