I Became the Savior on the Fourth Day of Disaster - Chapter 48: Chapter 48 (Including 15.8k Nutrient Solution Bonus) ^...

Chapter 48: Chapter 48 (Including 15.8k Nutrient Solution Bonus) ^…

Gogol finally couldn’t withstand Yunxi’s interrogation and told the truth:

Haha, did little Yunxi hear about this from Fyodor-kun? But the clown only mentioned it casually back then, and the ‘Savior’ in Fyodor-kun’s story later wasn’t little Yunxi either!

So if he had ever considered resisting the Savior, it wasn’t Yunxi he was resisting!

But but! Even now Fyodor-kun hasn’t shown any intention of starting the plan, so the clown still doesn’t know the specific details!

Yunxi remained expressionless: Oh, then ask Fyodor now and find out who the Savior in his plan is.

The great Savior wouldn’t allow anyone to steal his title!

Just as Gogol was about to say something, Fyodor’s message arrived first.

The [Scales of Fate] also happened to deliver its judgment at this moment – Yunxi’s chips weren’t weighty enough, the exchange failed, and Gogol regained usage rights of his [Overcoat].

Gogol teleported away in an instant, while Yunxi, after falling onto the bed, rolled over nimbly and snatched Gogol’s phone.

Yunxi skillfully unlocked the screen and read aloud: Gogol-kun, the world-saving plan I mentioned to you before is about to commence. As an invited member, would you like to participate in the first meeting of [Decay of the Angel]?

The other invited person is Sigma-kun whom you know. The leader of [Decay of the Angel] is already on his way to [Sky Casino] to invite him…

Yunxi’s voice gradually trailed off, until finally, he slowly typed out a question mark.

Are you all excluding me? Yunxi demanded. Fyodor is organizing a gathering with others, why am I the only one who wasn’t invited?

Gogol forced an awkward laugh: Haha, why indeed?

No, since I wasn’t invited, I don’t want to go directly with you. Yunxi quickly gave a negative answer. I’ll transform into another animal and secretly follow you.

The [Scales of Fate] could also forcibly exchange animal identities for players, though players could only transform into very weak small animals, which was why players had never used this option before.

But for infiltration scenarios, transforming into small animals was quite suitable.

Gogol found this reasoning sound, so he proceeded to awkwardly reject Yunxi’s series of proposals to transform into an ant, mantis shrimp, spider, cabbage white butterfly, and so on.

Gogol couldn’t help but question: Yunxi-kun, can’t you just turn into a little bird? Birds have wings, and a bird appearing in such occasions would be much more appropriate than a cabbage white butterfly, right?

Gogol: Wait no, what did Yunxi understand?

Yunxi had already transformed into a rove beetle.

Watching Yunxi fly toward him, at this moment Gogol suddenly understood why Yunxi wanted to become this particular creature.

No matter how mentally strong someone might be, when Yunxi approached and crawled on their skin, they should show an expression of fear, right?

Even Fyodor would definitely be no exception!

*

Gogol only agreed to take Yunxi along after negotiating that he would only place Yunxi inside his small top hat, and Yunxi had to remain clinging to the inner wall of the hat throughout the entire journey.

Before leaving, Yunxi transformed back for a brief moment and asked Gogol to help him cut off one of his legs.

Yunxi declared confidently, Anyway, after I transform into a rove beetle, I’ll have a pair of wings plus six legs. Losing one leg won’t matter. And this way, if I die while in rove beetle form, I can just revive and come back.

Gogol: …

This is strange. Not sure. Need to observe further.

But in the end, Gogol obediently cut off one leg of the rove beetle Yunxi and tossed the leg under the bed at this hideout.

Because Yunxi claimed this would make things safer—if anyone dared to ambush him at this hideout, he could immediately slice off both of their legs from under the bed after reviving.

Staring at the seemingly ordinary bed, Gogol couldn’t help but marvel, No wonder Little Yunxi is always so cautious whenever he arrives at a new hideout.

Yunxi was truly projecting his own mindset onto others!

The rove beetle Yunxi twitched its head, as if expressing pride.

Gogol still felt uneasy looking at it. He avoided physical contact with Yunxi throughout the process, only using the brim of his small top hat to put it back on after the rove beetle Yunxi settled in place.

Haha, the Clown is setting off now!

In the spacious conference room, Sigma, Fyodor, and another masked man sat opposite each other around the central round table.

Sigma’s pink-purple eyes darted around nervously. Clearly, he genuinely wanted to know why these two had kidnapped him and what they meant by someone you know will be here soon.

But he didn’t dare ask.

Unbeknownst to Sigma, the masked man—Fukuchi Ochi—was also pondering life’s mysteries at that moment.

Fukuchi Ochi couldn’t understand why, when he tried to abduct Sigma, he encountered Port Mafia’s missing Executive A, who looked utterly defeated and suspiciously accused him of trying to use Sigma to extort him into buying his… rear end.

His alter ego [Kamui] was indeed planning to commit evil deeds, but not that kind of evil deed!

Fyodor was also deep in thought.

Fyodor believed Yunxi would definitely follow them, but he didn’t know how Yunxi would manage it or whether Yunxi would join his plan.

Most crucially, Fyodor feared that Gogol might have already been strangled to death and was now haunting Yunxi as a hallucination.

The mere possibility was terrifying enough without dwelling on it—dwelling made it even worse.

Still, he had done everything he could think of: having Fukuchi Ochi use the time-spanning [Rain Imperial] to predict future developments in advance, and changing the table from the original rectangular one to a round table so Yunxi couldn’t cause trouble over ranking order.

If Yunxi insisted on taking action, he would have no choice but to activate alternative plans.

In this bizarre atmosphere, the three waited and waited until finally, the clown Gogol abruptly appeared in the conference room.

Sigma: !

Gogol: Hmm hmm, the Clown understands now! [Decay of the Angel] aims to temporarily create chaos to permanently end the chaos of ‘international wars’ in this world! But why is Little Yunxi included in [Decay of the Angel]’s plans? Didn’t [Decay of the Angel] not invite Little Yunxi?

The masked [Kamui] gestured toward the empty seat: [Decay of the Angel] reserved a position for Yunxi-kun. But according to my prophecy, directly inviting Yunxi-kun would result in a 100% probability of him not coming here.

Sigma muttered, But Yunxi hasn’t arrived yet…

Wait.

That might not be certain! Yunxi could be hiding in some corner right now!

Sigma instinctively grew tense. Worried that Yunxi’s first words upon appearing would be to scold him for not being careful enough, Sigma disregarded everyone else present and began cramming at the last minute. His sharp gaze swept over every inch of the floor, walls, ceiling, beams, the wooden planks behind tables, and the boards under chairs with X-ray-like precision…

This is terrible! There are ants on the floor, flying insects on the walls, possibly spiders on the beams, and even small holes in the wooden planks behind the tables—all places Yunxi could squeeze into…

Nearby, Fyodor and [Kamui]: …

Surely not?

After inspecting every possible hiding spot for Yunxi in the space, Sigma finally asked Gogol seriously, Is Yunxi among these creatures?

Gogol had been laughing nonstop since earlier, and upon hearing Sigma’s question, he burst into even more uncontrollable laughter.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, the rove beetle Yunxi leisurely flew out of the portal opened by Gogol’s cloak.

Yunxi flew toward Sigma, paused for two seconds amid Sigma’s terrified screams, then—seemingly wounded—changed direction and landed on the furry collar of Fyodor’s cape.

Yunxi stared for a moment at the panel boldly displaying the leader of [Decay of the Angel], [Fukuchi Ochi/Kamui (disguised)], then rubbed his front two legs together, signaling that if there was anything they wanted him to do, they should say it now and not waste time.

Fyodor: …

Great. This time Yunxi’s mouth isn’t poisonous, but his entire body is.

He tilted his face slightly to the side, suppressing the urge to blow Yunxi away in one breath, and continued:

Yunxi-kun, that’s the situation. Don’t you want to save this world? While a world war won’t directly cause the world’s destruction, the massive human casualties aren’t something you’d want to see, right?

[Decay of the Angel] invites you to join. You only need to help [Decay of the Angel] carry out the initial terrorist attacks. No complex schemes are required—[Decay of the Angel] has found a special ability artifact. As long as you can link your actions to the Armed Detective Agency, the artifact will automatically frame the Armed Detective Agency for what you do.

Yunxi rubbed his legs again, indicating that the plan sounded a bit sloppy but simple, and he liked the idea of having the Armed Detective Agency take the fall no matter what he did. So he could agree, but [Decay of the Angel] would need to offer him additional benefits.

Fyodor never imagined he’d one day have to interpret a bug’s thoughts. Struggling to maintain his smile:

[Rats in the House of the Dead] knows intelligence that could truly lead to the world’s destruction. Though the probability is small, I can guarantee its authenticity. If Yunxi-kun is willing to join, after everything is completed, [Rats in the House of the Dead] will share it with you.

Yunxi: !

Yunxi flew onto the table, pulled a small stone from his backpack, and immediately crushed himself with it, accomplishing an instant resurrection.

Deal! I agree!

[Kamui], who got hit in the head by the stone sent flying by Yunxi’s sudden appearance: …

Fine. As long as the other party agreed.

[Kamui]: Then I’ll leave it to you and Gogol-kun to carry out the terrorist attacks targeting politicians from various countries…

Gogol was transferring Yunxi from the table into his cloak and wasn’t paying close attention. Suddenly feeling Kamui’s gaze, Gogol looked up in confusion while maintaining his position of encircling Yunxi to prevent him from sitting in the empty chair: What?

[Kamui]: …Just what we discussed earlier, never mind.

Please leave quickly. Every time he sees this situation now, he thinks of ACE. Let’s not have this happen again!

The first official meeting of [Decay of the Angel] concluded. The five members dispersed, but three of them left together.

These three were naturally Yunxi, Gogol, and Sigma. They appeared quite intimate – if an uninformed person were to witness this scene, they might mistakenly think [Decay of the Angel] was some kind of family gathering.

Fortunately, Yunxi remained reliable and understood the need for secrecy. Only after returning to the [Sky Casino] did Yunxi begin explaining the next phase of the plan:

Ahem! Since we’ve accepted this mission, you’ll follow my arrangements from now on! After all, I’m the only one here with extensive experience in orchestrating terrorist attacks and opposing authorities!

Gogol wanted to say he had experience too, but Yunxi’s next words came too quickly: First, we should carry out the malicious acts separately, then regroup to pin everything on the Armed Detective Agency all at once.

Gogol looked suspicious: Really? But wouldn’t it be faster to conduct terrorist attacks with more people… Is Little Yunxi doing this on purpose? Does Little Yunxi want to leave the Clown?

Yunxi maintained an upright expression: How could that be? It’s mainly because my plan might not be suitable for others to participate in – it’s rather… intense.

Sigma was curious, but knowing Yunxi well, he ultimately refrained from asking to protect his own ears.

Instead, Gogol stared at Yunxi with a strange expression for quite some time. Only after Sigma left did Gogol rest his head on Yunxi’s shoulder, his gaze sharp: Little Yunxi, you’re acting rather unusual.

Yunxi began humming a tune.

Gogol continued staring at Yunxi.

He planned to coax Yunxi into revealing what he was hiding through some clever conversation, but Yunxi unusually took the initiative, turning around and brushing his lips against Gogol’s with a touch lighter than a feather.

Satisfied now? Yunxi warned, Don’t push your luck!

Wasn’t Little Yunxi supposed to be the one who loved him most, willing to tolerate many of his antics?

Yunxi, held captive by those beautifully shaped heterochromatic eyes: .

Oh no, this seems to be the beauty trap from the Thirty-Six Stratagems!

…

The three days Yunxi used for preparations before departure quickly passed.

Gogol watched from the side as Yunxi grinded his teeth in frustration. Seeing that Yunxi seemed genuinely angry, he immediately approached and covered Yunxi’s eyes with his dark red gloved hand.

Then, Gogol began showering Yunxi with kisses before he could react.

After a while, Gogol tried to stop, but Yunxi said: This is really too much. Yunxi condemns you.

Gogol responded with more kisses.

Gogol paused again, and Yunxi said: The Savior is also skilled at killing.

Gogol answered with more kisses.

This time Gogol started kissing proactively beforehand.

No matter what he said, Yunxi would be kissed and pushed around by a gloved hand, until he finally fell silent.

After a long while, when Gogol had completely stepped back, Yunxi finally spoke again with a sigh: Korya is wicked, but he’s also quite skilled at kissing.

The player’s earlier joke about kissing 800 times in one go was just that—a joke—but how could Korya actually manage to kiss that many times in one breath? Was he the reincarnation of a woodpecker?

Gogol hadn’t expected Yunxi to refrain from scolding him this time. He froze for a moment, then burst into wild laughter.

Once he finished laughing, Gogol took off his gloves again. His slender, well-defined fingers deftly pried open Yunxi’s mouth, slowly pressing his fingertips against the surface of Yunxi’s tongue.

Yunxi was decisive: No.

If Little Yunxi wants to learn… Huh? Why not?

Because it’s enough that you know how, Korya, Yunxi said honestly. It doesn’t sound very useful, and I can’t be bothered to learn.

Hmm… Gogol couldn’t find a reason to argue, so he simply retaliated with an extremely deep kiss.

Feeling the dark-haired boy’s resistance and compliance, almost entirely driven by instinct, the misty haze in his teal eyes, and the rise and fall of his chest after being released, Gogol felt satisfied again.

Yunxi, realizing Gogol was panting heavily again: …

Gogol: Well… it probably wasn’t before, but now this Clown isn’t sure!

After all, it really was quite pleasurable.

Meanwhile, outside, Sigma maintained his raised hand but hesitated to take action.

I have a feeling that opening the door would reveal a very troubling scene. Maybe… it’s better to just forget it?

Finally, Yunxi set off.

His destination was Russia.

That’s right—Yunxi had chosen to go to a location in Russia where he had spent a long time in the DLC.

Yunxi had a feeling that if the two timelines of this game could be fully connected, he might be able to find traces of his past self in the current timeline.

Although the artifacts from before suggested otherwise… what if?

Yunxi found the spot where Little Gogol had buried the wooden bird. After roughly confirming the location, he started digging and, in less than ten minutes, actually uncovered the mostly corroded remains of the wooden bird.

The bird’s eyes were still intact, but because Yunxi hadn’t performed any strict anti-corrosion treatment back then, the body had deteriorated, leaving only a few fibers that barely retained their shape.

Yunxi looked at his wooden bird and began to sigh.

If only the memories of Korya from both games could be shared. The fact that they aren’t really cuts down on the player’s fun.

But… whatever. I’ll take the wooden bird with me for now. Maybe when the official version is released, this bug will be fixed.

Muttering to himself like this, Yunxi left the place.

Unbeknownst to Yunxi, after he left, a female Esper who had briefly appeared in his DLC playthrough summary screen passed by the spot again.

She looked at the patch of Earth that seemed no different from before and abruptly said, Stop the car.

The young subordinate beside her immediately hit the brakes, puzzled: Master? What’s wrong?

…It’s nothing. I thought I saw a squirrel over there, she said, snapping out of it and signaling for the car to continue. Then, as if casually, she added, You remember what this place is, right? Back then, with the circus incident… do you hate me for it?

The young subordinate instinctively hit the brakes again.

He lowered his head and remained silent for a long time before finally saying, It’s already more than enough that you, Master, were willing to believe what I said when I was just a child, personally investigated the matter, and were even willing to tell me the truth.

The car started moving again. The female Esper sighed as she looked at the child beside her—a child who had been abandoned by his family for displaying a Special ability from a young age, treated like a monster, then taken away by a circus master and brought to the city only to be discarded again. After finally being adopted by an orphanage, he had run away on his own to find her, begging her to investigate the circus case.

This child had suffered greatly… but she was sorry—she couldn’t let him go with that circus master, because she felt he couldn’t withstand being abandoned again.

However, allowing him to meet the circus master once was still possible.

Thinking this, she spoke again, Just now, my Special ability revealed quite a bit of information to me.

I can’t tell you the details yet, but come back with me again in a month.

Subordinate: !!!

In just one short week, Yunxi committed a vast number of misdeeds—though they were all of a very specific kind.

To put it simply, he stole the underpants of every high-ranking official in Russia.

Yunxi stole day and night, coming and going without a trace. He stole until every Russian political elite had no underpants to wear, until the price of underpants skyrocketed, until the higher-ups—though they dared not say it openly—were grumbling incessantly in private.

Yunxi paid no heed to these people’s plight. He found another factory, compressed the underpants into blocks resembling [Earth], and stuffed them all into his backpack.

Feeling that he had gathered enough materials to frame the Armed Detective Agency, Yunxi began contemplating stealing some valuable items.

What kind of player would he be if he didn’t seize the chance to make some extra profit while completing missions?!

However, Yunxi’s backpack slots were somewhat limited. Selling the stolen goods directly in Russia would make it too easy to trace, so after much deliberation, he decided to only steal what he truly needed.

What he needed most right now were materials to recreate the wooden bird.

Before officially starting his theft, Yunxi decided to first check Little Gogol’s memories to see his impressions of the wooden bird. This was to avoid going through all the trouble only to alter the very anchor points Little Gogol cared about most.

That would be far too ridiculous.

With a serious expression, Yunxi opened the memory cluster of Little Gogol and began searching.

Excellent—he immediately found a segment of Little Gogol looking at the wooden bird!

Little Gogol was gazing at the wooden bird’s eyes for five seconds, then he looked up and stared at the player’s eyes for fifty seconds… No, that’s not right.

Yunxi stiffly clicked on the next memory.

Little Gogol was looking at the wooden bird again, this time at its somewhat carelessly carved wings for three seconds, then he looked up and stared at the player’s hands for thirty seconds… Still not right.

Next one: Little Gogol held the little bird and called it Korya… Wrong again.

Next one: Little Gogol heard that the child the player had brought from the countryside and abandoned on the streets had come looking for them. Little Gogol first had someone drive the child away, then went into a frenzy over the wooden bird, seemingly ready to destroy the bird that bore a slight resemblance to himself. But in the end, he restrained himself and began gently stroking the wooden bird… No, no, that’s not it either!

Continuing to flip through, each one was stranger and more off than the last.

Haha. Yunxi’s smile was somewhat stiff. The anchor point for Little Gogol’s favorite wooden bird… wouldn’t be me, would it?

A silence that lasted two full minutes.

Definitely not, right? I’ve killed so many people in front of Little Gogol. Even if he doesn’t say it out loud, he must think I’m brutal deep down. Yunxi began trying to convince himself again.

After all, this was Gogol before he grew up, and Gogol wasn’t born with antisocial personality disorder. Hah.

But words felt too inadequate. To find enough evidence to convince himself, Yunxi started searching through Little Gogol’s memories for scenes of the regiment commander killing people.

Yunxi saw that during his earlier killings, Little Gogol would watch unblinkingly as the NPCs’ health points gradually dropped to zero, as they breathed their last, and as their corpses were repeatedly whipped.

Before Yunxi could process his shock that Little Gogol could watch all this so intently, he noticed Little Gogol’s gaze shifting to study him instead.

When Yunxi kicked someone, Little Gogol watched his feet. When Yunxi slapped someone, he watched his hands. When Yunxi whipped people, he watched Yunxi’s waist. When Yunxi counted money and cleaned his gun before bed, he watched…

Yunxi abruptly shut off Little Gogol’s memories, let out another awkward laugh, and said, So all this time, Little Gogol had a crush on me.

No wonder the wooden bird got thrown away by amnesiac Korya.