I Became the Savior on the Fourth Day of Disaster - Chapter 72 Viewing Room 1 (Including Thanks to Jin's Submarine Bonus) Save...

Chapter 72 Viewing Room 1 (Including Thanks to Jin’s Submarine Bonus) Save…

[Directly beneath Sky Casino]

Sigma, his chest stained with blood after just falling from a great height, stood nervously confronting Gogol.

Gogol twirled his cane: That’s right! This clown came specifically for you, Sigma-kun!

Gogol looked around at the environment that had suddenly transformed into a viewing room, the densely packed crowd of familiar and unfamiliar faces, and Fyodor not far away. He blinked blankly for a moment before bursting into delighted laughter: Haha! Sigma-kun! It seems we don’t need to go through all that trouble!

Fyodor, dressed in prison uniform, tilted his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over everyone present before silently commanding Ivan to come to his side.

After doing this, Fyodor politely addressed Gogol: Long time no see. I didn’t expect you to still be alive, Gogol-kun.

Gogol grew even more excited: Haha! Correct! This clown didn’t actually commit suicide for the mission!

Die, my dearest friend! Gogol suddenly leaned in close, his expression particularly manic.

Dazai Osamu had been watching the spectacle the entire time. Hearing this part, he glanced at Sigma with increased interest.

Sigma was startled.

Sigma: !!!

Sigma nearly screamed aloud, but fortunately these people didn’t seem intent on doing anything to him immediately.

Within Yokohama, the official members and the wanted Armed Detective Agency members had reached a delicate stalemate. Outside Yokohama, everyone’s attention was largely focused on those few Transcendents.

It was at this moment Fyodor spoke: Long time no see, Lady Agatha Christie, Mr. William Shakespeare. Long time no see, Mr. Paul Verlaine, Mr. Victor Hugo.

None of these people acknowledged Fyodor, still engaged in their own silent communication through glances.

Particularly the eye contact between Verlaine and Hugo – it seemed sparks could practically fly between them at any moment.

Finally, a woman who was clearly of the same ethnicity as Fyodor based on appearance alone took the initiative to respond: Indeed, long time no see, Mr. Fyodor.

The moment Fyodor met her gaze, he rarely showed a troubled expression: Ah, yes, it has been a while.

Though he had been deliberately avoiding meeting her, as he certainly didn’t want to get involved with any information-gathering type Transcendents. This feeling of having no secrets was terrifying for an information dealer, wasn’t it?

Sigma, whose brain finally matched these people with the intelligence he had seen before: !!!

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With such important figures gathered here, and the Hounds who had been pursuing the Armed Detective Agency being thrown into the same area as the Agency members, logically speaking, it should have been difficult for those present to sit down and have a calm conversation.

That they hadn’t started fighting already was a miracle.

But just then, the lighting around them gradually dimmed, and the large screen that had been inconspicuous until now suddenly lit up.

[Welcome everyone. Next, the large screen will show real stories from your parallel worlds.]

Louisa: Parallel worlds… real stories?!

Agatha was the first to probe: Is this why you brought us here? With such a special ability, even without this approach, we would have valued the intelligence you provided.

Unfortunately, the Viewing Room gave no clear response. Like a pre-programmed machine, it abruptly shifted topics and began playing the viewing guidelines on its own.

【All forms of attack are prohibited within the Viewing Room. Violators will be immediately expelled;

The Viewing Room will provide all items normally required by viewers and will answer their questions. Viewers may open the virtual screen beside them to independently converse with the management AI;

During the viewing process, the flow of time in the external world is paused relative to this space. Viewers’ physical states will not change here, and all memories of this place will be retained upon departure…】

【Now, please select your preferred seat and refrain from changing it casually.】

While everyone was still pondering the meaning of these words, Gogol mercilessly stabbed himself.

Though it was only a non-vital area, the way Gogol’s wound rapidly healed after he withdrew the knife still drew astonished expressions from many.

At this point, the occupants of the Viewing Room finally lost the mood to continue their personal grudges.

Personal conflicts couldn’t be truly resolved here anyway, and this miraculous space might genuinely offer them valuable intelligence!

Time suspension, prohibited conflicts, parallel worlds…

Some began murmuring in contemplation, while others started exploring the AI mentioned in the screen…

As a free-spirited clown who embraced all unexpected changes, Gogol directly pulled Sigma to sit not far from Fyodor.

Gogol: Sigma-kun, it seems our plan to assassinate Fyodor-kun has to be postponed. But wait! Sigma-kun’s special ability doesn’t count as an attack, so maybe you can use it here. Would you like to try…

Sigma: ?!

Was he supposed to just go touch Fyodor now? Was he seeking death?!

And Gogol, don’t say that right in front of Fyodor – he’s terrified!!!

【Please remain quiet! The viewing will begin in 3 seconds!】

Gogol wanted to continue speaking, but he always respected others’ performances.

So Gogol obediently closed his mouth and cheerfully gestured twice with his red-gloved hands above his head, indicating the clown completely understood.

Sigma finally relaxed slightly and turned his gaze to the large screen.

If this really was a story from another world, could he perhaps find a way to protect the [Sky Casino] from it?

Others harbored similar thoughts as they properly settled into their seats.

The Armed Detective Agency naturally wanted to clear their name; the Transcendents wanted to understand who possessed such powerful strength; while those like Laszlo, who walked alone in this world without knowing why they were here, were simply curious…

Amid everyone’s anticipation, several large characters abruptly appeared on the screen.

【《Savior Yunxi’s Yokohama Simulator》(Complete Series)】

【Before everything begins, let’s first watch an interview!

Note: All interviewees are alternate versions of those present, and the interview scenarios occur within their dreams, hence some unscientific settings may appear! However, the content is absolutely genuine!

(This portion of memory will be automatically erased upon leaving the dream.)】

Fitzgerald: Even conducting interviews in dreams? Does the entity behind this space truly consider itself capable of connecting parallel worlds…

The large screen flickered violently, forcing Fitzgerald to temporarily fall silent.

【Question! After watching Savior Yunxi’s Yokohama Simulator, do you have any particular thoughts?

The text vanished.

The next moment, the screen showed Dazai Osamu hanging himself while tightly shutting his eyes, refusing to speak. When questioned, he kicked away the stool beneath him and began swaying in mid-air.】

Viewing Room attendees: ???

Wait, isn’t this guy dying?

The entity behind this bizarre space is still conducting interviews at a time like this?!

Dazai Osamu also began sensing trouble: Hey now, don’t tell me this is a film that could drive another version of me to this state?

Why hasn’t the interviewer shifted the camera away? The other him can’t even speak—how do they plan to conduct the interview?

The words 【AI Generated, For Reference Only】 abruptly appeared in the lower right corner of the screen.

【Dazai Osamu slowly raised his hand and gave a thumbs-up.

He opened his eyes, his face breaking into an extremely OOC smile: Great film, highly recommended!】

Dazai Osamu: Huh…?

Other Viewing Room attendees: ?

Isn’t this completely fabricated?

Kunikida: If they’re already using AI to alter content, why not first remove Dazai’s head from the noose?!

Other Viewing Room attendees: ???

You can’t die in dreams! Besides, what’s the point of using AI modifications? Isn’t that just self-deception?!

【The second interviewee was Nakahara Chuuya, who was solving problems in his dream.

Nakahara Chuuya: Well, not bad. Dreams are indeed quite useful. It’d be great if I could come here to study next time too…】

Mori Ōgai: Wait, wait!

He could overlook the strange setting in Dazai Osamu’s dream, but why did Nakahara Chuuya’s dream setting also feel unfamiliar yet oddly recognizable? And why was there a banner behind Nakahara Chuuya with Chinese text reading 【Cherish Every Moment, Go All Out for the College Entrance Exam】?

What has the parallel world’s Nakahara Chuuya been through?

Ozaki Kouyou also wore a peculiar expression: A Nakahara Chuuya who loves studying…

Nakahara Chuuya: Th-this might not be me!

【The interviewer clearly didn’t realize how much confusion the surroundings would cause the Viewing Room attendees. It seemed particularly dissatisfied with Nakahara Chuuya’s response.

[Your thoughts on the film itself.] it reminded.

Nakahara Chuuya looked up briefly, locking eyes with the camera: Pestering me like this… I bet you don’t dare ask Verlaine, do you?

You don’t even dare show him the film. Nakahara Chuuya’s tone carried a hint of the Gravity User’s arrogance.】

Bzzzt! Accompanied by an electric crackle, the large screen abruptly went black.

The segment about Nakahara Chuuya from the parallel world was far too cryptic. The audience in the Viewing Room couldn’t comprehend it, and they instinctively turned their gaze toward the other key figure, Verlaine, only to be intimidated by his aura and shrink back.

Why didn’t they dare to ask him? Could it be that he would suffer some devastating blow in this film?

But his current situation was already dire enough—how much worse could it get in another world?

While Verlaine was still deep in thought, the large screen lit up again.

【The third interviewee was Mori Ōgai.

Mori Ōgai looked utterly exhausted: So Yunxi is the Savior… I thought he was here to destroy everyone.

Not only that, the next interviewee, Fukuzawa Yukichi, gave a similar response.

Fukuzawa Yukichi spoke numbly: The Armed Detective Agency came this close to being truly destroyed by the Savior.】

Mori Ōgai and Fukuzawa Yukichi: !

This is really bad!

Gogol had been wrapped tightly in his cloak the entire time, revealing only his round, pale head, occasionally swaying along with the plot on the screen.

When this part came up, Gogol suddenly grew excited: Is this a story about a Savior who doesn’t play by the rules?!

Why isn’t there an interview segment with the Clown? The Clown can’t wait any longer!

Unfortunately, the large screen seemed to completely ignore Gogol’s request and continued on as scheduled.

【The one being interviewed was Agatha.

Yunxi-kun is indeed the Savior, she said expressionlessly. However, I must correct you on one point: the Clock Tower Attendant isn’t incapable of capturing Yunxi-kun—it’s simply unnecessary.

Shakespeare: Is that what Agatha said? In reality, the Clock Tower Attendant cannot accept Yunxi-kun.

After all, Yunxi-kun once did such things at the Clock Tower Attendant. The birth of Yunxi-kun’s special ability was because of Gogol-kun, as well as his resentment toward the Clock Tower Attendant…】

Gogol had been watching gleefully, never expecting the focus to suddenly shift onto himself.

He sounded innocent: Huh? Because of the Clown?

Could it be that the Clown once tried to cooperate with the Clock Tower Attendant to kill the Savior, to free the Savior from his dull fate… Ah, it’s the Clown’s interview segment!

【In the dream, Gogol seemed to be making something.

As the camera zoomed in, one could see a large pile of birch wood shavings at Gogol’s feet and the proud, upright wooden kitten in his hands.

The presence behind the camera asked a question but received no response from Gogol, so it simply changed the subject: [This is a dream. What are you doing carving a wooden sculpture?]

Finally, Gogol turned around.】

Gogol was puzzled: Hmm… It’s the Clown without his mask?

Does the other Gogol feel the current situation is safe? Why?

Fyodor also gave Gogol a thoughtful glance but turned back the moment the Gogol on screen began to speak.

While the others in the Viewing Room were still pondering, Gogol burst into laughter as soon as he regained his senses.

Haha! It seems the mastermind behind this space isn’t all-powerful after all!

At the very least, they’re afraid of that mysterious Savior!

Wait. A voice from the other side abruptly interrupted.

It was Dazai Osamu, dressed in a white prisoner uniform.

He spoke with sincerity: I don’t think I’m prepared for this. How about kicking me out first?

When Yunxi switched to the [Identity Plate: Beauty with Reason, Beauty with Reason!], they could genuinely see Yunxi equipped with this card!

Sigma murmured, He really is beautiful…

It wasn’t just that elusive, indescribable aura—Yunxi’s originally unique teal eyes instantly became more dazzling than the most exquisite gemstones anyone present had ever seen. His casually draped black hair now appeared meticulously styled, with every subtle curve falling perfectly into place.

He was so stunning that even Fyodor (who was averse to such allure), Dazai Osamu (who would swear he had no interest in men), and the genuinely young Izumi Kyouka and Ookura Teruko were momentarily dazed.

Gogol was also trying to process the unfamiliar emotions automatically surfacing in his mind. After a moment, he revealed a thoughtful expression:

Hmm, this Identity Plate is truly remarkable. Clown would probably be unable to resist killing Yunxi-kun the very second he laid eyes on him, right?

Sigma, who had just been marveling: …?

Is that all you have to say?

【Yunxi: I could use this Identity Plate to give speeches at beer halls, but it’s not convenient for exploration. Never mind.】

Sigma: ???

Is that all you have to say too?

Sigma felt that the black-haired youth seemed somewhat similar to Gogol—the kind of similarity where like attracts like—but he had no proof.

When he saw the black-haired youth press the [Refresh] button without hesitation, Sigma finally understood.

This black-haired youth was just like Gogol—acting with excessive freedom, always engaging in risky maneuvers, and inexplicably brimming with confidence!

Like Sigma, Kunikida watched the large screen, itching to rush in and stop the black-haired youth from refreshing.

Whether it’s [The Hunted Transcendent] or [Spokesperson for the Tragically Beautiful and Powerful]… these cards seem strong enough! There’s absolutely nothing to complain about!

There probably won’t be any better cards if you keep going! Stop refreshing, stop refreshing—what if you end up with worse cards? Won’t Yunxi-kun regret it…

Kunikida suddenly paused, then nearly screeched: A 200% attribute boost, resurrection capability, and the potential to awaken a Special Ability in the future—the Savior Identity Card?!

Seriously, if players are this overpowered, how are the people in their world supposed to compete???

【Yunxi was clearly delighted too, his expression shifting from :l to 😀 in an instant.

But soon, Yunxi noticed: After completing the mission, you will inevitably face the Savior’s ending—permanent death?】

Kunikida breathed a slight sigh of relief. It seems this game still values balance. At least we don’t have to worry about the other world… What? Did I say something wrong?

Edogawa Ranpo: Hmm, it just feels off.

But there was too little information, and he couldn’t quite pinpoint what felt wrong.

Gogol abruptly interjected: Clown knows!

Just as he drew everyone’s attention, Gogol added, But but, revealing it directly would be so boring, so let’s just keep watching for now!

Kunikida’s expression seemed to be cursing violently, but Gogol simply hummed to himself and continued watching the large screen.

【Yunxi: Hah? You’re asking us players, the Fourth Heavenly Calamity lords, to kneel and beg for scraps?!】

Gogol: !

The others in the Viewing Room wanted to say that Yunxi’s statement was utterly absurd and were tempted to mock him for it.

But thinking back to the interview content just now, they couldn’t bring themselves to laugh at all.

The feeling of knowing full well that the parallel world was about to welcome The Advent of the Devil Child yet being powerless to change it was utterly despairing. If not for their burning curiosity about how the plot would unfold, they would have genuinely wanted to attack others right then and left this place!

Yet regardless of their thoughts, the large screen continued playing.

[The black-haired boy confirmed everything, lightly tapping his finger.

[Game Start].]

The scene shifted, entering the game world before the black-haired boy appeared.

[Inside a dark, damp stronghold, a rat and Clown were conversing.]

Fyodor exclaimed in surprise, My and Gogol-kun’s appearance is this early?

Dazai Osamu remarked, According to the annotations, this is even before Yunxi-kun, as a player, entered the game.

It must be a very important, even crucial, plot point; otherwise, it wouldn’t have been inserted into the film at this point.

Everyone in the Viewing Room glanced at Gogol, who was performing with exaggerated flair, and collectively showed expressions of speechlessness.

Even if he didn’t spill the beans, there was no way he could hide anything in front of the big screen!

That was indeed the case.

[On the big screen, Fyodor, wearing a white fur hat, was sitting at his desk.

He occasionally mimicked writing something on an ordinary piece of paper while asking Gogol, Gogol-kun, what do you think of this story?]

The camera didn’t zoom in, so the people in the Viewing Room couldn’t make out what Fyodor was writing on the paper.

They only heard Gogol’s response.

At this moment, Gogol was perched on the desk. The camera focused more on Fyodor, while the edges of the frame were distorted and blurred due to poor lighting. Thus, the audience could only vaguely guess Gogol’s expression from his words.

He seemed cheerful, but nine-tenths of that cheerfulness was likely feigned.

[But, there are no gods in this world, right? Gogol maintained this cheerful tone. How about changing it to ‘[The Savior is born, and the story begins]’? What do you think?

Fyodor looked puzzled. Why? Do you truly believe a Savior exists in this world?

Gogol: Hmm… who knows? The Clown is curious too…]

The screen gradually darkened, and this prologue-like segment slowly came to an end.

Logically, the people in the Viewing Room should have been pondering the connection between Fyodor’s story and the overall film.

Dazai Osamu, watching the Savior on the big screen—who had just arrived in the Otherworld and ended up dangling from the side of a building, unable to go up or down—asked in confusion, So, Fyodor-kun, is this the kind of Savior you wanted to bring about?

Not only were his actions absurd, but he also had to be a 15 or 16-year-old minor?

Fyodor snapped back to attention and answered honestly, Well, no. It’s probably Gogol-kun who was more looking forward to such a scenario.

After saying this, Fyodor glanced over at Gogol, whose face showed no less confusion than anyone else’s.

Ultimately, the opening scene occurred because the parallel world’s Gogol didn’t play by the rules. So, why was the parallel world’s Gogol so fixated on the Savior?

Gogol didn’t understand it either.

He had never believed in any Savior or in divine love for humanity. He had always felt that even if everything improved, a god would never remember him. That was why he was so determined to walk the path of defying divinity, to rebel against everything he originally possessed, including the emotions that caused him pain…

Yunxi’s voice came from the big screen, interrupting Gogol’s thoughts.

[Yunxi was going on at length, essentially saying that Yokohama was a disgusting place and he regretted coming.

Gogol: Is it the Clown heading to Yokohama? Haha, what a coincidence!

Yosano replied with a deadpan expression, I don’t think it’s a coincidence at all.]

This clown is clearly here to wreak havoc on Yokohama! He must be thrilled to make Yokohama take the blame for him again!

Gogol chuckled softly a couple more times but didn’t refute the statement.

However, the clown would never actively help others! So what does little Yunxi plan to…

【Yunxi used [Nimble Hands] once, then voluntarily released his grip, letting himself fall.

If the NPCs knew he was still a new user in this world, would they still treat him this way?】

Kunikida couldn’t take it anymore: What exactly is this thing? I completely don’t understand!

Also, falling from this height voluntarily, even if you don’t die, you’d be half-crippled, right?

At that point, Yunxi would either have to completely quit the game or pay with his entire set of clothes on the street…

Joking is one thing, but how can Yunxi really live like this?!

Dazai Osamu, however, was quite envious: How wonderful, jumping from such a high place onto a cement road below. Though not very beautiful, it would definitely be very quick…

【Yunxi woke up in Mori Ōgai’s small clinic, with Dazai Osamu—knocked out by Yunxi’s fall—in the next room.】

Dazai Osamu: .

Dazai Osamu wailed: Can we pretend I never said that?

Suddenly, he didn’t want to die so much anymore!

The others didn’t pay much attention to Dazai’s flip-flopping. For instance, Fukuchi Ochi was merely astonished: Such a small probability, and he still encounters it? Is this what max luck looks like?

Everyone began seriously contemplating how to defeat Yunxi, their expressions growing more solemn the more they thought about it.

In the Viewing Room, the only one who perked up instantly was probably Mori Ōgai.

Mori Ōgai rubbed his hands together eagerly.

This is the Savior! And he’s right in his small clinic, in a state of owing him, with combat power equivalent to just two geese!

If the Port Mafia could bring such a powerful being under their control…

【Mori Ōgai spoke.

But Yunxi couldn’t be bothered to listen; he busied himself checking his backpack.

Wonder if [Nimble Hands] was used successfully…】

Gogol’s expression remained relaxed.

He thought it wouldn’t matter even if Yunxi stole something, as he didn’t carry any particularly important items. Besides, his outfit had many accessories, and he had plenty of spares.

As long as he doesn’t steal the clown’s mask…

【Yunxi stole it.】

Uh. Gogol felt somewhat awkward. It seems little Yunxi’s luck stat is truly impressive.

Those in the viewing audience who didn’t know Gogol well initially didn’t understand why a mask was so important. But upon seeing its [Permit Sacrifice] mark, they immediately understood.

This mask was equivalent to an extra life for Yunxi! For Yunxi to steal it in one go—wasn’t that remarkable?

【Yunxi stored the mask safely and began exploring the small clinic.

Yunxi found many items that seemed quite useful, but what really caught his eye was [Permit Sacrifice] [Bandage stained with Dazai’s blood] ×1!】

Gogol, who had just recovered, started chattering again, criticizing Yunxi’s resource-gathering actions through the screen. But upon seeing this, Gogol fell silent once more.

Nakajima Atsushi wanted to say that, for Dazai, bandages might be part of his essence, and with Dazai’s blood on it, it made sense for it to be more important.

But Nakajima Atsushi didn’t want to speak with this Clown who was framing the Armed Detective Agency, so he restrained himself.

【Yunxi himself clearly valued this bandage greatly. When faced with Mori Ōgai’s question, Yunxi immediately responded with a mocking smile: Old fossil, this is enough to buy ten of your lives.】

The moment the people in the Viewing Room heard Yunxi say old fossil, they sensed trouble. Hearing the second half of the sentence, they were overwhelmed by the delinquent aura radiating from Yunxi.

How awkward! Does Yunxi have to say everything in such an awkward manner?!

She originally didn’t want to use the term old fossil, but after running through several alternatives in her mind, none seemed as provocative as old fossil… Truly, one has to hand it to the Savior!

Dazai Osamu, who was being used as a tool in the conflict, felt more dead than alive: Enough already, can this plotline just end quickly…

【Mori Ōgai wouldn’t let the process speed up.

But if Mori Ōgai still had his ability entity with 15 combat power, that would be a different story. Ehehe!】

Yosano didn’t expect to see Yunxi surrender so quickly: He just gave up like that?

Ozaki Kouyou also wore a strange expression: Given Yunxi-kun’s previous behavior, I thought he would definitely keep fighting until he lost his last life…

【Yunxi doesn’t fight losing battles. If he thinks he can’t win, he won’t bother struggling.

Since he’d already surrendered, he simply asked Mori Ōgai if he was going to assign him a mission.

But this was all superficial. Privately, Yunxi was thinking that once he was strong enough, he would immediately come back for revenge. Yunxi still considered Mori Ōgai a quack doctor and an enemy – he would never let Mori Ōgai off in this lifetime!

For now, he had to endure it though, since Yunxi was currently too weak. Even when NPCs crossed his bottom line, he could only lower his own standards.】

Mori Ōgai didn’t react much to Yunxi’s inner thoughts – he had enough confidence in his own abilities.

After all, Nakahara Chuuya had also been unwilling to join the Port Mafia initially, but now…

Gogol glanced at this Port Mafia boss wearing the red scarf.

No matter what methods were required, the Clown wouldn’t allow such an interesting existence he’d finally found to lose their freedom in front of him!

【However, Mori Ōgai didn’t plan to completely secure Yunxi immediately either.

He simply commissioned Yunxi to join [Sheep] and bring back some information about Nakahara Chuuya for him.】

Nakahara Chuuya: Tch.

Was this big screen going to display his past in front of everyone next?

Couldn’t this part be skipped?

【Yunxi: Skip.】

Nakahara Chuuya: ???

Did Yunxi hear his thoughts?

【That was definitely impossible. Yunxi did this simply because he didn’t want to keep watching these two NPCs’ cutscenes.

My turn? Where’s Dazai? Yunxi asked bluntly. After confirming Dazai’s condition wasn’t great but wasn’t terrible either – he wouldn’t die but could continuously replenish supplies – Yunxi immediately agreed to Mori Ōgai’s deal.

Without giving Mori Ōgai a chance to speak, Yunxi casually tore off a clean section of bandage, tied up his hair, and rushed out directly.】

Before the people outside the big screen and Mori Ōgai inside it could process what happened, all that remained in their vision was the black-haired boy’s rapidly moving legs and the blood seeping from his body.

Kunikida was dazed: He just left like that? It seems… Not only was he not at all like a Savior, but he also looked quite pathetic!

【That’s true, but Yunxi also casually stole all the money from Mori Ōgai’s wallet.】

Kunikida and Mori Ōgai on the big screen both showed confused and shocked expressions: When did he steal it?!

Shakespeare: Well, he’s probably been stealing all along without stopping.

It’s just that Yunxi’s luck had been working all this time, so he had only been stealing unimportant things that wouldn’t be noticed by the doctor. It wasn’t until Yunxi was about to leave that he stole something important enough for him – money that the doctor wouldn’t pursue.

It’s an ability quite similar to his Special ability.

【Yunxi began spending all day gathering information about [Sheep], completely neglecting any proper work. When thirsty, he’d drink water; when hungry, he’d find rich people to slap their mouths… Yunxi finally devised a perfect plan and intended to implement it tonight.】

Kunikida: He’s so careful and cautious when gathering information, but when it comes to finding food and water for himself, he turns into a bandit again?

He thought Yunxi would pretend to be no different from Yokohama locals!

Mori Ōgai murmured: I never expected Yunxi-kun to have such talent in intelligence gathering… So, what kind of plan was born from all this information Yunxi-kun collected?

【Yunxi arrived early at the warehouse where the little sheep would come to steal things, planning to stage a heroic rescue of the little sheep and demonstrate his good intentions before the King of Sheep.

Then, the warehouse caught fire (literally) thanks to the kind-hearted Yunxi.】

Everyone in the Viewing Room: ???

Nakahara Chuuya was the first to break down: After gathering so much information, didn’t he care about what this warehouse actually contained?

Throwing a grenade into a warehouse filled with alcohol – the fact that the warehouse wasn’t blown straight to heaven was pure luck for the little sheep and the guards!

【Yunxi was indeed somewhat embarrassed, but he ignored the stares from the little sheep and guards.

After all, in a player’s eyes, NPCs are no different from little cats.

He just casually remarked: So this was a warehouse storing alcohol. Burning like this, I thought it was hell.】

Sakaguchi Ango silently tightened his grip on his pen: Although I don’t know how Yunxi-kun sees three-dimensional humans as little cats, being able to say such things at a fire scene, Yunxi-kun must truly be a creature that should only exist in hell!

Gogol had been laughing since earlier, and upon hearing this, his laughter became even more unrestrained.

But as he laughed, Gogol suddenly stopped: Hmm? Did I just hear a clown’s laughter coming from the big screen too?

Before the viewing audience could react, Fyodor, who had been watching the screen, already said: Yes, Gogol-kun’s hat just appeared in the screen.

Though it was quite far away.

This clown was wondering why the other clown hadn’t gone to find little Yunxi – turns out the other clown has been by little Yunxi’s side all along? Gogol said excitedly. This plot development is wonderful too, this clown loves it!

Just like how I love free little Yunxi…

Everyone in the Viewing Room: .

Nakahara Chuuya muttered quietly: If you love him so much, you can take him home.

Just don’t let Yunxi wander around Yokohama!

Author’s Note: [Orange Heart] Extra chapter tomorrow at 12 PM [Celebration]

[Cat Paw] Pushing my new upcoming novel After Transmigrating Into Verlaine’s Younger Brother – MC is the bottom, CP is Verlaine. Synopsis below:

Jiuli, an ordinary college student.

Bad news: He transmigrated into the world of Bungo Stray Dogs that he just finished reading yesterday, and became non-human.

Good news: He comes with an older brother Verlaine – a former Transcendent, current Port Mafia executive – who’s very protective of him.

He fell in love with his brother.

This is terrible, but Jiuli has no intention of changing.

On the first day of his resolution, Jiuli delivered an important speech to his brother Verlaine: Brother, I like you. Be my wife.

Verlaine: Hmm, likes me.

The second day, forced to train, Jiuli delivered another important speech: Brother, I hate you so much.

Verlaine: Hmm, hates me.

The third day, exhausted from training, Jiuli randomly threw out: Brother, just wait. I’ll imprison you after I become stronger than you.

Verlaine: Hmm, imprison me.

On the Nth day, Jiuli who thought he was strong enough now planned to avoid the Port Mafia and imprison Verlaine himself.

Nakahara Chuuya passing by: …

Stop fighting, if this continues he’ll suspect Jiuli is a scheming McDonald’s.

As a transmigrator, Jiuli spent much effort researching how to return to his original world.

He succeeded.

So when Verlaine finally left the basement, this was what he saw.

Then, the figure completely disappeared.

Leaving only a notebook filled with countless methods of departure.

Verlaine silently brought the notebook back to the Port Mafia.

Several months later.

Jiuli, who had studied under a martial arts master in his original world and enhanced his Special ability a hundredfold using pages from the Book, wrote a new line in the [Book] and returned.

Jiuli: Wait, let’s clarify – who’s imprisoning who exactly?

Much later, Nakahara Chuuya actively sought out Jiuli.

The moment he saw Jiuli, he was greatly shocked and offered to stop Verlaine and take Jiuli away.

Jiuli: Nakahara Chuuya, you understand me! Family of origin is lifelong dampness…

Jiuli: But I, Jiuli, love moisture!

Nakahara Chuuya: .

He shouldn’t have bothered with these two people!

1. Jiuli (bottom) × Verlaine (top), MC is the bottom! Just that the bottom likes to talk big!

2.JJ be aware – not real brothers, no blood relation at all, just same kind setting.