I Became the Savior on the Fourth Day of Disaster - Chapter 45: (Including 12.6k Nutrient Solution Bonus) ^...

Chapter 45: (Including 12.6k Nutrient Solution Bonus) ^…

Yunxi: O_o?

Yunxi simply thought Little Gogol was being too humorous. Who else could have bitten him if not the other party?

But considering the other’s young age, Yunxi casually replied: None of your business. Don’t poke your nose into things that don’t concern you.

Little Gogol reluctantly closed his mouth.

However, when Yunxi finished inspecting his new circus and night fell, as Yunxi returned to his room to wash up and sleep, Little Gogol appeared again.

Staring at the glaring dark red marks on Yunxi’s fair skin, Little Gogol said gloomily: Ringmaster, your lover is so cruel.

Turning his head to see Little Gogol’s snow-white head stuffed through the small window, Yunxi: ???

Wait, wasn’t he taking a bath right now?

Wasn’t the other worried about getting styes from peeping???

Yunxi was both angry and amused by Little Gogol. Before the other could say Unlike me, I’d only feel heartache for the ringmaster, Yunxi pulled out a gun from his player backpack and fired two shots that barely grazed Little Gogol’s hair.

Just as Yunxi aimed the gun barrel at Little Gogol’s head, Little Gogol finally retreated.

But when Yunxi changed into pajamas and returned to his room, Little Gogol automatically respawned.

Little Gogol had cleaned himself up. He leaned against the windowsill, putting on a slightly more clumsy performance compared to his future self as he acted sad.

Yunxi thought well now to himself and moved closer to observe the details of Little Gogol’s performance.

Little Gogol somewhat uncomfortably tilted his head away, then worried about being discovered, let out a small hmph.

Yunxi’s mouth instantly split into a grin. He leaned closer to Little Gogol: Can you do the angry sound again?

Little Gogol: ?

He cautiously let out another hmph.

Yunxi could no longer suppress the corners of his mouth: Pfft… Can you do it one more time?

What followed was Little Gogol’s hmph, Yunxi’s laughter, Yunxi requesting an encore, Little Gogol’s repeated hmph, Yunxi’s continued laughter… until Little Gogol couldn’t even hmph anymore.

Looking at the ringmaster who was laughing uncontrollably beside him, Little Gogol wanted to respond with a slap similar to what the ringmaster would do, but he didn’t dare – he was afraid the ringmaster would actually lick his hand.

Unable to win in either fighting or arguments, Little Gogol simply ran to a corner to sulk alone.

Forget it, he’d go back and bother big Gogol instead.

Oh right, he almost forgot – he’d been too nice to Little Gogol earlier and needed to do something bad to balance things out.

But Yunxi had already finished bathing and didn’t want to go out to hit anyone, so he took out his phone, searched for the keyword [selling items] across various platforms in different countries, and indiscriminately commented [sold] in the comment sections.

Amidst bystanders’ [thank you]s and sellers’ curses, Yunxi’s character portrayal was no longer OOC.

Putting down his phone, the quite pleased Yunxi hummed a tune while replenishing the bullets in his bedside drawer, and casually wiped his already shiny new gun.

Just as Little Gogol had suspected, these firearms were indeed intentionally left for him by Yunxi. Yunxi was well aware of Little Gogol’s spatial teleportation ability, which was why he spent time here every day cleaning guns and organizing magazines.

In Yunxi’s eyes, as long as Little Gogol knew there were guns and bullets here and that the person was still near the circus, he would absolutely not lose the ability to fight back just because Yunxi left.

After doing all this, Yunxi turned his head and found that Little Gogol had somehow returned to his side again.

The other seemed to have been pondering something since earlier. Meeting Yunxi’s gaze, he eagerly asked: Boss, who is Korya?

Yunxi: ???

I overheard it accidentally, Little Gogol said, when you were talking in your sleep, Boss.

Actually, Little Gogol had used his special ability to eavesdrop on Yunxi’s soliloquy when alone, but he wouldn’t reveal that.

Little Gogol looked at Yunxi, whose pupils were dilated in shock, and asked again: Boss, who is Korya?

Unlike before, this time Yunxi truly didn’t know how to answer.

Yunxi wanted to forcibly change the subject, but seeing Little Gogol’s stubborn heterochromatic eyes, he sighed and gave an ambiguous answer:

Korya isn’t anyone. Korya is the nickname of the little white bird I keep… Anyway, it has nothing to do with you, so stop asking!

Yunxi abruptly lay down and pulled the blanket over both himself and Little Gogol: No buts! Enough! Sleep!

Being short, Little Gogol got his mouth and nose covered by the heavy blanket and almost thought the boss was trying to murder him: Mmph!

After struggling for a while to free himself, Little Gogol stared at the scabbed bite mark on Yunxi’s collar for a moment. While inwardly criticizing the boss’s poor taste, he scooted closer to Yunxi again.

Nestled in the boss’s embrace, completely enveloped by the familiar scent, Little Gogol deliberately rubbed against the bite mark before quickly closing his eyes.

Hmph, no matter who the boss’s lover is, the boss obviously prefers him.

That unknown person should just go rot somewhere alone.

Yunxi resumed his happy days of domineering around with Little Gogol.

But good days require not just fighting prowess but also money.

The circus ticket sales alone didn’t earn much, so Yunxi capitalized on the circus’s popularity to sell numerous expensive fake items. These included but weren’t limited to: stones that can alter magnetic fields, crystals that attract romance, jade pendants that ward off disasters…

Many buyers didn’t realize anything was wrong at the time, but after returning from the circus, they understood the issue.

How could such things possibly exist? They’d definitely been scammed, right?!

That despicable circus boss, how can you sleep at night selling us such things?!

In reality, Yunxi had been asleep, but he woke up laughing when he remembered what he’d sold and the money he’d made today.

Yunxi: Cackle cackle cackle!

Little Gogol, awakened by the noise: ?

What is he doing?

Still half-asleep, Little Gogol imitated Yunxi’s earlier actions and patted his back. Yunxi immediately shut his mouth and went back to sleep.

The next day, when Little Gogol woke up, Yunxi had already finished plotting new mischief.

Seeing Little Gogol awake, Yunxi promptly sent him to summon all circus members.

It’s good news, Yunxi said. They’ll know when they get here.

Little Gogol nodded and ran off to relay the message.

The circus troupe members certainly didn’t believe it, but threatened by Little Gogol, they had no choice but to obediently come over.

Then, they listened to the troupe leader praise them for a full half hour.

During this time, he thanked them, saying that without them, the circus operations wouldn’t have gone so smoothly, that the circus’s development still needed talents like them, and that without them the troupe leader truly wouldn’t know what to do…

The circus troupe members were already feeling extremely uncomfortable when Yunxi finally stopped and signaled the acrobat to step forward first.

Here are the reward envelopes I prepared for you. It’s a blind draw format, so pick one yourself.

Bang!

Yunxi suddenly pulled a party popper: Congratulations! You’ve drawn ten IOUs signed by the troupe leader for external loans! You’ve now inherited this portion of the troupe leader’s debt!

Circus troupe members: ???

Those being forced forward by Little Gogol: !!!

No! They didn’t want to draw the troupe leader’s IOUs!

But no matter how unwilling they were, these people were still forced to divide Yunxi’s IOUs among themselves and left reluctantly.

Only Little Gogol remained without one, but there were no extra envelopes left.

Little Gogol circled around Yunxi curiously and asked, Is this Gogol’s special guessing game time now?

Yunxi knew well that when dealing with someone like Gogol, not following his expected approach would be the real surprise.

So Yunxi first hummed in acknowledgment, then immediately after shouting Question!, directly pulled out a gift for Little Gogol from his chest.

It was a small wooden bird with one gold and one silver eye embedded in it!

Exactly! This is Gogol’s reward!

Yunxi declared loudly, Although it was made using borrowed money as startup funds, it was indeed made by the troupe leader himself!

Little Gogol wanted to say that the troupe leader had earned so much money recently—just from the amounts he’d seen the troupe leader counting, it was enough to buy a golden bird. The troupe leader didn’t need to borrow money everywhere.

But looking at the wooden bird carved from birch wood, with average craftsmanship but somewhat eye-catching handmade-cut gemstones for eyes—one gold, one silver—and thinking back to that night when the troupe leader had held his face and studied it for a long time before finally saying the silver side looked like the moon, Little Gogol’s breath hitched for a moment.

He carefully reached out, accepted it, and with more reverence than he showed toward the little white bird that always followed him, held the lifeless wooden bird in his arms.

You like it, right? I knew you love birds so much, you’d definitely like this.

Yunxi kept talking, his tone full of pride, These two gemstones aren’t expensive, but it took me a long time to find colors that matched so well. I ruined several while cutting them…

Troupe leader. Little Gogol suddenly interrupted Yunxi’s endless explanation.

The next second, Little Gogol looked up and met Yunxi’s beautiful turquoise eyes.

He asked, Korya, is that the nickname you prepared for me?

Yunxi: …Huh?

Yunxi absolutely refused to admit it.

But Little Gogol insisted that Yunxi didn’t have a little bird—if anything, Yunxi only had this wooden little bird, which was carved to look like him, so here, only he was Yunxi’s little bird.

Little Gogol said with utmost seriousness, Wasn’t what Korya said correct?

Yunxi truly couldn’t grasp what Little Gogol was thinking.

He hadn’t even acknowledged it yet, so why was Little Gogol already claiming the title for himself?

Moreover, wasn’t the adult version of Gogol disgusted by the idea of belonging to someone? Why was the child version so insistent on being the player’s little bird?

But seeing the game panel once again warning him about OOC, Yunxi simply gave up overthinking and bluntly offered an ambiguous reply:

Noticing Little Gogol still wanted to speak, Yunxi gave him a light push. Alright, no more wasting time. If you have nothing better to do, go wash the dishes in the kitchen!

Wait. Yunxi called out to him again. Never mind, don’t wash them. You’re too short—you won’t do it properly. Just call the kitchen staff back and supervise them while they wash.

The player had only recently managed to nurse Little Gogol’s hands—covered in chilblains, wounds, calluses, and with slightly deformed joints—back to a somewhat better state. It wouldn’t do to ruin them again with washing.

The player definitely didn’t want the Little Gogol in the DLC to end up like the adult Gogol in the future.

Little Gogol’s mood remained cheerful. He saluted on the spot, his small face utterly serious. Yes, Master Troupe Leader!

Slightly charmed by Little Gogol, Yunxi left feeling blissful.

What Yunxi didn’t know was that the moment Little Gogol stepped out, he performed an instant change of demeanor in front of others.

The short, white-haired teenager twirled a small knife in his hand and commanded a grown man who was considerably taller than him, Get over here. The Troupe Leader wants you to wash the dishes first.

The kitchen employee, who had been struggling to deal with the mountain of wood scraps left from Yunxi’s carving of little wooden birds, was speechless.

Fine, fine. So he had to do everything, did he? Two demanding masters!

Just as Yunxi had instructed, Little Gogol only watched from start to finish, without any intention of lifting a finger.

And because the kitchen employee was exhausted, his work pace was much slower than usual. By the time Little Gogol completed his task and returned, it was already very late.

Little Gogol carefully settled his two little birds, finished his bedtime routine, and climbed onto Yunxi’s bed.

Seeing that Yunxi seemed to be in a good mood, Little Gogol rested his head on Yunxi’s lap and tentatively asked again, Troupe Leader, are you really just the leader of a circus?

Yunxi had been organizing things while humming the Russian song Little White Cat, and had just reached the part that goes, Turn into a little white bird and fly out the window.

Hearing the question, Yunxi paused his humming. Yeah, I really am just the circus troupe leader.

Little Gogol: …I don’t believe it.

He pressed further, Is that all? No other identities?

Yunxi tilted his head, saw Little Gogol’s earnest expression, and chuckled. Alright then, I’ll tell you.

Little Gogol nodded.

See, I knew you wouldn’t believe it even if I told you… Wait, no.

Yunxi whipped his head around. Huh? You believe that too? You don’t actually think there’s a Namo Gatling Bodhisattva in this world who spins 36,000 rounds per minute and compassionately saves all living beings, do you?

Little Gogol continued to nod obediently. If you say so, Troupe Leader.

After all, in his eyes, the Troupe Leader wasn’t much different from the Namo Gatling Bodhisattva anyway.

Yikes! Yunxi leaned back tactically.

This Gogol had truly been spoiled by the player raising him with the circus troupe leader identity!

Yunxi began frantically pondering how to ensure Little Gogol received proper education from others.

Meanwhile, on this ordinary evening, Russian authorities received reports of a horrific incident—an entire village had been deliberately set ablaze with no survivors.

In response, Russian officials swiftly dispatched a special team that included an Esper.

The team members now conducted their on-site investigation with grave expressions.

Half an hour later, a branch containing traces left by the perpetrator was retrieved and handed over to the team’s Esper.

The Esper closed their eyes, reopening them after a long moment.

The circus… a turquoise earring, the Esper spoke with a pale complexion. I can’t see anything else. The perpetrator is definitely an Esper—one far more powerful than me.

The expressions of everyone present instantly turned grim.

That’s alright, these two clues are sufficient, someone reassured. This area is remote. There won’t be many circuses passing through here.

Right, let’s head back for now.

…

As predicted, investigating the corresponding circus proved straightforward.

However, to avoid being wiped out by the powerful Esper, the team members were replaced, with several combat-specialized Espers joining the roster.

Disguised as ordinary spectators, they set out for the circus.

Unbeknownst to them, Yunxi—driven by greater ambitions—had recently replaced the merchandise stall with a fortune-telling booth where he presided as the fortune-teller and Little Gogol served as his assistant.

Yunxi’s youthful appearance lacked credibility, but the circus members treated him with utmost respect. Combined with his distinctly Eastern features—unfamiliar to locals—many Russians soon flocked to his booth out of curiosity, eager to have their fortunes told.

Yunxi’s fortune-telling booth was enclosed, allowing only one person inside at a time. Each visitor entered brimming with excitement but emerged looking constipated, refusing to disclose what had transpired when questioned.

This mystique amplified the booth’s popularity, drawing even larger crowds.

Thus, when the investigators arrived, they were met with both good and bad news.

The good news: an Eastern man wearing a single turquoise earring was telling fortunes at the southern end of the circus. Not only was he part of the circus—he was the ringmaster, making his connection to the circus undeniable. He was likely their suspect.

The bad news: the area around his fortune-telling booth was swarmed with people, and countless visitors had already had their fortunes told.

But why would a circus ringmaster—already a suspect—bother telling fortunes?

Alarmed, the officers immediately split into two teams: one to escort those who had their fortunes told back for questioning, and the other to approach the ringmaster under the guise of seeking a fortune reading.

Unaware of the unfolding events outside, Yunxi remained diligently focused on his fortune-telling inside the small booth.

A young woman pleaded, Sir, you can probably tell I’m a student. I’m about to start university, but I’m deeply troubled about choosing a major…

Yunxi responded earnestly, Actually, there’s no need to worry so much. After all, mediocre students will make the wrong choice no matter what, while top students are praised for their foresight regardless of their choice.

Young woman: ?

Just as she was about to get angry, Little Gogol began diligently taking notes beside them, muttering as he wrote, Smart people… can… choose their majors… as they wish…

Young woman: …

She left the money and departed.

The next customer was a middle-aged man: Sir, are you aware of the recent skyrocketing prices? Can you calculate when they’ll stop? If they don’t stop soon, I… I’ll have no choice but to kneel and beg for them to stop.

Yunxi: Customer, have you ever considered that sometimes those things might also want to kneel and beg for you to become rich? 😀

The middle-aged man stood up expressionlessly and grabbed a chair. Little Gogol immediately took out his notebook and started scribbling: Prices… won’t stop…

The middle-aged man: .

The middle-aged man put down the chair, left the money, and walked away.

The next customer was a young adult man suffering from chronic insomnia: Sir, I suspect I’m possessed by a ghost. I don’t have any questions, I just want to sleep properly. Can you help me?

Yunxi: Alright, though this isn’t within my usual services, I have connections in the underworld. I can ask other spirits if they have any solutions for you.

The young man played along: O spirit of the pen, you are my past life and I am your present incarnation. If you wish to continue our connection, please use this paper to clearly, concisely, and comprehensively list all types of insomnia, their causes, and treatment methods. Complete this within one hour without any errors or omissions…

Even the young man found it absurd, but the pen in his hand truly began moving with tremendous force.

The young man had studied Chinese, so he read aloud: Classified by duration: first, acute insomnia; second, subacute insomnia; third, chronic insomnia… Huh? Why did the pen Master suddenly switch to traditional Chinese medicine and prescribe ibuprofen sustained-release capsules halfway through?

The actual person controlling the pen, Yunxi: ???

Wait, you could understand the first part, but how do you understand the latter part too?

Bang! Before Yunxi’s extraordinary strength could give him away, Little Gogol knocked the customer unconscious while he wasn’t paying attention.

Yunxi sighed in relief: Well done. A moment longer and I would have been exposed.

Little Gogol, who still hadn’t been called Korya: Hmph!

Yunxi didn’t know what Little Gogol was thinking. He waited until Little Gogol had moved the customer aside to sleep before calling the next person.

This customer turned out to be an undercover Esper police officer.

He discreetly observed Yunxi and Little Gogol, breaking into a cold sweat when he noticed the unconscious man in the corner.

So reckless… How powerful must they be?

But he still needed to probe them. Steeling himself, the officer put on a confrontational attitude:

Since you’re a fortune teller, you should be able to guess what I want my fortune told about, right? Take a guess. If you’re wrong, don’t call yourself a divine fortune teller anymore. Dare to try?

Yunxi blinked and stopped Little Gogol from pulling out a dagger.

Yunxi said casually: Of course I dare. This is quite simple. You’re here to have your fortune told.

Yunxi placed a finger to his lips: Shh, I haven’t finished. I’ve already calculated it for you. The conclusion is that you only have one life.

How about that? Accurate enough?

The officer looked into those cold turquoise eyes staring back at him, remembering the entire village that had first been crippled and then burned alive. He lasted less than three seconds before fleeing in panic.

Of course, I paid before leaving.

After leaving, the officer exclaimed: That was terrifying! He was definitely threatening me! And I’m absolutely certain he’s that serial killer! You’d better send more Esper reinforcements now! Immediately! Right away!

On the other side, Yunxi chuckled: Haha, I told you my fortune-telling is accurate!

Being a circus director is great – you can speak with confidence without even using your own ID!

Yunxi stretched contentedly. After waiting a while until the insomniac guest woke up, paid, and left, he responded to Little Gogol’s call from outside inviting him to eat: Coming!

Having enjoyed himself thoroughly here, Yunxi didn’t want to waste his sleeping hours either. The moment his circus director character closed his eyes, his consciousness switched to another game to play with the grown Gogol.

But upon returning here, the first person Yunxi saw wasn’t Gogol, but Shibusawa Tatsuhiko’s face.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko remarked: Yunxi-kun’s self-protection mechanism and recovery mechanism are truly fascinating. It was worth making a special trip to help you enter Yokohama… Ah, you’re awake.

Yunxi: ?

Yunxi immediately stopped being confused, but he instinctively patted Gogol’s head twice, speaking in a tone one would use to comfort a child: Really? How impressive of you, Korya!

Tch. Shibusawa Tatsuhiko instantly stepped back half a step in disgust, making enough space for Gogol and Yunxi.

‘How disgusting. I never expected this Clown to have an Oedipus complex.’

Gogol laughed awkwardly a couple of times.

How strange – this time the Clown really hadn’t provoked little Yunxi, had he?