I Became the Savior on the Fourth Day of Disaster - Chapter 43: The Adorable Slavic Little Boy

Chapter 43: The Adorable Slavic Little Boy

Yunxi quickly became aware of Little Gogol’s spying.

There were three reasons for this.

First, Yunxi himself was extremely powerful. Second, Gogol wasn’t as strong now as he would be in the future. Third, the game system’s alerts never stopped, and Yunxi was running out of ideas.

Yunxi couldn’t bear to lay a hand on the pure, innocent, adorable, and pitiful Little Gogol, nor did he want to be kicked out of the game. So, every time Little Gogol showed up, he had to find indirect ways to deal with the situation.

By the end of the day, it could be summed up as: Little Gogol skillfully employs a series of schemes, while other employees mistakenly end up on the chopping block.

In the morning, Little Gogol stealthily snatched two fried buns from in front of Yunxi.

Yunxi let out a tskand abruptly stood up, slamming the table with a bang.He loudly declared, Since someone dares to touch my food, then no one gets to eat!and stormed off after kicking the wall (literally), leaving the others to sheepishly pick up the fallen food, dust it off, and continue eating. Little Gogol, however, kept his clean buns and ate them.

The circus members, and Little Gogol under their stares: …

At noon, Little Gogol made a surprise return during training and caught Yunxi secretly playing with the Little White Bird he had intentionally left behind.

Before Little Gogol could say anything, Yunxi kicked a slacking acrobat flying and snapped, You can’t even stay on the rope as long as a bird—what use are you?The acrobat trembled in fear and hurriedly left to resume training.

The acrobat, and Little Gogol who retrieved his bird: …

In the afternoon, Little Gogol was harassed by a circus member with pedophilic tendencies.

Attracted by the Little White Bird’s cries, Yunxi arrived without a word, raised his blade, and swiftly chopped off the pedophile’s exposed Jinjiang. Only after finishing did he righteously explain:

You look quite pretty and delicate yourself. Coincidentally, I have a thing for shemales. I chopped it off so after you’re done playing with little boys, you can come to me for some fun. Haha, perfect, just perfect.

The pedophile who felt he had lost all desire, and Little Gogol who watched Yunxi dice the dick and shove it back into the pedophile’s mouth: …

In the evening, during his performance for the audience, Little Gogol was cornered by a giant beast.

Although Little Gogol seemed to have provoked the beast on purpose, Yunxi rushed onto the stage and dismembered the drooling creature. When questioned by the audience, Yunxi’s excuse was: Sorry, couldn’t control myself. I have super-masculinity.

The audience who didn’t believe him but didn’t dare to curse the circus, and Little Gogol protected by super-masculinity: …

Late at night, Little Gogol couldn’t figure out why Yunxi was acting this way. So, he took the Little White Bird and sneaked into Yunxi’s room to observe him.

He had only been watching for a short while when Yunxi suddenly sprang up, charged into the other members’ rooms, dragged everyone out of bed, and slapped each one hard. He demanded to know why no one had come to pay their respects at 3 a.m., warning that he’d let it slide today but would kill them all if they didn’t show up tomorrow.

Little Gogol returned puzzled, while the other circus members were left in despair.

Harassed during the day was bad enough, but now at night too? How are we supposed to live like this?!

Speaking of which, do they really have to pay respects to the troupe leader at 3 a.m.? Wouldn’t he get angry if they went?

They wanted to ask, but they didn’t dare—nor did they dare risk their lives to find out.

The next day, they woke up promptly at 3 a.m. and went to pay their respects to the troupe leader.

At that moment, Yunxi was being stared at by Little Gogol, who was crouching on the roof beam. So he yelled, Are you trying to murder me by not letting me sleep?! and proceeded to beat everyone up again.

The bruised and battered circus members: …

Every day was different… Help, it seemed like they had stumbled into some kind of rules-based horror scenario.

But they were still actively thinking things through. Time flew by, and soon it was the third day. They were sure the rules would revert to how they were before.

So they went to pay their respects at 3 a.m., only to be forcibly grabbed by Yunxi, who complained they reeked, and thrown into a crude semi-automatic washing machine.

The space was so cramped that they couldn’t even bathe properly. It was too crowded—many didn’t realize until halfway through that they were scrubbing someone else’s arms or legs.

Someone couldn’t hold back and complained to Yunxi, who promptly started the washing machine.

They spun, collided, screamed, and wailed inside the machine, begging for someone to save them. Outside, Yunxi explained to Little Gogol, who had been drawn over by the noise, It’s nothing. They’re just practicing the style of ancient scholars.

Listen—what they’re saying now is, ‘Young master, would you care to wander with this humble scholar? The weather is scorching—wouldn’t it be delightful for us to play in the water together?’

After saying this, Yunxi reached out and, using the semi-automatic washing machine, effortlessly slapped each of them hard across the face: Tricking your adult companions is one thing, but on such a chilly day, you even want to lure a minor into the water with you? How vicious can you be?!

The circus members couldn’t be bothered to argue with the troupe leader anymore.

They desperately needed a guide to liberation.

That guide came quickly. The next day, many of them followed a companion’s suggestion to hang themselves, only to be kicked down mid-attempt by a series of flying kicks from Yunxi, who sternly warned, No swinging on indoor swings!

The circus members: …

Is this what it feels like to be unloved?

They felt even more like dying.

In short, during this period, Yunxi made the circus members’ lives utterly miserable. If it weren’t for the daily audiences, they would have thought they hadn’t joined a circus at all, but rather descended into some eighteenth layer of hell where fate violated them every single day.

Fortunately, Yunxi still had a shred of conscience—and he was also afraid of working the circus members to death.

After all, if that happened, he wouldn’t be able to let Little Gogol take advantage of him by default anymore.

So, Yunxi set his sights on the audience.

That day, for the first time, Yunxi creatively introduced a segment pitting humans against animals. He had Little Gogol lead the animals through half the routine before taking them down to rest, leaving only the lucky audience member on stage to perform as the Clown.

Oblivious to what was happening around him, the lucky audience member was swept up in the roaring cheers and encouragement, nearly euphoric enough to revert to an embryonic state. He grew more and more energetic, more and more frenzied… As he exerted himself, he shouted:

Victory! Victory! Humanity has triumphed over the beasts!

The children in the stands were even more excited than he was:

A human is performing! A human is performing! Mom, Dad, look—it’s a human performing!

The adults in the stands: … Shut up, stop laughing! Stop laughing!

The atmosphere grew increasingly heated, and the circus became livelier than ever.

Witnessing this, Yunxi backstage slowly curved his lips: Heh.

The circus ringmaster persona—easy as pie!

Nearby, Little Gogol, who had just returned backstage with the animals: …

Little Gogol poked his head out, glancing at the audience enthusiastically competing in the performance area, then turned to look at the circus ringmaster being attended to by other members in the backstage area as he watched the audience’s performance.

This time, Little Gogol also showed a thoroughly impressed expression.

If he were the adult Gogol from the future who understood Yunxi perfectly, he would definitely say: Holy shit, this is next-level audacity.

But he wasn’t, so when Yunxi looked over, he instantly switched to an exaggerated smile: Ringmaster! I know, it’s almost my turn on stage. I’ll handle this situation properly and won’t let the lucky audience members develop any ill will toward the circus!

Yunxi, who had been grinning smugly: .

Oh right, Little Gogol still had to go on stage.

Yunxi finally realized he had unintentionally screwed over Little Gogol.

Awkwardly, Yunxi watched the snow-white clad Little Gogol leave with the Little White Bird on his shoulder, then sharply turned to face the circus members behind him.

Yunxi began pondering: Hmm… which of you has the easiest job?

If he activated [Jewel King’s Aberration] now to kill one of them and swap their job with Little Gogol’s, it should still be manageable, right?

Yunxi’s gaze was far too transparent, frightening the circus members into trembling. Yet they didn’t dare not report their duties, afraid Yunxi might kill them all in a fit of rage.

But after each of them finished speaking, Yunxi realized that the animal tamer’s job, while somewhat labor-intensive, was indeed the most straightforward.

The requirements for the other jobs grew increasingly absurd, especially the Clown—whoever took that role would truly become a clown.

Yunxi finally understood why everyone here was a criminal. This line of work really required some psychological distortion—those who weren’t twisted would probably count down and jump during their internship.

Hmm…Yunxi stared at them for a moment before regretfully giving up. Forget it, I’ll spare your lives.

Employees: Th-thank you, Ringmaster.

Yunxi closed his eyes. Don’t just thank me. Come here and massage my legs.

Employees: Y-yes, sir!

After seeing off this wave of guests, Yunxi comfortably finished his dinner, contentedly returned to his room, and lay down on the bed.

Yunxi planned to sleep early tonight—to be specific, he intended to sleep right after counting today’s earnings.

But Little Gogol, with his Little White Bird, climbed up to perch on the beam above Yunxi’s room again.

Yunxi: .

Yunxi felt Little Gogol could be truly excessive at times.

So Yunxi stopped counting money and spoke faintly into the air: You know, there’s a saying: ‘When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.’

Yunxi compromised: It’s not that the abyss forbids your gaze. You can look, but not for too long.

Yunxi compromised further: You can look for a little while each day. That’s called moderation, planned observation.

Yunxi refused to compromise a third time.

He’d had enough. Activating his special ability, he blasted toward the beam: I told you to stop staring! What, do you think I’m an invigilator at a standardized test? Are you that desperate to keep watching?!

Yunxi dared to blast directly only because he knew Little Gogol had already awakened his special ability [Overcoat], but for some reason, Little Gogol showed no intention of dodging at all.

By the time Yunxi realized something was wrong and forcibly canceled his special ability, Little Gogol had already fallen from above in a posture reminiscent of a scammer.

The not-so-bright Little White Bird was also startled by this scene. It tried to grab Little Gogol with its claws and fly up, but Little Gogol was too heavy.

Soon, accompanied by a thud!, Little Gogol and Little White Bird solidly landed together on Yunxi’s bed.

Master, I didn’t mean to disturb you on purpose,Little Gogol quickly scrambled up. Ignoring the dazed Little White Bird, he immediately pressed close to Yunxi. It’s just that my room is too small and shabby…

Yunxi’s face was full of unspoken words.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t believe this, but could Little Gogol please stop leaning against him while saying it?

How old is this Gogol anyway? Isn’t it abnormal for someone this age to be in heat???

However, when Yunxi pushed Little Gogol away, Little Gogol just came closer again. When Yunxi tried to gently persuade Little Gogol, Little Gogol completely refused to listen.

Finally, Yunxi realized something.

Little Gogol, who grew more enthusiastic the gentler the player was, and the game panel that didn’t issue any warnings even when the player was being this gentle—both seemed to indicate one thing.

He was being perceived as liking cute Slavic little boys like Gogol!!!

Yunxi was truly defeated this time.

Fine, do whatever you want.Yunxi gave up resisting. He moved aside a little, allowing Little Gogol to share his pillow and sleep. I’m going to sleep. You can stay here if you want.

Oh, and the simple-minded bird isn’t allowed on the bed,Yunxi added. It can sleep on the table.

Little Gogol wanted to ask if these were the only requirements, but he saw the adult before him close his eyes and instantly fall asleep.

Little Gogol: ?

Little Gogol tentatively asked: Master?Master?

He could only hear the other’s light, shallow breathing—it seemed he had really fallen asleep.

Little Gogol wasn’t ready to give up. He closed his mouth and continued observing the other with his eyes.

The other’s facial features were exceptionally soft, and his jet-black long hair was smoother than anyone else’s, casually spread out behind him. From it, only a faint glimpse of the turquoise glow of earrings and fair, soft skin could be seen.

Ah, the other moved slightly, exposing his most vulnerable throat toward him—it seemed he was truly asleep.

Once confirmed, Little Gogol’s attention was again captured by those never-before-seen turquoise earrings.

Little Gogol reached out, intending to use [Overcoat] to steal one, but Little White Bird suddenly flapped its wings and flew straight toward the Master, seemingly wanting to snuggle up and sleep next to him too.

Little Gogol mercilessly teleported the bird back and raised a finger to his lips: Shh.

Don’t get in the way.

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Author’s note: Tomorrow’s chapter is a hefty 7k words! [dog head holding rose]