I Became the Savior on the Fourth Day of Disaster - Chapter 60 (Including 16.6k Nutrient Solution Bonus) ^...

Chapter 60 (Including 16.6k Nutrient Solution Bonus) ^…

After resting for a few days, Yunxi started clinging to Sigma again.

Sigma did think Yunxi was being a bit too clingy, but he genuinely missed Yunxi too. The only reason he had been able to hold back before was because he needed to protect the [Sky Casino] Yunxi left behind and deal with various factions. Showing any longing for Yunxi would only make certain parties think they could take advantage.

Now that Yunxi had returned, he no longer had to face so many things alone, and his emotions finally had an outlet.

Thus, during this period, Sigma was practically indulgent toward Yunxi’s clingy behavior.

When Yunxi braided small pigtails into the white side of his hair, he endured it. When Yunxi rubbed against his white hair, he endured it. When Yunxi wanted to hold hands while sleeping at night, he endured… No! This he couldn’t endure!

The Clown was still watching him!!!

Fortunately, Yunxi didn’t insist.

Alright then, Yunxi said. Sigma, I’ll come find you to play again tomorrow!

And so, days passed, and Sigma gradually couldn’t contain his curiosity any longer.

Yunxi, did you really know Gogol-kun from long ago? Sigma asked quietly after making sure Gogol wasn’t around. Then why did you… disappear back then? And why did Gogol-kun leave Russia?

Yunxi: Huh? Didn’t Korya tell you?

Sigma nodded honestly, then shook his head: His version was too exaggerated.

Between Yunxi being crazily partial to Little Gogol, and Yunxi being willing to die rather than let Little Gogol suffer the slightest injustice, Sigma found it hard to believe.

The circus master cruelly massacred civilians, while the Municipal Public Security Bureau fully implemented the Clear and Bright Operation. Yunxi said with deep gravity. Horizontal inscription: Russia’s campaign against organized crime is underway.

Sigma: .

So Yunxi was forced to disappear, and Little Gogol was driven out of Russia?

He didn’t believe it.

This wasn’t just an exaggeration problem anymore, this was an absurdity problem!

And so, Yunxi and Gogol were kicked off the [Sky Casino] by Sigma who was recalling their absurd stories.

Just as well, I just returned and still have many things to do. Yunxi held onto Gogol, enjoyed the airflow from free falling for a moment, then buried his head against Gogol’s neck again, shouting loudly, Korya, let’s go to Europe!

Soon, at the Nameless Organization.

Yunxi couldn’t stand watching this burly European grown man cry. When Gogol cried, there was some charm to it, but when this guy cried, it was just ridiculous.

So Yunxi interrupted: Enough, enough. I was fine anyway, no need for this.

By the way, has the Nameless Organization encountered any troubles during this time?

Lao Chou wanted to say no, but the words changed as they reached his lips: We encountered many troubles. Those major organizations bullied our people, and some even called us a cult. But we just want to give all ordinary people equal rights to live properly…

Yunxi coldly interrupted: Understood. Those guys definitely need to be taught a lesson.

The great Savior worked hard to save the world, not so these people could continue being oppressors who trample on others!

Lao Chou instantly became excited: Then Master, could you take me along when the time comes…

Gogol beside him immediately darkened his expression, though his tone remained light: Hmm?

Lao Chou: .

Never mind, he didn’t say anything.

Then Master, would you like to visit your Imperial Ancestral Temple?! Lao Chou quickly regained his energy. The Nameless Organization has returned all the offerings, but many people still left messages there for you, all praising you!

At this, Yunxi was genuinely tempted.

He went with Gogol, following Lao Chou to his first Imperial Ancestral Temple, where they saw densely packed wooden wishing plaques tied with red threads hanging from the railings.

They covered an entire wall, standing at least 3 meters tall. It was unclear how the highest plaques had even been hung.

The wall wasn’t far from the entrance, and occasional breezes would make the red threads flutter, causing the plaques to knock against each other with crisp, ringing sounds.

Not only was Yunxi astonished, but Gogol also showed a slightly surprised expression.

When Clown was here last time, there didn’t seem to be these…

Lao Chou: When was Mr. Gogol’s last visit? These have indeed become popular only recently. Some members from the organization started making them, saying handmade wishing plaques better express sincerity. Since they’re very low-cost, the Nameless Organization had no reason to refuse. So the plaques kept multiplying…

Then Lao Chou changed the subject: But few people make wishes for themselves here—most are for Master Yunxi.

Like this one, it says ‘Master Yunxi, I want to love you forever’!

Gogol snapped back to attention, his expression odd: Love forever…

Yunxi: ?!

Damn! Don’t harm the Savior!

Yunxi quickly pulled Gogol closer, trying to find evidence that the plaque writer wasn’t familiar with the Savior, but fell silent the moment he clearly saw what was written.

Gogol was simply confused, while Yunxi hesitated several times, unable to speak.

Finally, Yunxi asked: What’s written here seems to be ‘Yunxi six enter, I want receive you one rely’?

Lao Chou: ??!!

Lao Chou was first shocked, then deeply distressed, declaring that the literacy level of everyone in the Nameless Organization’s territory must be improved. He needed to return immediately to draft the latest plan and wouldn’t be staying with Yunxi and Gogol for now.

Yunxi’s expression grew even stranger, but he didn’t refuse: Well… it’s fine, you can go back first. I have other plans later and won’t be staying with the Nameless Organization.

By the way. Yunxi added before Lao Chou left: You could also work on improving your literacy.

Lao Chou, who hadn’t expected to reveal his own poor language skills: …

Lao Chou fled in embarrassment amid Gogol’s laughter.

Although mainly to reassure Lao Chou, Yunxi hadn’t lied—he really did have other plans.

Soon, Yunxi and Gogol set off for Russia.

Their goal was clear: the school Yunxi had previously donated to.

It was 2:30 PM, right during class hours. Not wanting to disturb the students, Yunxi and Gogol sat on the rooftop of a nearby building, using their sharp eyesight to observe from afar.

This school was visibly not well-off, but fortunately, the funds were spent where they mattered most—the teaching facilities and classroom environments were excellent, and the teachers were dedicated to their work.

Yunxi watched for a while before growing bored.

He simply lifted Gogol’s overcoat and draped it over his head to block the sunlight, then focused his attention on observing Gogol.

Gogol was still resting his chin in his hands, watching the students.

Yunxi spoke abruptly, Korya, actually, back then, I wanted to send you here.

Gogol: ?

Gogol truly hadn’t known about this. After all, Yunxi, as the circus director, had left far too suddenly, and Gogol had absolutely no interest in restrictive places like schools. Even if the officers had suggested he come here, he had ignored them.

So, could it be…?

Haha, little Yunxi, you didn’t fund this school from the start just to lock the Clown in this cage, did you?

Yunxi blinked, his emerald-green eyes filled with innocent naivety. Is that not allowed?

Gogol: …

Of course not! The Clown is willing to be locked in a cage by little Yunxi, but that cage cannot be one named school!

As Gogol was still pondering how to respond, a woman he recognized but had never formally spoken to appeared on the open ground below without him noticing.

She asked in Russian, May I come up?

[Overcoat] activated, and the woman appeared beside the two of them.

She showed no fear of heights, quietly sitting at the edge of the rooftop just like Yunxi and Gogol.

Gogol didn’t understand why she had come, but her conversation with Yunxi soon clarified most of it.

The woman said, It seems my Special ability is not all-knowing. I worried unnecessarily about what happened before.

Yunxi tried hard to recall but failed. What was it you said back then?

The woman: …I said, no matter what happens in the world, the fault does not lie with you.

Yunxi suddenly understood. Oh, no wonder I forgot. Of course, the fault isn’t mine! Everyone in the world is alive because of me. Whatever goes wrong, it’s their own fault!

The woman: .

Well, at least he doesn’t internalize blame.

Will you and this Clown gentleman be staying in Russia a bit longer this time? the woman quickly changed the subject. Many people here would like to meet you…

Her subordinates, the officers who had investigated the circus incident back then, the undercover agents recently rescued from drug dealers, and even higher-ups who had heard of Yunxi’s deeds—all of them wanted to see Yunxi, even if Yunxi himself felt no particular connection to Russia.

Gogol immediately interjected, Hmm, that won’t be possible!

After all, little Yunxi’s schedule is packed… Right, little Yunxi?

Yunxi actually wanted to go, but if Gogol didn’t, he was fine with skipping it.

Alright. The woman sounded disappointed but cooperatively stepped back. You can still contact me if anything comes up next time.

Even if it’s just for sightseeing in Russia and you need a guide, the same applies, she added.

Gogol: Mhm.

No need for that. Though he traveled all over the world, he was, after all, Russian!

Yunxi and Gogol began their journey to Zhonghua.

Unlike their previous trips to two other locations, this time they traveled underground.

Sitting in a small vehicle that freely navigated the subterranean passages, Yunxi and Gogol gradually fell into deep thought.

Gogol glanced at the compacted soil around them, observed the small vehicle rapidly advancing from Russia toward Zhonghua, and noticed the numerous branching paths extending in all directions. His expression gradually grew peculiar.

No wonder Clown always felt someone was watching him…

With such an extensive underground network, wasn’t it perfectly normal for these people to monitor him?

But did that mean he’d have to follow Yunxi’s example from now on—inspecting the ground and then frantically checking underground upon arriving anywhere?

Wasn’t that a bit excessive?

While Gogol was still pondering, the small vehicle had already reached its destination.

Mr. Yunxi! Long time no see! Waiting on the surface was Aunt Xu, her face beaming with joy. I knew you wouldn’t die over such a trivial matter!

The surrounding people:…

Such a blunt Aunt Xu, such a formidable character setting.

Fortunately, the others remained reliable, and soon the conversation returned to its proper course.

Anyway, I never actually died from the beginning, Yunxi strained to produce an explanation. I just wanted to take a break—it’s not that I didn’t want to be the Savior anymore.

It was unclear whether the surrounding people believed him or not, but they all expressed sentiments like I see now and As expected of the Savior, effortlessly achieving a public fake death in front of everyone.

Subsequently, some people continued to surround Yunxi, while others engaged Gogol in discussions about topics that interested him, such as amusing Esper tools and intriguing incidents…

The more Gogol listened, the more tempted he became. Finally, after bidding farewell to Yunxi, he followed the others to retrieve the supposedly prank-friendly Esper tool.

Seeing Gogol depart, these people quickly revealed their true intentions.

They presented Yunxi with previously collected videos showing how Gogol—after Yunxi’s departure—had dealt with those who obstructed him and those who exploited Yunxi’s name.

In every video, Clown appeared exceptionally cold-blooded and ruthless, his pure white cloak consistently stained with splattered blood. After repeated pleas for mercy, the exaggerated smile Clown displayed was enough to become any normal person’s nightmare.

This Clown is an Esper with very little moral compass, someone remarked. Yunxi, he might have once protected you with his life, but that’s only because he believed you were kindred spirits. Once your ideologies clash…

Clown would absolutely not hesitate to turn against Yunxi.

Yunxi blinked: But our ideologies have already clashed.

What…?

Yunxi suddenly raised his voice: Korya, over here!

A nearby Esper continued: Yes, it cannot be easily predicted or interrupted. However, we have the Esper who created it here—they can control its activation or deactivation… Would you like to try it now?

Of course Gogol wanted to try.

But the moment the Esper tool activated, the titanium alloy bird Gogol carried with him suddenly came to life.

It flapped its wings and, under everyone’s astonished gazes, flew toward the window adorned with gold, silver, and jewels.

Gogol immediately teleported the freedom-seeking bird back.

The bird still attempted to fly away again

Gogol fumbled in a flurry, but Yunxi promptly reached out and directly stored the little bird into the player’s backpack.

Gogol visibly relaxed instantly, and the next second, he shoved the esper tool to the nearby Chinese.

Clown is no longer needed, Gogol said with exaggerated sorrow on his face. I’ll return it to you.

Everyone present: …

Wasn’t it said that this Clown had always been pursuing freedom? The speed of giving up was way too fast!

The conversation soon ended. Yunxi made an agreement with these people to visit China more often when they had time, then followed the professionals to where Fyodor was being held.

That’s right—Fyodor was currently detained in China.

Because China had too many underground tunnels, whenever other countries imprisoned Fyodor, the little rat would always manage to slip in due to various reasons. Each time, China would discover him, capture him through the underground tunnels, and hand him over to the local authorities.

This was far too embarrassing. Over time, those places became unwilling to keep Fyodor locked up.

Fortunately, China was truly willing to take him in and even built a new prison specifically for Fyodor, who enjoyed brainwashing others.

When Yunxi and Gogol entered, they happened to see Fyodor operating a sewing machine.

One could only say that Fyodor was indeed Fyodor. Even while working the sewing machine, he still appeared elegant and composed.

Gogol, however, couldn’t hold back: Hahaha, Fyodor-kun!

Fyodor tilted his head slightly, glanced at the two, and despite clearly being at a disadvantage, his expression remained calm.

Continuing to pedal, he asked, Yunxi-kun, Gogol-kun? Why have you come to see me?

Hadn’t his plans completely failed already?

Yunxi reminded him, Fyodor, you said that as long as I completed the Decay of the Angel mission, you would tell me about the crisis capable of destroying the world.

Although Yunxi had long learned much from the Book, he still wanted to know Fyodor’s perspective.

Fyodor’s response to this was:

The crisis that could destroy the world is, of course, the Divine Being: Rain Imperial. What else could it possibly be?

Yunxi: …

Yunxi stared at him with dead-fish eyes.

…Alright, it seems you are already quite informed.

Fyodor sighed softly and took a step back. If you still wish to know the truth now, I can certainly tell you.

Fyodor’s explanation was very straightforward, and Yunxi understood it immediately.

There truly were gods beyond this world, but they were terribly mischievous—only sufficiently thrilling stories and bloody scenes could capture their attention.

Fyodor’s initial wish had indeed been to stop espers from committing evil. But at that moment, Fyodor suddenly realized that if he brought peace to the world, it would lose the gods’ attention and be utterly doomed.

So Fyodor adjusted his plans. While attempting to save ordinary people, he schemed relentlessly to kill all espers worldwide.

In Fyodor’s view, espers were inherently heretics—a group that, despite having no real value, had gained the attention of the gods.

Eliminating them was perfectly justified; he was merely trading the misfortune of heretics for the happiness of ordinary people.

During the airport battle, Fyodor did not command the divine being to deliver fatal blows to Yunxi and his companions because Fyodor knew Yunxi genuinely wanted to save the world.

Fyodor intended to keep Yunxi alive—either to enlist his help in the future or to position him as the next stage’s boss, ensuring this world would continue operating perpetually under the divine gaze.

Unfortunately, he failed.

With all dust settled and the story returning to mundanity, their world was about to face destruction.

Fyodor slightly lowered his eyelids: So? Having learned this truth, what do you intend to do now? You certainly won’t let me leave…

Gogol interjected: But, Fyodor-kun, this world won’t perish over such matters anymore.

Fyodor’s pupils dilated slightly.

Yunxi also grasped Fyodor’s perspective, and thus no longer hesitated to reveal the truth: Correct. It happened when I fulfilled the Savior’s mission.

Fyodor’s mind raced rapidly, ultimately reaching a conclusion that shocked him.

Fyodor stared sharply at Yunxi: You are this world’s deity?!

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Author’s Note: Extra update tomorrow at 12 PM—it’ll be the final main story chapter (not very long)! Another update at 6 PM featuring Guo Zi meeting the parents as a bonus chapter!

Happy National Day everyone~