I Became the Savior on the Fourth Day of Disaster - Chapter 44: (Including 11.5k Nutrient Solution Bonus Update) ^...

Chapter 44: (Including 11.5k Nutrient Solution Bonus Update) ^…

Yunxi had lost one of his earrings.

He looked at Little Gogol nestled obediently in his arms—the white hair just past the shoulders was tousled, making the child look like a little dandelion—then touched his own left ear.

The suspect is quite obvious, Yunxi concluded expressionlessly. It must have been stolen by those thieving little brats!!!

Little Gogol obediently nuzzled Yunxi’s palm with his fluffy head: Mm! Can the ringmaster take Gogol along?

Yunxi felt his heart melt at the sight of the bowl-cut Little Gogol and agreed without hesitation: Yes! Of course!

Why wouldn’t he?

And so, Yunxi helped Little Gogol comb his hair and spent the entire day roaming the circus with him, acting like tyrants.

Throughout the day, Yunxi falsely accused various others while shamelessly shielding Little Gogol, yet the game never prompted any notifications.

Perhaps it was because Yunxi kept his hand on Little Gogol’s shoulder every time he retorted to the circus members with, Putting aside the facts, even though Gogol was the only one with me last night, aren’t you all at least somewhat to blame?

Or perhaps it was because when the circus members accused Yunxi of favoritism, he would pat Little Gogol’s cheek openly and say, This little one is uniquely charming, while you lot are just… peculiar. Isn’t it natural for me to prefer him?

The circus members: …

Damn it. With a ringmaster like this, their lives were truly miserable.

Since the circus members hadn’t taken Yunxi’s earring at all, it was naturally impossible for him to find it.

At the end of the day, Yunxi gave each of them a perfunctory kick and returned with feigned anger.

Lying in bed with only one earring, Yunxi theatrically took a fierce bite of the beef jerky he hadn’t finished earlier: How annoying, I couldn’t find it. But it’s so late now—I’ll deal with it tomorrow!

Little Gogol stared at Yunxi.

Afraid of being seen through and triggering a game system warning, Yunxi covered Little Gogol’s eyes and patted his back with his other hand: Alright, you should sleep now.

The kid was still so small—if he didn’t sleep properly, how would he ever grow to his future 180+ cm stature?

Little Gogol did close his eyes, but he whispered, Ringmaster, what’s your name? Which country are you from?

Yunxi froze.

Then, the corner of his mouth uncontrollably twitched upward.

Hah! Korya, you’ve finally met your match!

Yunxi couldn’t answer, of course—he disliked lying to Korya—but telling the truth would definitely conflict with his [Circus Ringmaster] Identity Card.

After a moment’s thought, Yunxi knew what to do.

Special ability, [Scales of Fate].

He’d make Little Korya forget his question, then carry this memory to the older Korya using his player inventory and mock him mercilessly!

The DLC hadn’t been updated with a time-pause function yet, but Yunxi didn’t care. He just wanted to return to the main game for fun. As long as he didn’t exit the Holographic Pod, the time flow wouldn’t suddenly jump to the exaggerated 10:1 ratio.

Yunxi left just like that, while Little Gogol’s gaze suddenly grew dazed.

He was clever, so he immediately realized he had forgotten something, and through careful analysis of his own thought process, deduced what the forgotten content was.

Was it the troupe leader’s doing? Did the other party not want to tell him their name?

Little Gogol didn’t understand, but he didn’t dwell on the matter.

Forgetting could only mean he hadn’t been cautious enough. Next time, he would first link the words he wanted to say to the troupe leader with other memories, so the troupe leader wouldn’t be able to erase his thoughts so easily.

Having devised a solution and confirming the troupe leader was sound asleep, Little Gogol secretly took the gun the troupe leader habitually kept by the pillow, along with a small box of ammunition from the bedside table, and left the circus again.

Did the troupe leader intentionally leave the weapon for me? Did he want to see this?

The young Gogol gradually revealed a deranged smile similar to his adult version, slowly raising the gun and gesturing with it in the air: Haha! This time, I’m sure I can also perform the most perfect play!

That night, in a certain village.

Little Gogol used a small knife to maim all those who had once kidnapped him after his family’s accidental death, abused him for a period, and then sold him to the circus, before moving them to an open area outside.

So boring. It was truly dull without the troupe leader around.

Thinking this, Little Gogol idly twirled the gun in his hand, paused at one moment, and fired five shots in succession, directly blowing the head of the ringleader who had trafficked him to pieces.

The gunshots were muffled by the silencer, only faintly audible like pinecones falling, accompanied by the sudden intensification of the scent of blood in the air. Yet this quiet intimidation proved more effective than more violent methods.

The villagers were instantly frightened into silence.

One bullet left. Little Gogol murmured, spinning the pistol once before aiming at the ground under everyone’s tense gaze.

Just as the villagers began to show relief, they suddenly felt an unsettling stickiness beneath them.

Was this gasoline?

Boom! The bullet fired, flames surged, and the once peaceful-looking village instantly became a hellscape of screams.

Little Gogol, however, calmly relocated himself to a farther spot, then unhurriedly imitated the troupe leader by blowing on the gun barrel.

Hmm, good. Brains and blood were spilled everywhere, with the high heat of the flames roasting them—sufficiently bloody and free. The troupe leader would surely like it.

Who else could tolerate the troupe leader’s little quirks if he were gone?

Little Gogol took out the earring from his Overcoat, shaking it toward the distant sea of flames, simulating the troupe leader’s delight upon seeing this scene.

After a while, Little Gogol put away the earring, hummed a tune, and left with light, cheerful steps.

Another game.

Yunxi had been smugly humming at Gogol for a long time. Gogol had even taken Yunxi out for a short stroll and, with Sigma’s permission, returned to the Sky Casino.

Under these circumstances, even Sigma, who initially didn’t want to deal with Yunxi, found it somewhat unbearable.

Sigma wanted to ask what had happened, but when he turned and saw Gogol’s puzzled expression, following his gaze, he immediately noticed something amiss.

Where was the earring on Yunxi’s left ear?

Wondering this, Sigma directly asked aloud.

Yunxi hadn’t expected the NPC to be this intelligent, but cross-instance matters were hard to explain, so he said: Nothing, it was stolen.

Gogol’s tone was strange: Stolen…?

With a wave of his hand, Yunxi feinted as if to pat Gogol’s shoulder, but in the next second, he instead slapped his other palm against Gogol’s forehead.

[Little Gogol’s Memory] ×1, get in there!

Suddenly struck, Gogol: ?

Gogol looked at Yunxi in confusion: Little Yunxi, did Clown do anything bad today?

Yunxi just held his breath and waited.

Gogol: Little Yunxi?

Yunxi stared at Gogol.

After a long moment, Yunxi slowly formed a question mark in his mind, just like Gogol.

Yunxi: Seriously, dude.

Memories could be carried back and forth between two games and even used on NPCs, but the NPCs didn’t have reaction programming?

Were the bugs in this beta version of the holographic game just too many???

Thinking that he’d definitely report this issue to the game company after getting out of the holographic pod next time, Yunxi withdrew his hand and said with the heartache of having wasted [Little Gogol’s Memory]: No, I made a mistake, it’s nothing.

Gogol, Sigma: ???

Ignoring Gogol and Sigma, since transferring intangible things like memories didn’t work, Yunxi began considering how to leverage the shared resources between the two worlds to do something else.

Right in front of the two, Yunxi started searching on his own for nearby farms where he could purchase livestock in small batches and multiple varieties.

While Gogol was still curious about what Yunxi intended to do, he saw Yunxi take a leap of faith, jumping off the White Whale alone.

That’s right, Yunxi didn’t even bring Gogol along.

Sigma sneakily glanced at the clown beside him and said dryly: Maybe Yunxi has something very important to do.

Yes! That must be it!

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At first, Sigma could indeed use this reasoning to placate Gogol, but once Yunxi started running off to the farms, he kept at it for nearly a month.

Of course, the two weren’t comfortable just letting Yunxi go out alone, so they carefully investigated what Yunxi had been doing during this time.

And they found out, hey! Yunxi really wasn’t doing anything else—he just spent his days at the farms, chasing livestock around with a gun.

The unlucky or not-fast-enough livestock would be shot dead by Yunxi, then stored in his special ability space, after which the animal would never appear again.

If it were just that, Sigma and Gogol could still explain it as possibly being necessary for Yunxi’s special ability. But the strange thing was, Yunxi also asked the farm owners to teach him various cooking methods for different types of livestock, each time requesting instruction starting from skinning the animal. For this, even the usually stingy Yunxi was willing to pay extra!

After uncovering this part, Sigma cautiously looked at the smiling Gogol, then at the information in his hand.

Sigma couldn’t help feeling that, although Gogol hadn’t said anything, his expression clearly conveyed: So concerned about those livestock, it seems Yunxi is raising some little beast outside.

Sigma wanted to say something to dissuade him, but…

Forget it, even if he tried, Gogol wouldn’t listen.

Besides, Sigma also felt that Gogol’s guess was probably right. Anyway, good luck to that guy.

On the other side, Little Gogol in the 《Circus》 DLC didn’t share this line of thinking.

Little Gogol was finally enjoying a life where he could freely eat lavish feasts, though he had asked the troupe leader several times where all this food came from. Each time, the leader claimed it was hunted from the forest.

Little Gogol: …

Really? Was the leader implying that in that forest, a cow appears every three days, a sheep every two days, chickens daily, and eggs are scattered everywhere?

Should such a forest even exist in Russia???

When Little Gogol asked, Yunxi replied, Silly child, I went to the Star Dou Great Forest. The prey there automatically respawns.

Little Gogol refused to believe it and pressed further, So when you catch those animals, how do they react?

Even if there were that many animals, being hunted daily by Yunxi, shouldn’t they have migrated to another habitat?

Yunxi pushed more meat toward Little Gogol and said, Oh, those animals scream desperately for the young and mothers to flee first.

Little Gogol: .

Little Gogol still couldn’t bring himself to believe it. He turned to look at the other circus members.

The rest of the circus hadn’t started eating yet. They were staring eagerly, waiting for Little Gogol and the leader to finish so they could have the leftovers. Their eyes were so clear from hunger, it seemed they had long run out of ideas.

Little Gogol strongly suspected that if the leader claimed the food fell from the sky at this point, these people would believe it.

Little Gogol: .

Fine then.

He devoured all the meat the leader had given him in big bites and asked, Leader, are we training today?

Yunxi handed Little Gogol a cup of milk. No training. The circus needs to move to the next city.

Little Gogol’s eyes lit up. He wanted to suggest traveling with the leader so Yunxi could see his masterpiece, but Yunxi added:

You all set off first. I have some minor matters to attend to and will catch up once you arrive.

Don’t miss me too much, but if someone really can’t bear to be apart, I might make a couple of extra trips back…

The circus members: !!!

They instantly perked up, chattering that they didn’t mind and the leader didn’t need to inform them of his plans.

Slap slap slap slap!!! Yunxi swung his hand, smacking everyone’s faces in one go.

Under the stunned gazes of the circus members, Yunxi sneered, Who asked you? I was talking to someone else—Gogol.

After saying this, Yunxi switched to a gentle tone and asked, Gogol, would you like me to come back a couple of times along the way?

Little Gogol blinked. Yes. But if it delays your tasks, then never mind.

Gogol would rather the leader rest more and come back a bit earlier, Little Gogol added.

Yunxi: !

Yunxi ruffled Little Gogol’s head vigorously to express his affection, then turned to the others with a clearly threatening expression. By the way, if any of you dare bully him while I’m away…

Even if the circus members had previously considered such ideas, Yunxi’s earlier slaps had jolted them back to their senses.

Hearing this, they hurriedly explained, We wouldn’t dare! We definitely wouldn’t dare!

Yunxi slapped them again. Answering so quickly? Challenging me?!

The circus members: We…wouldn’t…dare…

Yunxi delivered another slap. Speak properly!!!

The circus members’ faces were swollen, but they only dared to hang their heads meekly: We wouldn’t dare.

Seeing the circus members he had disciplined so well, Yunxi was satisfied: Good. Serve Gogol exactly like this. If your speech speeds up or slows down, I’ll deal with you when I return.

Circus members: .

Scolding the circus members wasn’t enough. To solidify his bully image, before formally departing, Yunxi casually slaughtered one of the live chickens he’d left behind.

The chicken’s head fell, blood splattering everywhere. Yunxi grabbed the messy-feathered chicken wings and waved them forcefully twice, speaking directly to Gogol:

Gogol, remember this! In this lifetime, only I am allowed to bully you! If you dare let anyone else bully you, I’ll slaughter you just like this chicken!

The circus members sprayed with chicken blood: …

Would he really slaughter him? They didn’t quite believe it.

Little Gogol’s face remained perfectly clean. He still wore a smile: Understood, Master.

He wouldn’t let such a thing happen.

As it turned out, Yunxi’s worries about Little Gogol were completely unnecessary.

Once Yunxi left, Little Gogol became the local tyrant.

The circus members initially looked down on Little Gogol, but after the first person who dared lay hands on him was brutally slaughtered by Little Gogol in a frenzied state, no one dared underestimate this child anymore.

Bang! His partner dodged another slash from Little Gogol’s cleaver.

Was this really just training? He couldn’t believe it at all!

Master! Master! Please come back!

Meanwhile, the Yunxi being desperately missed by the circus members was currently disguised and peering around at the entrance of the British Museum.

Perhaps because Yunxi had been standing there too long, the 9 charm points he retained even after losing his Savior status unconsciously attracted a British male NPC.

The man seemed to mistake Yunxi for a woman due to his slightly long, straight black hair and single earring.

He approached enthusiastically and started flirting: Miss, are you lost? If you’d like, I can show you the way…

Yunxi had already roughly determined his course of action. He stepped forward, leaving without even glancing at the man.

Leaving behind only: Sorry, I’m a lesbian.

The man: ?

Wait… The other person could be a lesbian, but why did they have a male voice???

With thoughts about how this world was becoming too free, the man sighed and left.

Yunxi didn’t know and didn’t care about the man’s thoughts.

One hour later, Yunxi escaped through a tunnel with a backpack full of artifacts amid the British Museum’s alarm sirens.

After finding a safe place, Yunxi switched games, disposed of the stolen goods, and returned the next day.

Thus, Yunxi fully utilized the time in both games.

Each time he went to the British Museum, he stole 70-80 artifacts, transported them all to the other game, and secretly exchanged them with Chinese people for some pocket money. He went every day, stole every day, until he’d emptied half the British Museum.

DLC world British people: We have Transcendents who can locate things, mere thieves… Wait, why can’t we find anything no matter how hard we search?

Players from the main game world: Great, Yunxi got our stuff back… Wait, why are there extra copies of some items?

People from both worlds were racking their brains, pondering until they nearly went mad, yet Yunxi, who had caused all this, remained completely unaware.

Yunxi was still contentedly counting his money while planning his next theft.

In the end, it was Gogol from the main game world who temporarily put a stop to Yunxi’s crazy stealing spree.

Using his charm as bait, Gogol successfully made Yunxi forget about his daily tasks.

Now, with his long white hair cascading loosely, Gogol gazed at the boy lazily curled in his arms, whose body still bore fresh kiss marks.

Aside from missing one earring, Yunxi appeared no different from before. Gogol couldn’t fathom how Yunxi had found time to accomplish so much.

Even if Yunxi hadn’t visited the breeding farm recently, he couldn’t possibly have been that idle, could he?

For a moment, Gogol even considered confessing his past memory loss to Yunxi in exchange for learning what Yunxi had been up to.

But he quickly dismissed the idea, worried Yunxi might grow arrogant and refuse to play guessing games with him in the future.

Gogol stayed quiet for a while longer, waiting until Yunxi was nearly asleep before speaking again: Little Yunxi, would you like to go see the excitement in Yokohama with this clown?

Yunxi reopened his eyes: By deploying Shibusawa as a mediator? Isn’t the Supernatural Affairs Division worried he might launch indiscriminate attacks?

Gogol: …

Was Shibusawa really the point here?

Without hesitation, Gogol bit down on Yunxi’s collarbone, only releasing him when Yunxi started kicking again.

Fine! Yunxi held nothing but disdain or indifference toward Yokohama’s three major organizations, so he readily agreed, adding carelessly: Might as well help Shibusawa with desensitization therapy!

I heard last time he refused to see White Tiger, choosing to fight the [Guild] alone and return alone… That won’t do! I still need to get White Tiger Fur from him later!

Gogol’s smile stiffened slightly.

He felt certain that Yunxi mentioning both Shibusawa Tatsuhiko and White Tiger in one breath was deliberate provocation.

Thinking this, Gogol bit down again, though this time his target shifted to Yunxi’s lips.

While Yunxi truly felt no pain, his tactile senses remained intact. He could clearly feel something increasingly inappropriate pressing against his thigh.

Yunxi’s expression turned serious.

Before Gogol could attempt anything further, Yunxi promptly raised a hand, physically blocking him.

With righteous dignity, Yunxi declared: That’s enough. Any more would be excessive. You’ll have to endure it yourself.

Gogol responded with sincere candor: I could have endured it before, but after little Yunxi raised his hand, it seems I can’t anymore.

Yunxi: .

Making one final struggle before being flipped over, Yunxi suggested: Then how about… you put your gloves back on first?

Korya’s hands were more grating than sandpaper to players. While players felt no pain, this particular sensation remained unbearable – Yunxi truly didn’t want to combine such activities with torture!

This time Gogol became surprisingly accommodating: Of course! If that’s what little Yunxi wants!

Although wearing gloves was another form of torment for Yunxi, the tears Yunxi shed due to certain physiological reactions only served as Gogol’s stimulant, directly causing Gogol to release more and more. Eventually, even a slight press on Yunxi’s lower abdomen would yield a considerable amount of Gogol’s essence…

Nevertheless, the day passed quickly in the end.

It was just that Yunxi no longer wished to stay with the adult version of Gogol.

After confirming the time needed to reach Yokohama, Yunxi selected [Do Not Pause Game Time for the First 12 Hours After Logging Out] and directly switched games.

Leaving only Gogol behind to watch over Yunxi—who remained inexplicably in an impervious sleep state—once again lost in thought.

Gogol: Hmm… So Little Yunxi’s condition is meant to guard against the Clown?

Haha, was that really necessary?

Meanwhile, Yunxi returned to Russia and followed the clues left by the circus’s departure, rushing forward along the way.

The journey went smoothly, except that Yunxi picked up a black-haired little boy with a special ability in the forest.

After checking him over, Yunxi found the boy’s special ability weak and he didn’t have any items on him that could be sacrificed, so he likely wasn’t an important NPC. Thus, upon arriving in the city where the circus was located, Yunxi casually abandoned him.

Everyone bullied this child, and unfortunately, the child didn’t fight back either. After being kicked down onto the grass by Yunxi, the boy simply stared blankly for a moment before bursting into frantic tears.

He didn’t even dare to tug at Yunxi’s sleeve: Master, Master…

The scene was quite moving, but as a player, Yunxi didn’t have much of a conscience. He only felt that the child’s weeping made the perfect BGM to match the circus ringmaster.

His game interface finally quieted down.

Seeing this, many kind-hearted Russians stepped forward to stop Yunxi.

Wait, are you this child’s relative?

Yunxi, without any morals, leaped over the short old man like a hurdle.

Regardless of your relationship with that child, abandoning someone here like this is illegal!

Yunxi slipped right under the tall man’s armpit.

Enough! Explain what’s going on! And apologize to this child!Yunxi casually stole the wallet of the woman in front of her.

The Russians: …

They’d had enough and began frantically calling their companions. Soon, more and more people gathered, forming layers upon layers as they tried to corner Yunxi like a turtle in a jar.

Tch. Yunxi ran back in annoyance, looked at the little boy who had already cried a sleeve’s worth of tears in such a short time, and casually tossed all the money and food he’d just stolen onto the grass in front of him.

Before the boy could show any sign of delight, Yunxi vanished into the earth the next second.

The little boy fell silent for a while, then started crying again as the surrounding kind Russians comforted him with, We’ll take you to the police station, and you can keep this money and food. Don’t mind that heartless abandoner.

The Russians present: ???

Yunxi didn’t know that his rare act of kindness had led ordinary NPCs to condemn him for corrupting the next generation, convinced he was no good.

Yunxi was still digging through the earth.

The soil in Russia was very firm, so there was no risk of collapse, and the amount of earth Yunxi could dig at once had increased. In less than half an hour, Yunxi returned to the circus, and Little Gogol finally welcomed the belated ringmaster.

The commotion Yunxi caused in the city today was too big, so Little Gogol naturally learned about the unfamiliar child who had appeared by the ringmaster’s side.

Little Gogol had been thinking about how to discreetly eliminate that child, but before he could act,

Sure enough, the ringmaster only liked him.

Little Gogol waited eagerly in the circus, hopping with excitement until the ringmaster appeared. With the little white bird perched on his head, he rushed over: Ringmaster! You’re back!

Yunxi looked at Little Gogol—covered in blood, splatters staining his face, with the [Appraisal] result of the blood showing [Numerous Unknown Human Blood]—and cautiously replied, Mm.

Had he really been away for that long? How had Little Gogol transformed from an innocent, adorable boy into a terrorist?

Seemingly sensing Yunxi’s confusion, Little Gogol volunteered an explanation:

Ringmaster, I didn’t kill them. I know you want to keep them around for more fun, so I just taught them a little lesson…

Little Gogol’s voice gradually slowed before trailing off completely.

He stared at the small broken patch on Yunxi’s lip and abruptly asked, Ringmaster, did someone else bite your lip?

Yunxi: ?

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Author’s Note: Tomorrow will again be a double update [throws confetti]the ringmaster had already discarded him.