I Became the Savior on the Fourth Day of Disaster - Chapter 63: The Wedding (Including Additional Chapter 6 to Thank Ningning's Long Review) I...

Chapter 63: The Wedding (Including Additional Chapter 6 to Thank Ningning’s Long Review) I…

Aside from safety, what’s the difference between this world’s Russia and the Russia from my world?

Yunxi watched a Russian youth nearby who was clearly using his Special ability for petty theft and asked in confusion.

Gogol pretended to think for a moment before replying: Well, perhaps because this world’s Russia once had a Clown, and the Clown’s regimental commander Yunxi?

Yunxi: .

Feeling guilty, Yunxi fell silent.

Gogol continued leading Yunxi forward.

But this time, as they walked, Gogol began to lose focus.

Though this was normal, after all – this was Russia.

Gogol hadn’t felt anything particularly special when he returned here before, but now, his mind couldn’t help recalling stories from his past.

The former Gogol hadn’t felt any attachment to his past, nor did he harbor intense negative emotions like hatred.

Gogol simply didn’t care.

After all, in Gogol’s remaining childhood memories, his parents didn’t love him, but they merely ignored him. They would disregard him when he made unnecessary demands, but they didn’t hate him or deliberately abuse him.

If there was anything particularly special, it might be that Little Gogol’s mother had mental health issues. Fortunately, she could barely pretend to be normal enough to prevent it from significantly affecting her work and life.

The only downside was that her mental illness was genetically passed down to Little Gogol through DNA.

But Little Gogol’s father quickly adapted to living with two mentally ill people, even considering it normal. So much so that Little Gogol never thought there was anything unusual about his own mental state when he was young.

Later, this couple died.

There was no dramatic death, no conspiracies or interference from Espers – just the simplest diseases caused by exhaustion and hunger.

Illness first overwhelmed Little Gogol’s father, then afflicted the mother who was left alone supporting the entire family. Both passed away one after another during the same winter.

During those two days, the snow falling outside the window seemed equally heavy.

Everything happened naturally and quietly – a very ordinary tragedy that was quite reasonable given the circumstances of that era.

Later, after Little Gogol finished all the food, he chose a day with decent weather to go out searching for food. He was kidnapped, abused, sold, insulted and mocked by formal circus employees, then saved by police officers who only knew how to uphold the justice in their hearts…

This part was somewhat more exciting, but still not pleasant memories.

Because at every crucial turning point, Little Gogol was unable to resist.

He was like a bird trapped in a cage, manipulated by others, forced to perform in a play with a predetermined outcome. So when kind-hearted police officers pointed him toward the path to a normal life, Little Gogol firmly chose to completely abandon everything and leave.

Little Gogol thought that this way, he would be free.

But after leaving Russia, Little Gogol discovered that his true feelings weren’t what he initially thought they were.

It seemed he didn’t actually hate the circus, nor did he hate being a clown.

He wanted to see life fade away, but would feel particularly sorrowful the moment he truly witnessed life passing.

He loved free little birds, but couldn’t help also noticing the wood where the birds perched…

Gogol had never understood why he was so strange. After thinking for a long time, he only assumed he was breaking through mental constraints to pursue freedom.

In this memory, after Little Gogol was captured and brought back by the circus animal trainer, he didn’t suffer the beating adult Gogol had imagined. Instead, he encountered Yunxi, who had used her special ability to replace the original circus master.

Yunxi brutally killed the trainer right in front of Little Gogol, then gently asked if his wounds hurt.

What had Little Gogol been thinking at that time?

Oh, Little Gogol thought this circus master was very beautiful, but something felt off about her. She probably wanted to use this method to warn him that if he dared escape, he’d end up like the trainer.

But Little Gogol was too weak to deliver a fatal blow to the master. So, he decided to test her first.

In adult Gogol’s recollection, Little Gogol’s probing was full of flaws, and only Yunxi could pretend not to notice.

However, Yunxi’s menacing disguise was equally terrible, appearing very obvious in Little Gogol’s eyes. This round, they were even.

…

Gogol cooperatively sat with Yunxi on a roadside bench.

There weren’t many pedestrians around, and the environment was quite pleasant.

Watching Yunxi frantically tapping away, her earrings swaying excitedly with her movements, Gogol thought:

Was Yunxi still not tired of that idle farming game?

No matter what he thought internally, seeing Yunxi’s focused expression, Gogol didn’t disturb her.

Gogol also opened his phone, clicked into Alipay Farm, and saw the chick from Yunxi that had wandered into his farm. He immediately fed it some chicken feed.

Then, Gogol beat up and chased away the chick from Sigma – who never fed it and had come to freeload for who-knows-how-many-times.

A notification popped up: [Sigma’s chick stayed in your farm for 1 hour 12 minutes, ate 3g of feed. After being beaten up and chased away by you, it dropped 2g of feed!]

Gogol was satisfied.

He put the 2g of feed into the bowl between his and Yunxi’s chicks.

After doing this, Gogol turned off his phone and stared at Yunxi’s profile for quite a while.

Seeing Yunxi switch from tapping to swiping, Gogol immediately spoke up:

Yunxi abruptly looked up from her game, her turquoise earrings swinging violently: Was the restaurant I took you to couple days ago also not authentic?

Gogol: Well…

Yunxi was furious, stomping her feet: I specifically chose such expensive restaurants with Russian owners, and they’re still not authentic enough?!

Damn damn damn! Some evil Russians are tricking us country bumpkins!

While laughing and soothing Yunxi to prevent her from being so angry she’d leave this world immediately, Gogol activated his special ability to drive away all the little birds that had quietly approached during Yunxi’s quiet moment and were now trying to land on her.

Why were there so many birds? Wasn’t Little Yunxi just supposed to be lucky? What’s with this bird-attracting constitution?

But speaking of birds…

Little Gogol used to keep a little white bird too.

Little Gogol initially kept the Little White Bird just to appease the ringmaster who insisted he become an animal trainer. But the moment Little Gogol actually caught the bird, it took only 0.1 seconds for him to fall in love with these creatures.

They were beautiful, light, free…

Most importantly, as a little bird, even in such a wicked circus, it showed no trace of fear.

Hmm… though it might also be because Yunxi would secretly feed the Little White Bird when Little Gogol wasn’t around. Once the bird grew close to Yunxi, it would ignore Yunxi’s mischief.

As for how Gogol knew this—well, birds naturally taste like whatever they eat. Back then, if Little Gogol didn’t check on the Little White Bird for a while, he’d find it had changed flavor. If not for his trust in Yunxi and the two uniquely protruding feathers on the bird, Little Gogol might have suspected it had been swapped.

There were many benefits to keeping the Little White Bird.

For instance, before, Little Gogol couldn’t understand the songs Yunxi hummed. But with the bird around, he got to hear Yunxi sing melodies in his native tongue.

Songs meant for children, no less.

Of course, there were downsides too.

Like when Yunxi gave Little Gogol a wooden bird, his first reaction was to suspect if the prototype was the Little White Bird. He only breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the wooden bird’s eyes.

Speaking of which, that wooden bird was the first gift Little Yunxi ever gave to the Clown!

Though the cost was every circus member ending up with 1 to 10 IOUs, and a large patch of the birch forest behind the circus being cleared… but it was Little Yunxi’s first gift to the Clown!

…

Gogol instinctively handed over a glass of water, while Yunxi flusteredly took it and gulped down several mouthfuls, only calming down after completely washing away the sweet taste in his mouth.

I forgive that Russian shop owner now, Yunxi said gravely. What did she do wrong? She just wanted to localize Russian food in China!

Gogol was puzzled and took a taste himself: Is it really that sweet? Hmm… the Clown thinks it’s alright?

Yunxi: ?

It’s seriously sweet! Sweet enough to march in perfect step from Moscow all the way to Guangdong!

Really, it’s not bad. The cake milk tea Little Yunxi loves is pretty sweet too!

That’s different…

The two started bickering again. Fortunately, Yunxi was quite satisfied with the other dishes besides the desserts. The yogurt ice cream was so delicious that Yunxi almost wished he could live in Russia forever. As he ate, he forgot about arguing with Gogol.

Gogol slowly sipped his hot soup.

After observing Yunxi for a while longer, he finally understood why back in the circus days, Yunxi only let him cook meat but never allowed him to attempt desserts.

So it was because he thought they tasted bad.

But that period did train Gogol’s skills in handling livestock, especially chickens.

Though Gogol rarely used those skills later and nearly forgot them.

After all, Gogol always found it strange to claim to love birds while obsessively making roasted chicken, stewed chicken, and fried chicken.

Now Gogol also realized that this feeling of strangeness was because of Yunxi too—because Yunxi ultimately put on that act in front of the officers, saying something about forcing Little Gogol to roast his favorite bird.
But Yunxi had never been willing to harm that Little White Bird. Even when he ultimately set the entire circus ablaze, he deliberately allotted Little Gogol some time to enter and rescue both the Little White Bird and the wooden bird.

It was just that later, the Little White Bird pursued freedom and flew away, while the clumsy wooden bird was abandoned by the amnesiac Little Gogol.

However, speaking of this, Gogol found Yunxi increasingly peculiar.

Did the other party, having forgotten to apply anti-corrosion treatment to the wooden bird the first time, decide to go all out and make the second bird from titanium alloy?

But doing so made the atmosphere vanish instantly every time he took out the bird. It was like someone confessing their love by saying, Our love is like titanium alloy, instead of Our love is like this birch tree…

Gogol simply asked directly: Little Yunxi, why didn’t you make another wooden bird for the Clown?

Yunxi, who was eating frozen yogurt: ?

Yunxi didn’t know how the conversation had veered here, but faced with this question, he chose to evade: Because… titanium alloy is sturdier and less likely to break…

Gogol leaned closer: Hmm… really?

Yunxi: …

Yunxi: .

Yunxi, resigned to his fate: Alright, the truth is, such an adorable wooden bird is a product of Nimble Hands and serendipity! If the Savior Master were to carve another, the Savior Master wouldn’t be able to recreate it!

Gogol: …

Recalling the numerous tree stumps and the rough wooden bird that only looked cute from a distance, Gogol believed him.

When he was still Little Gogol, Yunxi would genuinely let him sleep while hugging him every night and even help tidy his hair and clothes.

But now, if he pestered Yunxi to do the same, Yunxi would endure it for at most three minutes before kicking him twice!

If Little Gogol hadn’t been sharp enough—consciously linking different memories together after having his first memory taken—he wouldn’t even have retained those fragmented memories of Korya, the bird, and the Savior after Yunxi left.

That would have been such a pity, wouldn’t it?

…

Just for traveling, and we have to change into local clothing?

Yunxi withdrew his gaze from the Russian ethnic attire in front of him—which, if not pointed out, most Chinese people would likely mistake for Xinjiang-style—and turned to study Gogol for a moment:

Also, if we’re changing, why am I the only one changing? Korya, do you love that Clown outfit so much?

After a pause, Yunxi concluded: Korya, you’re acting strange today.

Gogol blinked and instinctively mimicked Yunxi’s tone: Tell me something the Clown doesn’t know.

Yunxi: ?

Yunxi: ???

Yunxi bristled and was about to pounce, but the shop owner appeared precisely at that moment.

She asked considerately: Miss, do you need help changing?

Yunxi paused, then turned back in confusion: What?

Had the translation feature of the game interface malfunctioned? Why couldn’t he understand what the Boss was saying?

The Boss seemed to have a momentary look of shock in her eyes, but the moment she met Gogol’s gaze, she understood: N-never mind, I was just asking if the guests needed any help. If not, I’ll take my leave now. Sorry.

Yunxi simply assumed the Boss wasn’t familiar with Asians and had accidentally mistaken his gender, so he didn’t say anything more.

It was only after leaving in his new clothes that Yunxi grew increasingly uneasy with each step.

The streets were sparsely populated, but every passerby couldn’t help stealing extra glances at Yunxi, as if he were some rare specimen.

If that were all, Yunxi might have comforted himself by attributing it to his 10-point charm stat at work. But after looking at Yunxi, these people would inevitably sneak a peek at Gogol, only to be startled by his murderer-like glare and hurry away.

Yunxi: …

What a familiar scene.

Yunxi turned to Gogol: Korya, you’re not going to claim they’re acting strange because I’m a foreigner, are you?

Gogol: Pfft… Would that not do?

Yunxi: .

Of course it wouldn’t! He’d already used that excuse back when Gogol visited his world and was stared at by his fans!

But Gogol, being the mischievous clown he was, would never reveal the truth directly in such situations. So Yunxi decided to figure out the problem himself.

He tugged at the beige headscarf draped over his head, long enough to nearly cover his back, then glanced at the patterned fabric covering his thighs.

Yunxi raised his first suspicion: I think this outfit resembles a dress.

Gogol feigned nonchalance: Does it? It’s just a longer top, and you’re wearing pants underneath!

Yunxi accepted this explanation and smoothly moved to his second doubt: The way this headscarf is wrapped feels strange too.

Gogol responded even more decisively: That’s how it’s always worn! You’re just unfamiliar with Russian customs, little Yunxi!

Yunxi: But I… Back when I was a circus ringmaster, I did learn a bit about Russia!

Just as Yunxi began his sentence, Gogol abruptly threw his cape over Yunxi’s head.

The white cape fell naturally, blocking Yunxi’s entire field of vision, but simultaneously, the warm, clown-scented aura enveloped him completely, soothing his subconscious unease.

Still, being covered like this in public felt odd. Yunxi raised his hand to remove the cape but was interrupted by Gogol’s timely warning: Ah-ah! Not allowed! This is surprise time!

Surprise?

Yunxi froze mid-motion and obediently stayed still.

(…)

Only when Gogol allowed it did Yunxi finally lift the cape.

Then, Yunxi’s eyes widened instinctively.

This is…

Yunxi’s location had changed—they now stood in a meticulously maintained, dustless abandoned church.

There were no lights, only natural illumination filtering through stained-glass windows. No statues of deities stood here, but there was a great Savior and a free clown.

Yunxi: !!!

A ring?!

Wait, forget that it exists—why was it in Korya’s hand? Since when would Korya accept something like a ring?

Yunxi’s suspicion was justified: previously, Gogol would indeed have considered rings far too restrictive.

This applied both to those receiving them and those giving them.

But now, the scar over Gogol’s eye was left by Yunxi, Yunxi’s ear piercings were done by Gogol, Gogol’s nickname originated from Yunxi… Gogol had long since accepted such restrictions with peace.

Gogol had no choice but to accept it, after all, his idea of pursuing freedom like a little bird only emerged because Yunxi left as the troupe leader.

However, Yunxi’s understanding of Gogol hadn’t reached this point yet, and Yunxi had never encountered such a situation before.

Watching Gogol holding the ring, Yunxi instinctively wanted to take half a step back but forcibly stopped upon realizing it might hurt the Clown’s feelings.

Gogol had long anticipated things would unfold this way.

He wasn’t sad; instead, he chuckled softly, giving Yunxi some time to process while raising his hand—the one not holding the ring—to remove the playing card mask covering one of his eyes.

Thud. The mask fell to the ground with a faint sound.

Just then, a gust of wind happened to blow outside the window, rustling the tree shadows before they quickly settled back into stillness.

The brief shadow that fell across Gogol’s pale cheek also vanished completely as the tree trunk returned to its original position.

Under Yunxi’s stunned gaze, Gogol slowly knelt on one knee and placed a gentle kiss on the back of Yunxi’s hand.

Then, Gogol looked up, his heterochromatic gold and silver eyes fixed intently on Yunxi’s turquoise ones.

Yunxi, would you like to stay with Korya forever?

The wind returned, but this time, it didn’t rustle the branches—it only carried the faint, indistinct chirping of a few birds.

Gogol watched as Yunxi, instantly flustered, nearly pulled his hand away but restrained himself through sheer willpower. He waited quietly for a while longer.

He waited until Yunxi calmed down, until Yunxi actively clasped his hand in return, and then, until Yunxi responded.

I do, Yunxi’s voice was indescribably nervous. Put the ring on me.

Finally, Gogol showed a quiet smile, entirely different from his previous performative laughter.

He slipped the prepared ring—adorned with a beautiful golden gemstone and several small turquoise gems—onto the black-haired youth’s finger.

As his fingertip moved away, the ring fit perfectly.

The black-haired youth slightly lowered his head, a strand of long black hair cascading over his shoulder from his off-white headscarf. But when Gogol stood up and forced him to tilt his head back for a kiss, the strand fell back behind him, gradually tangling around Gogol’s fingers.

Gogol continued.

Unlike the bright sunlight and free wind outside the window, this kiss from Gogol was dark, damp, and filled with all sorts of negative emotions.

Yet his Savior didn’t resist at all, so in the end, Gogol’s kiss gradually softened into tenderness. The hand that had been firmly pressed against the back of Yunxi’s neck relaxed and slid downward.

Gogol placed a feather-light kiss on Yunxi’s forehead.

Я тоже хочу стать твоей маленькой белой птицей.

I also want to become your Little White Bird.

Gogol whispered.

…

This story, which began with [The Savior is born, and thus the story begins], once ended with [This world has no Savior].

The world had briefly expelled the Savior and gained its so-called freedom. But soon, due to actions by the Savior and the Clown that defied all expectations, it developed an additional outcome—one that did not belong to any of the futures it might have originally reached.

This outcome unfolded as follows:

[The Savior returned to this world, mercilessly exacting vengeance upon all who had wronged him, before returning to the Clown’s side.

The Savior and the Clown spent a long stretch of time together. One day, in a church devoid of deities and priests, the Savior granted the Clown’s request.

In this world of freedom, two free souls willingly choose to bind themselves to each other.

The spouse column on Yunxi’s profile now displayed [Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol Yanovsky]!

Yunxi was in such a good mood that he didn’t even resist when Gogol kept kissing him all over. Later, when Gogol became aroused again and forced Yunxi to help him with his hand, Yunxi didn’t get angry either. He didn’t even ponder why Gogol insisted on changing clothes before proposing, or why the boutique owner and passersby had reacted so strangely.

It wasn’t until they returned to [Sky Casino] that Yunxi accidentally discovered the truth through the omnipotent internet.

Staring at the post showing images of [18th Century Russian Bridal Attire], Yunxi entered a state of mental combustion.

After the mental combustion subsided, Yunxi slowly typed a question mark.

He had known the outfit was unusual, but how could it possibly be a bridal gown?

That damned Korya! He really got to have all the fun this time!

It’s not fair that Korya only gets to wear the clown costume! Next time! Next time I’ll definitely find a way to make Korya wear the bridal gown! Yunxi declared firmly.

Sigma nearby: …I support Yunxi’s idea, but Yunxi, could you please put your hand away first?

Yunxi immediately: Huh? Sigma, how did you know this is the wedding ring Korya gave me?

Sigma: .

He didn’t want to know.

Also, why was Yunxi showing off nonstop? Maybe he should kick Yunxi out and let him go boast to Fyodor instead?

After all, though Fyodor was terrifying, he was always polite.

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Author’s Note: Fyodor: ?

PS: Check the character card for Little Yunxi’s outfit! That’s exactly what the bridal gown looks like!

Actually, Little Yunxi quite liked this outfit – but only before he learned what it represented, haha!

As for why Guo Zi didn’t dress like the right-side image when proposing, it might be because Guo Zi knew Yunxi would both drool over him in that outfit and say I want to eat lamb skewers. But after this important occasion, Guo Zi can wear it now!

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