I Became the Savior on the Fourth Day of Disaster - Chapter 6: Question! Who Am I?

Chapter 6 Question! Who Am I?

Yunxi simply refused to go back with Chuya.

Nakahara Chuya felt for the first time that he had worn out his lips trying to persuade her: What good is there in staying here? Wouldn’t it be fine to bring your things to the Sheep’s base?
Yunxi shook her head firmly: I think they’ll steal my stuff.
Chuya: Clearly, you’re the only one who likes to steal…
Yunxi stared at Nakahara Chuya, her teal eyes looking particularly meaningful.

Nakahara Chuya, recalling the scene of Yunxi’s first formal meeting with the little Sheep: .

Chuya, flushed with embarrassment and anger: But these things of yours have no value!
Shirase and the others stole alcohol, watches, food, and medicine, but they would absolutely never steal such trivial items!

Yunxi wore an expression that said, Really? I don’t believe you.
Nakahara Chuya took a deep breath: But if you leave your things here, they could still be stolen when you’re away during the day, right? This reason of yours doesn’t convince me.
The two locked eyes, and after a long moment, Yunxi was the first to relent.

Alright, there’s actually another reason. Yunxi looked troubled. I smelled it today—there’s smoke in the Sheep’s base.
After waiting for a while and realizing there was no follow-up, Nakahara Chuya said: Huh? That’s it?
Yunxi was displeased: What do you mean, ‘that’s it’? Smoking is really bad! It’s harmful to your health and addictive… secondhand smoke is especially bad! If I keep living there, I’ll have to get up in the middle of the night to perform rituals and pray for Lin Zexu to come back to life!
Nakahara Chuya didn’t quite understand, but he grasped her general meaning.

He fumed on the spot for a while, and in the end, he decided to leave Yunxi to her own devices.

I’m not going to live here with you. Nakahara Chuya calmed down. Since you insist on staying here, tomorrow morning, you can wait for me at the entrance of the Sheep’s base yourself.
Seeing the black-haired girl nod obediently, Nakahara Chuya clicked his tongue in annoyance, turned around, and left.

Nakahara Chuya found that the door of the abandoned factory seemed to be stuck.

Nakahara Chuya: ???

Just as he was about to ask what was going on, he saw Yunxi hurriedly run over and lift a sheet of metal he had thought was just a rusty piece of iron.

Hidden inside was a lock that Nakahara Chuya hadn’t noticed earlier. It automatically locked the moment the door was closed, and it looked sturdy enough that it couldn’t be easily broken.

Yunxi pulled out a piece of wire and fiddled with it inside.

Click. The lock opened.

Alright, you can go out now. Yunxi turned her head, surprised. Why that expression? Weren’t you just wondering how my things are protected during the day, Chuya? Well, now you know—this is how. After all, as long as the thief can’t get out, my things won’t be stolen.
The reason there’s no key is because I deliberately destroyed it to avoid accidentally dropping it and having someone else pick it up…
Nakahara Chuya: .

Nakahara Chuya returned with a bellyful of pent-up anger.

After watching Nakahara Chuya walk away, Yunxi took out a phone she had stolen today from a mafia member near the clinic.

Taped to the back of the phone was a note instructing Yunxi on how to contact Dr. Mori. It was clear that the impatient Dr. Mori had intentionally had the mafia member carry it.

Yunxi didn’t find it strange that a doctor could hire mafia for protection. After investigating Yokohama these past few days, he had come to understand the importance of doctors in this city.

Having no healing abilities himself, Yunxi decided not to offend Doctor Mori for now and planned to conduct proper transactions with him.

Thinking this, Yunxi quickly disassembled his phone using the knowledge he’d acquired over the past two days, located the hidden listening device inside, stabbed it with a knife, and ground it into pieces with a twisting motion.

After completing this, Yunxi calmly reassembled the phone as if nothing had happened and sent Doctor Mori a message:

[The leader of Sheep can use gravity ability.]

After a while, the reply came: [.]

Yunxi: [The leader of Sheep can’t control his little sheep.]

[.]

Not enough???

Yunxi: [Besides Nakahara Chuuya, there’s also a space-type ability user in the Sheep organization who can transfer toxins for others.]

Although this wasn’t directly related to Nakahara Chuuya, this information wasn’t known to the outside world – it should be worth something, right?!

This time, the reply took much longer.

[Two rolls of bandages.]

Yunxi: !!!

Yunxi immediately seized the opportunity:

[I’m sure I can obtain more information soon. Do you have sufficient supplies? Can I exchange for two additional bandage changes for that person?

Also, could you let me see his current condition? Is he still bleeding? If so, approximately how large is the affected area…]

As long as he knew the specific details, Yunxi could estimate how much inventory Doctor Mori actually had, allowing him to carefully ration out just enough information about Nakahara Chuuya!

As for the person providing the bandages… Yunxi had genuinely forgotten Dazai Osamu’s name.

After all, the other party had been absent during these past few days of gameplay, and since he had nothing connecting him to the player, it was really difficult to recall that somewhat unusual Japanese name.

But it didn’t matter – thoughtful Yunxi would use some symbols to indicate who he meant.

Yunxi: [It’s the person providing the bandages (-ω）.]

Yunxi: [If he’s awake, he might look like this（◎ω）.]

The other side stopped responding again.

After a long while, a new message finally appeared on Yunxi’s phone.

No deal.

Yunxi, who was suspected of wanting to see an NPC naked: .

Aren’t the thoughts of NPCs in this holographic game too vulgar!!!

Forget it, forget it, no point getting angry. I should have known earlier that prejudice in people’s hearts is like Sichuan province.
While comforting himself, Yunxi put his phone back into his backpack.

Time to tidy up and get some sleep.

Tomorrow he still needed to find Nakahara Chuuya!

While thinking about how to gather more information about Nakahara Chuuya tomorrow, Yunxi’s hands never stopped moving.

He moved all his belongings to another ruined section of the factory.

Perfect! This way, any mafia coming to assassinate me won’t know my exact hiding spot, preventing my good luck from making them unable to reach this location!
Yunxi arranged a human-shaped form on the mat, while he himself crawled into the triangular space formed by two cement slabs beneath the mat.

Next, he took out a phone, recorded some light breathing sounds, threw the phone onto the mat, set it to loop playback, then gripped his gun, suppressed his breathing, and waited quietly.

In the first half of the night, gunshots rang out several times, but soon the factory returned to silence, with only a faint scent of blood spreading through the air.

For the next full 30 minutes, there was no unusual activity. Yunxi tilted his head, stretched his neck and shoulders, and adjusted the earpiece in his right ear.

The course How to Kill Perfectly, which Yunxi had purchased online for 9,888 yen, played automatically. Multitasking, he listened attentively to friends who kill frequently all know while keeping his eyes fixed on the factory window.

Another gunshot echoed, followed by a quicker return to silence.

No one would come for a while.

Yunxi checked the bodies, dragged the mattress back to the clean side, and gave himself a quick cleanup.

After finishing these tasks, Yunxi lay down openly in a spot visible immediately upon entering the factory and switched his earpiece audio to a 30-minute timed uncanny valley novel.

Against the backdrop of I won 100 billion, made everyone around me rich, and moved to the affluent district, Yunxi’s absolute luck took effect.

No mafia members came in the latter half of the night.

Yunxi had a wonderfully restful sleep.

The next day.

Yunxi cheerfully counted his current assets, then gathered items from the mafia members he had killed the previous night, along with unimportant things from his backpack, and piled them together with items originally left in the factory.

Meanwhile, Yunxi calculated in his mind how many organizations he had provoked and roughly how many more might come seeking him. Without pause, he stuffed the bodies one by one into the incinerator he had modified using knowledge he had acquired:

The remaining organizations with grudges against me shouldn’t be too many… I’ll take it slower from now on. Dealing with one organization per night is enough.
Killing you today, him tomorrow—spacing it out like this won’t make this Savior seem too merciful, nor too cruel…
After confirming the incinerator was operating normally, Yunxi stood up directly, swaying his head as he walked out, casually replacing the lock on the factory door with one that could secure it properly.

Feeling at ease, Yunxi walked away.

In a corner Yunxi hadn’t noticed, a figure in white was desperately stifling laughter.

He knew staying here would lead to something incredibly amusing!

Freedom—such absolute freedom!!!

The Clown can’t wait to discuss his views on freedom with Yunxi-kun!

Yunxi arrived at the Sheep with a carefree expression and encountered a visibly distressed Nakahara Chuuya.

Yunxi: ?

While Yunxi was puzzled, Nakahara Chuuya stared at him with a strange expression for a long while.

Chuuya’s mood was particularly low.

Simply put, the previous night, because he hadn’t brought Yunxi back with him, the other lambs had mocked and criticized him.

The lambs felt he was too lenient with Yunxi, and even Yuzu Xing, who had initially liked Yunxi, remained silent.

But looking at Yunxi’s innocent face, Chuuya said nothing.

He only stated, Let’s go.
Yunxi began to experience the feeling of a fox borrowing the tiger’s might!

Yunxi was genuinely starting to like this NPC, Nakahara Chuuya—powerful, principled, and so polite he’d even help an elderly woman cross the street!

Unfortunately, Yunxi had asked Nakahara Chuuya several times if he wanted anything, but Chuuya always said no. Yunxi couldn’t even find a way to reward this NPC.

In the end, Yunxi could only make a disappointed promise: Alright. But Chuya, since you’re so kind and brave, I’m willing to tell you a secret.
So, when it really comes time to save the world, I’ll be nicer to Yokohama. Yunxi said this with unusual seriousness.

Nakahara Chuuya: …

Nakahara Chuuya chased Yunxi away again.

Yunxi remained cheerful and smiling, completely unaware that Chuuya found him annoying.

The next day, after happily completing patrols with Nakahara Chuuya and helping resolve some minor troubles caused by the Sheep members, Yunxi prepared to head home.

Chuuya stopped Yunxi.

Did you go to school before? Chuuya’s tone was somewhat awkward. Could you teach me a little?
I know the streets of Yokohama become unsafe at night. I’ll walk you home later, Chuuya promised.

Yunxi: !

Without hesitation: Sure!
Meanwhile, Gogol who had prepared a gift and waited for a long time at the abandoned factory where Yunxi lived: ?

Huh? Isn’t Yunxi coming home today?

Yunxi did eventually return home.

However, this time Yunxi returned in an even more exhausted state than Chuuya had been in previous days.

Yunxi stopped at the factory entrance: Alright, Chuya, you can go back now.
Teaching Chuuya, a minor who had never received compulsory education, was truly exhausting. Moreover, while Yunxi could communicate seamlessly with Japanese people thanks to the game system, when it came to actual writing, he was still just Yunxi who only knew Chinese and English.

This directly resulted in Yunxi being unable to teach Chuuya anything else – he could only teach mathematics.

But after teaching for a while, what he taught kept getting simplified from calculus until the only thing Chuuya actually learned was the multiplication table.

Once Chuuya grew up, the mathematics and education communities wouldn’t be far from welcoming their own two airplanes!

In any case, Yunxi was really tired now. He didn’t have the energy to entertain Chuuya, nor the energy to change his sleeping area and door locks that Chuuya had seen.

Seeing that Chuuya still wanted to speak, Yunxi rephrased: I’ll stand here and watch you leave.
Chuuya’s face instantly turned pink. He pretended nothing was wrong but walked away with particularly heavy footsteps.

Yunxi also breathed a sigh of relief and entered the factory.

A hand wearing dark red gloves immediately covered Yunxi’s mouth, while the phone from which he had just sent a message was forcibly taken away.

An overwhelmingly strong force pressed down on Yunxi.

Yunxi: !

Just as his eyes widened, he heard an unfamiliar voice, as if someone was speaking right by his ear.

Author’s note: