I Became the Savior on the Fourth Day of Disaster - Chapter 62: Guo Zi Meets the Family Soviet? Soviet is good!...

Chapter 62: Guo Zi Meets the Family Soviet? Soviet is good!…

“So this is little Yunxi’s world?” Gogol circled Yunxi’s house in confusion, “It doesn’t look much different from my world.”

Yunxi withdrew the hand that had just used [Scales of Fate] on the Holographic Pod to forcibly exchange Gogol out, saying: “Well, there really isn’t much difference. The customs of various countries are quite similar too, but we don’t have a Special ability system, and it’s a bit more peaceful here.”

“Also, Korya, it’s best if you speak Chinese here. Russian is fine too, but speak slowly. If you speak too fast, I won’t understand…”

Yunxi said a lot in one breath, finally remembering the most crucial issue: “Oh, and your identity! You can’t get by without a legal identity in our world!”

Saying this, Yunxi changed the direction of using [Scales of Fate], praying while using it:

“Will of my world, I’ve heard from other worlds that I’m your World Cornerstone, your most important existence… Please, since I like Korya so much, let me exchange for an identity that Korya can use!”

Just as Gogol turned back in confusion, he heard Yunxi exclaim cheerfully: “[Scales of Fate] was successful!”

Gogol: …?

Is Yunxi really this world’s favored son?

Anyway, Gogol, now changed into casual clothes, was taken out by Yunxi.

Along the way, Gogol attracted quite a few turned heads.

Although many people looked at Yunxi first, showing expressions of sudden understanding, then looked at Gogol, displaying attitudes of disdain, enlightenment, beating their chests in frustration, scrutiny… which was somewhat strange, Yunxi successfully brushed it off with explanations like “because you have a rare foreign appearance,” “you’re tall,” “you look like Gogol from ‘The Sims: Yokohama,’ they think you’re a cosplayer,” and “they’re looking at me because of you, see how they look at you much more than me.”

Gogol politely believed it.

But while Gogol was waiting for Yunxi to buy milk tea, a young girl finally couldn’t resist and approached.

Gogol: ?

Gogol didn’t want to engage with her, so he chose to say in Russian: “Sorry, I don’t speak Chinese. If you have anything, please talk to little Yunxi…”

Unfortunately, this girl really wasn’t there for Gogol. She bypassed Gogol, who was spouting a bunch of things she couldn’t understand, and went straight to Yunxi.

Then, she excitedly said: “Streamer, I’m your fan! Congratulations! Your white-haired guy finally returned to the country!”

“By the way, now that your white-haired guy is back, will you still update your content? I love your videos so much, I’d be really sad if you stopped updating…”

Gogol, who actually understood Chinese: Huh?

Yunxi’s home.

“…One day you finally released that other bird, perhaps you’ve long forgotten the words he once said about being willing to give up freedom.”

Gogol would read aloud for a while, then pause, look at Yunxi, chuckle softly a couple times, then continue reading, pause again, look at Yunxi, chuckle, continue… stubbornly reading through the entire script of one of Yunxi’s videos like this.

The whole time, Yunxi kept his face buried in his palms, his entire body stiff, only his toes frantically curling.

Gogol finally couldn’t hold back anymore and laughed outright.

Gogol was in an exceptionally good mood. Abruptly learning that Yunxi had been missing him in this world too, he felt so exhilarated he could’ve kissed Yunxi a hundred times in one go.

Unfortunately, Yunxi’s face was covered by his hands, so Gogol couldn’t reach him. In the end, Gogol just offered a rare serious explanation:

“Little Yunxi doesn’t need to worry about these things. The Clown does want little Yunxi to gain freedom, but if that freedom contradicts what the Clown desires, the Clown wouldn’t do it!”

Just like how he was willing to write [This world has no Savior.] after Yunxi “died”, but if Yunxi were still here, even if it meant suffering, Gogol wouldn’t easily let go.

This was the first time Gogol had ever admitted to pursuing something contradictory to “freedom”, but Yunxi didn’t realize it.

Yunxi was still trying to prevent his toes from digging castles into his own sofa, but he finally lifted his head: “Then Korya, you’re not allowed to laugh at me anymore.”

Seeing this, Gogol leaned closer and said, “Korya won’t laugh.”

“Yunxi! We brought your cousin to see you!” The door was suddenly thrown open, and the next second, two simultaneous gasps were heard.

Along with them came Yunxi’s father’s voice, shocked to near breaking point: “Xiao Xi, who is he?!”

Yunxi: …

Yunxi: “Dad, speak normally.”

*

Gogol looked at the several people whose facial features clearly showed blood relation, and pretended to be obedient as he accepted the tea offered by Yunxi’s father in a host’s manner.

Yunxi’s mother seized the opportunity to ask: “Young man, are you Yunxi’s lover? What’s your name?”

Gogol: “Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol Yanovsky… but just call me Korya! That’s my nickname, what close people call me!”

Yunxi’s mother’s gaze toward Gogol carried a hint of satisfaction. She turned and scolded Yunxi: “How can you do nothing when Korya comes to your home!”

Yunxi looked gloomily at Gogol, his eyes clearly saying: “Putting on the act again, Korya.”

Gogol wanted to laugh but managed to restrain himself.

But soon, Gogol couldn’t laugh anymore.

Because after the initial excitement passed, Yunxi’s family’s caution reclaimed the high ground, and they began examining Gogol’s background with the careful precision of bomb disposal experts.

First, whether those beautiful earrings on Yunxi’s ears were from Gogol, if so approximately how much they cost, through what channels they were purchased, and whether it was legal.

Then how Gogol and Yunxi met, which school he graduated from, and what he currently did for work.

Also why Gogol liked Yunxi, how long they’d known each other…

And Yunxi’s cousin, who had been quiet all along, immediately pulled out her laptop to verify the graduation school Gogol mentioned for his current identity, only starting conversation with him after confirming everything checked out.

But even her conversation contained probing questions – testing Gogol’s professional knowledge every three sentences, deliberately making a mistake every six sentences. Each time she spoke she acted nonchalant, but Gogol could tell that if he answered even one wrong, it would instantly trigger the other’s alarm.

Finally, Gogol spent the entire afternoon doing nothing but answering questions. He was taken to the hospital for an urgent physical examination and then accompanied Yunxi’s family for a meal.

By the time the meal ended, the physical examination report was finally ready.

It showed that Gogol was in excellent health with no diseases whatsoever.

Gogol thought this would be the end of it—that he could return soon. But after Yunxi’s mother stuffed a bank card into his hand as a meeting gift, she suddenly took out her phone and made a video call to Yunxi’s grandmother.

As soon as the call connected, Yunxi’s mother began introducing him: “Mom, this is Korya, Yunxi’s partner. We’ve all met him—he’s a wonderful young man! I wanted you to see him too…”

Grandma interrupted: “He looks unfamiliar. Is he not from around here?”

Yunxi’s mother: “No, he’s Russian. Can’t you tell?”

Grandma: “Where’s Russia? I don’t know.”

Yunxi’s mother: “Russia is Russia! You know, north of our…”

Yunxi interjected: “He’s Soviet.”

Grandma immediately changed her tune: “Oh, that’s wonderful then! Soviets are great!”

Grandpa happened to lean in: “Video calling again? Who’s that on the other end? Still with white hair?”

Grandma: “It’s Yunxi’s partner. He’s Soviet.”

Grandpa: “Ah, a Soviet. No wonder his hair is a bit white. He seems a bit old, but if Yunxi likes him, that’s what matters.”

Gogol: …?

This is even stranger. Is Yunxi’s entire family this peculiar?

*

“Finally, we’re back!” Yunxi relaxed into the couch. “Let’s not go out tomorrow. I think resting at home for a day sounds perfect!”

Gogol thought so too.

He held Yunxi close, breathing in his scent for a long while. He only moved his arm when Yunxi wanted to switch hands while playing on his phone, then quickly pressed close again.

Throughout it all, Gogol never took his eyes off Yunxi.

As Gogol had indirectly admitted not long ago, although he ultimately wrote [This world has no Savior] on the page of the Book, the truth was that during the period when Yunxi had disappeared and Gogol had regained all his memories, he had thought countless times: “If little Yunxi returns now, I’ll ignore all the abnormalities about Yunxi and this world. I’ll use every means possible to make sure little Yunxi can never leave again.”

Even if this idea completely betrayed the “freedom” Gogol pursued, even if it would deepen the mistakes he’d made regarding Yunxi, he would still do it.

This thought had grown increasingly intense over time, only to be forcibly suppressed by the apparent fact of Yunxi’s permanent death.

In the end, those complex emotions transformed into the line on the page that would grant Yunxi complete freedom—and became a new cage imprisoning Gogol instead.

What if he hadn’t written that line on the page? What if he had written [The Savior returns from death] instead…?

All this pain and turmoil vanished the moment Yunxi returned.

Then erupted again upon learning that Yunxi could travel to another world.

So, Yunxi had always been able to leave him at will? And would continue to be able to?

It was rare for Gogol to feel so restless and anxious, but watching Yunxi—so powerful that the entire world yielded to him—he restrained himself.

He first casually brought up the incident when Yunxi had scratched his own eyes, rekindling Yunxi’s guilt toward him, then strolled with Yunxi through his own world again and again.

Finally, he accepted Yunxi’s invitation to visit Yunxi’s world.

Gogol waited in place for three minutes, until the world spun before his eyes and he abruptly arrived in another world.

During those three minutes, Gogol had pondered a lot. Fortunately, Yunxi truly kept his promise—otherwise…

Just then, Yunxi had used up all the stamina he had accumulated in the game. Opening the task list, he found no more stamina to claim. Reluctantly, Yunxi turned off his phone and nudged Gogol’s arm.

Bath, Yunxi said succinctly.

Gogol snapped back to attention, full of energy: The Clown acknowledges!

With great enthusiasm, Gogol transported the lazily squinting Yunxi to the bathroom. Yunxi, too lazy to move, merely cooperated passively throughout—until Gogol’s hand slid to his waist, and Yunxi’s eyes shot open.

Something wasn’t right.

The next moment, Yunxi tried to escape, but Gogol warped the space around him, leaving Yunxi running in place.

After struggling for a while and realizing he hadn’t moved an inch, Yunxi looked up at Gogol with a resentful gaze. Using a trick you never even tried on the Port Mafia boss or the Armed Detective Agency chief on me? Korya, you’re being rather presumptuous.

Gogol leaned in, a theatrical grin plastered across his face. Haha! But little Yunxi wouldn’t refuse the Clown’s magic performance, would he?

Yunxi indeed wouldn’t refuse Gogol. Besides, Yunxi had never done such a thing in real life and was quite curious.

But since real-life Yunxi could feel pain, he had one condition: Fine… but don’t go overboard!

Gogol agreed.

The entire process that followed was gentle and unhurried. Even Gogol’s favorite drawn-out, rough kisses were replaced with light, pecking kisses on the cheeks.

Yunxi was quite satisfied. When Gogol finished and rested inside him briefly, Yunxi reached out and tugged gently on a strand of curly white hair that fell over Gogol’s shoulder.

Of course, Yunxi didn’t pull hard—he couldn’t bear to.

So, Korya, you really are a Little White Bird, aren’t you? Having caught Gogol’s attention, Yunxi mused, This level of clinginess is exactly like a hand-raised bird!

Mmm. Gogol blinked but didn’t deny it.

Instead, he began moving at an agonizingly slow pace, waiting—from the moment Yunxi’s voice first wavered slightly, to when Yunxi fell apart, to when just a kiss on the cheek made those turquoise earrings sway… Finally, Gogol waited until Yunxi begged him to go faster.

This time, Gogol remained just as obedient.

He teleported his fingers inside, pressing against Yunxi’s most sensitive spot, then thrust in deeply the moment Yunxi was about to lose control, grinding forcefully several times.

From then on, it was the Clown’s show.

Even as he said this, Gogol swelled larger inside.

The next moment, ignoring Yunxi’s protests, Gogol resumed his movements.

Gogol knew he wasn’t some hand-raised Little White Bird, but Korya is Yunxi’s bird—this was something little Yunxi had acknowledged.

Moreover, even though Yunxi had become so powerful, his rejection still didn’t carry any special energy, which could only mean that Yunxi didn’t actually dislike him and had no intention of abandoning him.

Well, Yunxi might be angry after today, but he would apologize properly.

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Author’s Note: Next chapter features Guo Zi’s memories + wedding! [Heart][Purple Candy]