I Became the Savior on the Fourth Day of Disaster - Chapter 49: (Including Additional Chapter 1 for Ningning's Long Review) ^...

Chapter 49: (Including Additional Chapter 1 for Ningning’s Long Review) ^…

But the bird still had to be made.

Otherwise, Yunxi would feel uncomfortable all over just thinking about Little Gogol from that day. Remembering that he still held Little Gogol’s memories in his hands, even if Yunxi forgot this part, Little Gogol’s memories would help Yunxi recall it, making him even more uncomfortable.

However, after hanging around Russia for two more days, Yunxi discovered that these officials weren’t as wealthy as he had imagined.

Yunxi couldn’t be bothered to waste time on these useless fools who didn’t even know how to embezzle properly. He turned around and directly joined a drug trafficking organization that smuggled drugs from Southeast Asia to Russia.

As soon as Yunxi entered the organization, he gained the Boss’s favor by eliminating other mafia groups and small-time drug dealers who tried to compete with their business, quickly rising to become a high-ranking member.

The Boss appreciated Yunxi but didn’t trust him.

So he demanded that Yunxi take some drugs in front of him.

Yunxi agreed immediately and used his player inventory to consume five kilograms of drugs in one go.

Bring the special ability detector! Don’t think you can fool me with your special ability… What the ***? This isn’t a special ability???

Yunxi raised an eyebrow as he looked at the completely unlit detector in the other’s hand.

The Boss watched Yunxi treating the white powder like flour and eating it, his face full of disbelief as he agreed to promote Yunxi, though with a twisted expression, providing Yunxi with a daily quota of five pounds.

But the Boss still wasn’t reassured. He sent Yunxi several police officers dispatched by the authorities, ordering Yunxi to torture them all to death.

Yunxi verbally said Yes, Boss, but in reality, as soon as he closed the door, he sent all these people away through a secret tunnel. Those who refused to leave were forcibly driven away by Yunxi poking their heels with his Little Cloud Flying Knife.

After finishing this, Yunxi returned to the room and began sharpening his knives, turning his attention to the pigs and sheep that Little Gogol hadn’t finished eating.

When the Boss came to inspect, all he could see was the deep red minced meat under Yunxi’s hands.

Yunxi continued chopping with his right hand while using his left to shape meatballs, attempting to drop them into a boiling pot nearby: Boss, you told me to handle this thoroughly. I’m chopping it finer so it’s easier to eat, ahem, I mean bury…

The Boss watched Yunxi’s chopping shake the entire room with each strike, thinking about the completely unlit special ability detector outside.

The Boss then looked at the pot emitting a strange meaty smell, with occasional clumps of grayish-white minced meat floating up, and thought about the people he had sent in earlier.

He cautiously refrained from speaking immediately.

Yunxi was still thump thump thumping away at the chopping. Tired from chopping, Yunxi wanted to eat some cooked meatballs to reward himself, but when he turned around, he discovered that all the meatballs in the pot had disintegrated at some point.

Yunxi broke down.

Damn it! I knew these people were all useless! Wasting my time!!!

With a frenzied expression, Yunxi kicked over the pot, sending its contents splattering onto the bodyguard standing beside the Boss. As soon as the bodyguard was scalded, Yunxi overturned the raw minced meat onto him as well, adding secondary damage.

The bodyguard screamed in pain, trying to get the Boss to call others to seek justice for him, but the Boss merely sniffed the various strange, fishy smells coming from the bodyguard, secretly took a step back, and inwardly gasped in shock once more.

Chapter 49 (Including Additional Chapter 1 for Ningning’s Long Review) ^…

But the bird still had to be made.

Otherwise, Yunxi would feel uncomfortable all over just thinking about Little Gogol from that day. Remembering that he still held Little Gogol’s memories in his hands, even if Yunxi forgot this part, Little Gogol’s memories would help Yunxi recall it, making him even more uncomfortable.

However, after hanging around Russia for two more days, Yunxi discovered that these officials weren’t as wealthy as he had imagined.

Yunxi couldn’t be bothered to waste time on these useless fools who didn’t even know how to embezzle properly. He turned around and directly joined a drug trafficking organization that smuggled drugs from Southeast Asia to Russia.

As soon as Yunxi entered the organization, he gained the Boss’s favor by eliminating other mafia groups and small-time drug dealers who tried to compete with their business, quickly rising to become a high-ranking member.

The Boss appreciated Yunxi but didn’t trust him.

So he demanded that Yunxi take some drugs in front of him.

Yunxi agreed immediately and used his player inventory to consume five kilograms of drugs in one go.

Bring the special ability detector! Don’t think you can fool me with your special ability… What the ***? This isn’t a special ability???

Yunxi raised an eyebrow as he looked at the completely unlit detector in the other’s hand.

The Boss watched Yunxi treating the white powder like flour and eating it, his face full of disbelief as he agreed to promote Yunxi, though with a twisted expression, providing Yunxi with a daily quota of five pounds.

But the Boss still wasn’t reassured. He sent Yunxi several police officers dispatched by the authorities, ordering Yunxi to torture them all to death.

Yunxi verbally said Yes, Boss, but in reality, as soon as he closed the door, he sent all these people away through a secret tunnel. Those who refused to leave were forcibly driven away by Yunxi poking their heels with his Little Cloud Flying Knife.

After finishing this, Yunxi returned to the room and began sharpening his knives, turning his attention to the pigs and sheep that Little Gogol hadn’t finished eating.

When the Boss came to inspect, all he could see was the deep red minced meat under Yunxi’s hands.

Yunxi continued chopping with his right hand while using his left to shape meatballs, attempting to drop them into a boiling pot nearby: Boss, you told me to handle this thoroughly. I’m chopping it finer so it’s easier to eat, ahem, I mean bury…

The Boss watched Yunxi’s chopping shake the entire room with each strike, thinking about the completely unlit special ability detector outside.

The Boss then looked at the pot emitting a strange meaty smell, with occasional clumps of grayish-white minced meat floating up, and thought about the people he had sent in earlier.

He cautiously refrained from speaking immediately.

Yunxi was still thump thump thumping away at the chopping. Tired from chopping, Yunxi wanted to eat some cooked meatballs to reward himself, but when he turned around, he discovered that all the meatballs in the pot had disintegrated at some point.

Yunxi broke down.

Damn it! I knew these people were all useless! Wasting my time!!!

With a frenzied expression, Yunxi kicked over the pot, sending its contents splattering onto the bodyguard standing beside the Boss. As soon as the bodyguard was scalded, Yunxi overturned the raw minced meat onto him as well, adding secondary damage.

The bodyguard screamed in pain, trying to get the Boss to call others to seek justice for him, but the Boss merely sniffed the various strange, fishy smells coming from the bodyguard, secretly took a step back, and inwardly gasped in shock once more.

Isn’t this guy in front of me just a bit too ruthless?

But at least the Boss can rest assured.

Someone with a twisted mind and antisocial personality like this probably couldn’t be an undercover agent, right?

Definitely not!

And so, Yunxi gained the Boss’s highest level of trust and quickly became the Boss’s right-hand man.

Yunxi didn’t idle around either. To repay the Boss’s kindness, he would inhale—no, consume five jin of drugs every day. After finishing, he’d pass intelligence to the Russian authorities. Once the situation was exposed, he’d casually capture a loyal high-ranking member to use as a scapegoat and eliminate them…

In just one week, Yunxi managed to completely dismantle this massive drug trafficking organization from three fronts: resources, personnel, and intelligence.

With the organization in ruins, the related intelligence couldn’t stay hidden for long.

Soon, Russian authorities dispatched professionals to take down the drug trafficking ring once and for all.

Upon learning this news, Yunxi’s first reaction was to rush out and take down every heavily implicated member trying to flee upon hearing the rumors, one slash at a time. Through brutal interrogation of the Boss’s close associates, he uncovered the whereabouts of the Boss, who had fled in advance.

By the time Yunxi found the Boss, the Boss had just realized that all his capable subordinates were dead and was weeping.

Thud. Yunxi plunged a knife into the Boss’s chest.

The Boss looked utterly incredulous, but Yunxi simply withdrew the blade calmly and stabbed again with vicious force, his tone seething with rage:

All the other brothers are dead, the hideout has changed, yet the cops still showed up! If you say I’m not the mole, then the mole must be you!

As the Boss of this organization, colluding with the authorities—how could you betray our fallen brothers?!

The Boss: …Huh?

The Boss wanted to ask if Yunxi had lost his mind, but before he could speak, Yunxi stabbed him again.

This time, the blade moved from the chest muscles to the fatty area of the Boss’s abdomen. There wasn’t much bleeding, but the pain was excruciating, nearly unbearable.

The Boss’s barely functioning brain quickly helped him realize that Yunxi must have specialized training in tormenting people. Each stab pierced the flesh but avoided vital spots, causing minimal blood loss—just pure agony.

The Boss was on the verge of breaking down, but he still refused to believe that someone like Yunxi could be a Russian undercover agent, especially since Yunxi was Asian and exceptionally ruthless.

Yet, Yunxi must have had a motive. After thinking it over, the Boss concluded that Yunxi probably wanted his money and power.

So, gritting through the pain, he divulged his bank card passwords, secret stash locations, and all the confidential intelligence he knew.

Yunxi was very pleased with this and decided to reward the Boss by sparing his life.

The sirens outside grew louder. Yunxi swiftly activated the [Scales of Fate], exchanging all memories related to the Boss and himself, then tossed all the drugs from his backpack onto the ground beside the Boss.

Now my backpack has room for more treasures! Yunxi declared.

With everything done, Yunxi vanished underground.

Two minutes later, the arriving Russian officers: !!!

Wow! What a considerate person! Both the suspect and the evidence are right here!

With this much drugs, it’s not just enough to lock this guy up for life—they could even justify a firing squad without any issue!

Thinking this way, they quickly completed evidence collection and arrests, then all happily received commendations from their superiors.

Of course, these officers weren’t just lucky bystanders – those assigned to deal with drug trafficking organizations were all highly capable individuals.

After interrogating the drug ring’s Boss and cleaning up the other hidden networks he revealed, many of them received promotions.

The current police officers:…

What should this be called? The underpants thief approves your promotion and steals your underpants?

The process didn’t matter. In the end, Yunxi successfully obtained many valuable gems and pearls that were rarely seen on the market, along with more underpants.

After resting for two days at the base, Yunxi organized his backpack and acquired a corrosion-resistant, deformation-proof titanium alloy bird.

Yunxi first equipped this inexpensive titanium alloy bird with all the valuable items obtained from the drug dealers, making it glitter brilliantly. Finally, he carefully embedded the two eyes that originally belonged to the wooden bird.

Hah.

Completed.

After briefly testing the bird’s durability, Yunxi rushed back overnight to where Little Gogol had originally buried the bird and reburied it there.

Halfway through speaking, Yunxi instantly activated his burning-type Special ability toward the rear side.

Simultaneously, the counter-type [Brain Hell] ability was activated by Yunxi, always ready to defend against enemy attacks.

Yunxi said coldly: Come out. Did you really think I wouldn’t notice you following me all this way?

While counting, Yunxi continued launching attacks nimbly in that direction. Just as three was about to be spoken, a woman emerged voluntarily – completely unharmed but coughing continuously from the thick smoke caused by the flames.

Wait. She raised her hand, indicating she had no hostile intentions. Circus Master, I mean no harm. I just want to bring someone to meet you.

Yunxi had his ultimate move ready, but upon hearing that familiar voice, seeing that face – now marked by time but one Yunxi would never forget, the face that had only earned him a B rating – and hearing the term Circus Master, Yunxi forcibly halted his actions.

Yunxi withdrew his ability and frowned: Who wants to see me?

Aside from Little Gogol, he shouldn’t have left any survivors from the circus.

The woman tapped her earpiece: Come over.

A black-haired man, who had once been a small child but now stood taller than Yunxi, walked over with trembling steps.

He walked faster and faster until he was almost running toward Yunxi. Worried about crashing into Yunxi, he made an emergency stop and fell solidly to the ground.

Yunxi looked down at the man whose falling posture on the grass looked very familiar.

Yunxi then looked up at the female Esper.

Yunxi said quietly: Aren’t you going to do something about him? Like picking him up and scolding him about Russian territory being sacred and inviolable?

The black-haired man and female Esper:…

Ahem, anyway, I won’t reveal the news of your resurrection or what you buried here. I was the one who covered up your previous information, so you can trust me.

The female Esper extended an invitation, Shall we talk somewhere else?

So, what do we have to talk about?

Yunxi sat in the car with the two of them, propping his chin boredly: Do you want to know why I destroyed the circus back then? Or do you want to know why I’m stealing your people’s underpants now?

Before the female Esper could speak, the subordinate whom Yunxi had mentored years ago blurted out: Master! I believe in you! Whether it’s murder, arson, or… stealing underpants, these definitely aren’t your true intentions…

Yunxi: …?

You’d believe that too? This is truly unbelievable.

Yunxi forced himself to hold back, then turned to the female Esper whose [Investigation] game display showed a combat power of 202: Do you think the same?

Her status must be quite high, right? After all, she was the first person he’d encountered without attack capabilities yet possessing over 200 combat power. Wouldn’t she empathize with other officials?

The female Esper replied calmly: Well, they’re just external objects anyway. After all, Yunxi didn’t steal women’s underpants.

Yunxi: .

Fine, that would make it more convenient for him to frame someone later.

So? You still haven’t told me, what exactly do you want from me? Yunxi’s tone carried a hint of impatience, I have things to do. If you don’t speak up, I’m leaving.

The black-haired man looked like he was about to cry.

But clearly, he knew Yunxi wouldn’t take him along, so he just stared at Yunxi without saying anything.

The female Esper glanced at her subordinate, then turned to Yunxi with a serious expression: Mr. Yunxi, I see the seeds of tragedy in you.

Some might think you’re responsible for all the terrible things, but I must tell you that no matter what happens, the fault definitely doesn’t lie with you.

And whether you choose to love or hate this world – that’s your freedom.

Yunxi: …Huh?

Not this again? Do they have to remind him that Saviors must die in the end?

Yunxi and the Esper who uttered such ominous words stared at each other.

The black-haired man nearby looked even more heartbroken.

If the situation weren’t inappropriate, he might have broken down crying like he did as a child.

In this strange atmosphere, Yunxi suddenly thought of something.

Yunxi asked: Is this your personal stance, or the entire Russian government’s stance?

The female Esper: If I want to, I have the ability to make it Russia’s official stance.

Fine. Yunxi accepted this answer and opened the car door, Then have those Russians cooperate with what comes next.

The two: ???

They didn’t understand what Yunxi intended to do, but they soon found out.

Watching the Armed Detective Agency’s viral video – broadcast live to the entire society – showing a castle built from Russian political elites’ underpants, the female Esper took a deep breath amid others’ mental breakdown.

First… issue a public statement condemning the Armed Detective Agency, she said with difficulty, Warn them to immediately stop this behavior and apologize publicly, or we’ll deploy troops to arrest these people insulting Russia.

The subordinate responded dazedly: O-okay…

Nippon, Yokohama, Armed Detective Agency.

After a series of consecutive criminal incidents, these three terms became the hottest keywords worldwide, and the Armed Detective Agency became the common enemy of people across the globe.

It was said that the members of the Armed Detective Agency were individuals with special abilities who, after achieving nothing in life, chose to take revenge on society.

They stole all the underpants of high-ranking Russian officials and brought them back to Yokohama to build a castle; they captured all high-ranking Japanese officials, sprinkled itching powder on them, and refused to provide backscratchers; they replaced the materials intended for India’s aircraft carrier with scrap, laughing hysterically when the carrier malfunctioned; they fed laxatives to seagulls in front of animal rights and environmental activists; they even soaked their feet in the upstream of a river in an African tribal village, claiming their foot fungus was beneficial to the indigenous people’s health…

Each incident was backed by solid evidence, and each sparked intense public outrage.

The Armed Detective Agency was condemned by one country today and another tomorrow, eventually becoming public enemies despised by all.

The members of the Armed Detective Agency were forced into hiding, and their first daily ritual was to check the trending hashtag #ArmedDetectiveAgencyTheAdventOfTheDevilChild to see what new crimes they were being framed for.

Today was no exception.

In a temporary hideout, Yosano’s face darkened like a burnt pot: Let’s see what fresh disaster awaits us today.

They had learned from past experiences to avoid all contact with outsiders, but she refused to believe the mastermind could pin yet another crime on them!

Fukuzawa Yukichi stared at his phone and solemnly announced: Today’s—

Edogawa Ranpo suddenly snapped his eyes open: Wait! Director! Don’t connect to the internet!

It was too late.

As Fukuzawa’s phone established connectivity, new trending topics about the Armed Detective Agency loaded:

#ArmedDetectiveAgencyHacksIntoSystemToPayMinimumSocialSecurityForAllChineseGraduates

#ChinaIssuesStrongCondemnation

#7.5MChineseGraduatesTrappedByArmedDetectiveAgencyScheme

#ArmedDetectiveAgencyDevilChildStrikesAgain

The agency members who had gathered to look at the phone: …

When did they ever do this? Why would they even do this? What possible benefit could they gain from it?!

Compared to the Chinese graduates, they were the ones truly being set up!!!

Nakajima Atsushi shared similar despair but clung to a sliver of hope: Since when does the Armed Detective Agency have that kind of money? Wouldn’t people realize something’s wrong?

Yosano took a deep breath and resumed her deadpan expression: I can already guess—they’ll say the agency used funds Atsushi-kun swindled from the Shibusawa family.

She clapped twice sarcastically: Brilliant. The Armed Detective Agency gets to shoulder the blame for Japan’s asset drainage too.

Nakajima Atsushi: .

He hadn’t even met Bai Qilin in person—how could he possibly have done such a thing?!

Damn mastermind! Though he still didn’t know their identity, if he ever found them, he would never let them off easily!!!

Meanwhile, Yunxi—the very mastermind Atsushi was cursing—had just checked into a hotel with Gogol and Sigma for the night.

After running around all day, Yunxi felt he must be quite dirty, so he was now soaking in a hot bath.

Suddenly, Yunxi couldn’t hold back: Achoo! Achoo!

Is the weather getting colder? Yunxi tilted his head in confusion.

The next second, Yunxi reached out and turned up the water temperature a bit, then closed his eyes and continued bathing, occasionally imitating a goldfish by blowing two bubbles underwater.

His long black hair spread out in the water, only occasionally moving with the current, looking like quiet coral.

Yunxi: Gurgle… So comfortable, this is what life should be…

Speaking of which, it would be nice if Korya could bathe with the player, but with the naive and clingy Sigma here, better forget it… Gurgle…

At the same moment, outside, Gogol and Sigma—whom Yunxi was thinking about—sat facing each other, thinking frantically.

To be honest, Gogol and Sigma’s past relationship was quite ordinary.

Gogol was somewhat interested in Sigma but not particularly so, while Sigma was fearful of Gogol. If not for Gogol’s performative personality that made him exceptionally enthusiastic toward everyone, and Sigma’s habit of giving others some face, the two alone together would likely have been extremely awkward.

But now it was different. After several days of framing the Armed Detective Agency, Gogol and Sigma had developed a very deep revolutionary friendship.

They had even spent several consecutive nights lying on the same bed, one holding Yunxi’s left hand and the other his right hand, with one eye standing guard and the other keeping watch, afraid that someone might sneak away behind the other’s back.

If not for Gogol’s space-based special ability, Sigma would probably have demanded two locks on the door—one locked by him and one by Gogol, each keeping a key to ensure neither could run off alone.

But neither of them wanted this kind of friendship at all.

After staring at each other for who knows how long, Gogol finally forced a dry laugh: Haha, must we really stop the world war decades from now? How about we forget it? This clown wasn’t ever that righteous…

Sigma abruptly raised his hands to cover his face: …No objections!

Once the Armed Detective Agency completes its vindication and the whole truth is revealed, with the Decay of the Angel’s plan succeeding, the world war might indeed be gone—but the next world war would likely break out between them!!!

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It’s the super adorable six-person Q&A with Yunxi, Guo Zi, Xiameng, Shibusawa, the God of Fate, and Fedya!

PS: Thanks to the lovely Xiang Chaosheng for [Busy Master Yunxi is taking care of his two little birds again (but one is a Korya bird, the other is also a Korya bird)] and [Yunxi (ID photo version)]! They’ve been added to the character card, Masters please check [cat paw]