I Became the Savior on the Fourth Day of Disaster - Chapter 74: Viewing Room 3 (Including 23k Nutrient Solution Bonus) Little Yun...

Chapter 74: Viewing Room 3 (Including 23k Nutrient Solution Bonus) Little Yun…

The people in the Viewing Room had long known this Clown would definitely seek out Yunxi and had prepared for this moment, but they still never expected the Clown’s entrance to take this form.

Putting aside everything else, wasn’t this Clown completely lacking any sense of boundaries?!

The other person was pressing down heavily on Yunxi, groping all over Yunxi’s body while keeping his Overcoat ability active – the one that could detect any minute changes within a 30-meter radius… Couldn’t this behavior already be described as perverted?!

Fyodor also seemed rather surprised as he looked toward Gogol.

Gogol immediately responded: Eh? Is the Clown’s dear friend feeling strange? But the Clown did the same thing when facing the ‘Man-Tiger’ before!

Nakajima Atsushi instantly recalled that entirely unpleasant battle, his body unconsciously tensing up. But Yosano suddenly spoke up from beside him, interrupting Gogol’s explanation.

Are you saying that when you were fighting Atsushi-kun, you only kept teleporting away Atsushi-kun’s weapons, groping his teleported-away arms, and pinning him down just because you wanted to play ‘Guess Who I Am’ with him?

Yosano’s tone was particularly sarcastic, I never realized that was the case. Atsushi-kun never mentioned it.

Ozaki Kouyou: Pfft.

The refuted Gogol immediately fell silent.

Finally, Kunikida brought everyone’s focus back to the large screen: So! How should this question be answered? Yunxi-kun knows absolutely nothing about Gogol-kun, right?

Yunxi didn’t know who Gogol was, but he felt this must be a skinwalker seeking validation.

Kunikida: So he actually has some idea? No wonder he’s not panicking at all… Wait wait wait, skinwalker seeking validation?!

Was this a term that should appear in reality?

In any case, firmly believing this, Yunxi used the most malicious language he could think of to attack the Clown.

Kunikida unconsciously took notes: A third-party labor dispatch community public welfare position employee with a monthly salary of 3,000 RMB actually paid 2,000 while the remaining 1,000 is compensated with silk quilts…?

Wait, this actually seemed…

Speaking what Kunikida was thinking was Hugo, who despite being a Transcendent was also French: This is indeed extremely malicious!

The other working people in the Viewing Room also unusually set aside their positions and began nodding silently.

Unfortunately, Gogol didn’t understand.

However, Gogol felt this was also quite free, so he proceeded to introduce himself on his own.

Finally, he asked: Do you like little birds?

Nakajima Atsushi: !!!

Edogawa Ranpo keenly noticed: Did Clown-kun ask Atsushi-kun this question too?

Nakajima Atsushi nodded vigorously.

That’s right! And it was again asked mid-battle! After asking, he immediately started targeting him again!

Kunikida grew tense: Because Yunxi-kun stole the item with the ‘Clown’ prefix, if Yunxi-kun knows Gogol-kun is his enemy, he’ll be extremely careful?

Yunxi found the white-haired Clown hitting all his aesthetic preferences.

Edogawa Ranpo nodded emphatically: That’s exactly it! This great detective noticed earlier that Yunxi-kun seems to really like white-haired people like Clown-kun!

Especially long-haired white-haired people with heterochromatic Russian features! Completely within Yunxi-kun’s strike zone!

The Viewing Room crowd: ?

The large screen had already continued playing.

Both Gogols inside and outside the screen widened their eyes simultaneously: Huh…?

Such a free-spirited Yunxi was actually bound by something called love the very first second he laid eyes on the Clown?

This was truly terrible…

Yunxi was restrained, but not entirely.

So while Yunxi now claimed he only wanted Gogol to be with him, saying it was fine if Gogol remarried with his wealth after his death, what he actually thought was how to blow up both Gogol’s next partner and any NPCs who dared offer congratulations all the way to the western heavens.

Gogol’s thought process came to a halt as he slowly typed out a question mark: Why would the Clown… remarry with Little Yunxi’s wealth?

The Clown himself never wanted to be with anyone in the first place?

Meanwhile, Dazai Osamu, who had originally been homophobic, imagined a scene where the Clown remarried some unknown person, invited Fyodor to the ceremony, and ended up with Fyodor being blown up to the western heavens.

Dazai gradually shifted from 😐 to :D.

Hehe! He could set aside his homophobia for two seconds!

Fyodor realized what Dazai was fantasizing about, but didn’t refute it.

He just murmured to himself: The Gogol-kun in that world wouldn’t agree to Yunxi-kun’s proposal.

While saying this, Fyodor unconsciously began anxiously biting his already uneven nails: A fleeting interest isn’t enough to make Gogol-kun abandon his ‘freedom’.

Gogol did indeed refuse. But then he asked for Yunxi’s opinion about opening his skull to pursue true freedom.

Yunxi also gave his response: You’re quite kind-hearted.

Everyone in the Viewing Room including Gogol: ???

Nakajima Atsushi nearly screamed: How can that be called kind-hearted?!

After all, when Yunxi put himself in that position, he felt he would probably choose to destroy the world. Compared to that, Gogol not becoming a world-destroying villain was truly kind-hearted! As expected of the lover he chose!

Gogol began pondering: Hmm, what binds the Clown does include this world, and destroying the world does sound quite free…

Kunikida grew increasingly distraught: Yunxi-kun is even providing ideas for this kind of criminal!

Gogol: Haha, sorry, but this does sound quite interesting…Just as Dazai wanted to comfort the even more collapsed Kunikida, Yunxi on the big screen suddenly moved again.

Yunxi abruptly hugged Gogol.

Yunxi lay back down: It’s about intuition in this area.

Dazai had already silently leaned back in his chair when this scene began, peacefully closing his eyes again.

Hearing Yunxi’s final words, he spoke faintly: The film’s discrimination against heterosexuals in this area.

Everyone in the Viewing Room: It’s not that bad?!

Gogol comforted: Dazai-kun, you don’t need to worry too much, after all the Clown really has no interest in romance…

Dazai didn’t respond, but clearly didn’t believe it.

Tachihara Michizō whispered: Even though Yunxi-kun confessed to the Clown upon first meeting, sexually harassed him, and even invited him to sleep together…

But the Clown’s legs belong to the Clown himself! If the Clown really wanted to leave, could Yunxi-kun actually stop him from running away?!

The fact that the Clown on the big screen didn’t run away meant he liked Yunxi, didn’t it?!

The big screen soon cleared Gogol’s name.

Gogol did indeed want to leave.

But once Gogol tried to leave, fierce winds began raging outside, and the chosen landing spot was suddenly struck by lightning…

Gogol had no choice but to agree to Yunxi’s request.]

Tachihara Michizō also fell silent.

Fyodor, however, was thoughtful: Hmm…

Yunxi’s various behaviors were indeed interesting, but what puzzled him even more was Gogol’s indulgence… Could it be that Gogol simply had a fondness for Asian youths with that particular appearance?

Gogol, who suddenly felt a chill down his spine: ???

Gogol glanced around but couldn’t pinpoint what was wrong. Meanwhile, the developments on the large screen grew increasingly peculiar.

[First, Gogol proactively used his special ability to cleanse Yunxi’s body. Then, he allowed Yunxi to fall asleep leaning against him. At night, even when Yunxi pressed against him and rubbed against him repeatedly, Gogol didn’t resist.]

Ozaki Kouyou watched as black strands of hair slipped from Yunxi’s shoulder, covering Gogol’s long hair that still shimmered like moonlight in the dim light, and quietly teased: Wow.

Though somewhat sudden, these two seemed remarkably compatible!

Shakespeare sighed emotionally: Young love.

Truly wonderful indeed!

Despite such teasing, Gogol unusually refrained from launching into one of his performances. Instead, he began to ponder.

Gogol was thinking about why the Gogol from another world had genuinely chosen to stay.

The weather outside was indeed terrible, but a clown could use teleportation multiple times, could take Yunxi-kun along… There would always be a way. If the other chose not to leave, it was their own decision.

So, why?

Unfortunately, while the large screen did reveal Gogol’s inner thoughts, it showed a different part.

[Gogol wanted to kill Yunxi, but he felt that killing someone as fortunate as Yunxi would be too troublesome. He somewhat missed Fyodor, whom he hadn’t killed yet.]

The expressions of everyone in the Viewing Room instantly turned strange. Even Transcendents like Agatha looked at Gogol with particularly complex gazes.

Wasn’t this just asking for a hellish level of difficulty in life?!

[Fortunately, Gogol only thought about it and had no real intention to act.

Meanwhile, on the other side…]

Mori Ōgai, seeing his own face appear on the large screen, first tensed subconsciously, then became filled with confusion: Nakahara-kun is afraid of snakes, especially king cobras… Did Yunxi-kun really send that to ‘me’?

Would another Mori Ōgai believe something so absurd?

[An ordinarily absurd Mori Ōgai might not believe it, but when something reached this level of absurdity, Mori Ōgai had to weigh it carefully.

After all, he believed Yunxi wouldn’t take him for a fool.]

Mori Ōgai wanted to refute, but he suddenly realized what was coming next.

[Mori Ōgai began speculating about Yunxi’s intentions. First, he considered that if the Sheep really had a space-type ability user who could transfer toxins, his original plan to use poison against Nakahara Chuuya would be unworkable. Then, he felt that Yunxi immediately providing a king cobra solution seemed far too coincidental, suspecting that Yunxi had seen through his scheme…]

This segment not only confirmed Mori Ōgai’s outsmarting himself but also verified that the Port Mafia had indeed played a key role in the Sheep’s betrayal of Nakahara Chuuya.

Feeling the increasingly oppressive aura emanating from Verlaine beside him, Mori Ōgai was breaking out in a cold sweat.

Mori Ōgai could only feign composure: Chuuya…

Nakahara Chuuya cut him off: I know. I stopped caring about what happened back then long ago.

Regardless, in the end, they were the ones who made their own choices…

Hugo rudely interrupted: Verlaine, is this the scene you wanted to see? Your kind being forced to choose between two terrible options, picking the slightly less terrible one?

Verlaine kept a cold face and did not respond.

Nakahara Chuuya clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction: What does my business have to do with you?

Besides, didn’t all human relationships start with some degree of self-interest? Yunxi was the same toward him!

The only one who initially showed him pure kindness was Shirase, but how that turned out… well, many people here knew…

Suddenly, Dazai Osamu’s voice came from the large screen.

[Through the phone, Dazai Osamu told Mori Ōgai that the king cobra was a calculus symbol.]

Amid Gogol’s hysterical laughter and Nakajima Atsushi and the others’ suppressed giggles, Nakahara Chuuya abruptly fell silent.

Why wasn’t Yunxi selling any useful information about him to the Port Mafia?!

He was starting to wonder if Yunxi actually considered him a friend!

[Whether Yunxi considered Nakahara Chuuya a friend was uncertain, but he definitely didn’t like Mori Ōgai.

Because when Mori Ōgai questioned him, Yunxi pretended to be a customer service representative and replied: (I will come to your clinic later to execute you by firing squad).]

Nakahara Chuuya: .

So when the deal falls through, he starts making threats!

[Fortunately, Mori Ōgai decided to endure it for now.

Meanwhile, Nakahara Chuuya also questioned Yunxi about his unwillingness to continue assassinating his enemy and received Yunxi’s resigned response:

An enemy is an enemy… they can’t become a husband… I mean a husband could be an enemy, sorry…]

Yunxi’s singing was truly an assault on the ears. Both the on-screen and off-screen Nakahara Chuuya almost simultaneously cried out in despair: Forget about getting together with your enemy, what exactly is so hype about this song?!

Others in the Viewing Room nodded in agreement, leaving only Gogol looking pitiful and helpless.

Haha. Gogol looked blankly at Sigma. If Clown remembers correctly, Clown never agreed to be with Little Yunxi, right?

Sigma really wanted to say I don’t believe you, start by not calling him ‘Little Yunxi’ first, but considering how terrifying Gogol could be, Sigma held back.

Sigma kept a straight face, pretending to be intently watching the large screen.

[Yunxi first said He’s a show-quality white-haired breed, he must have his reasons, then added I almost begged myself on my knees not to awaken my Chinese genes at a time like this, but I was afraid other traits would awaken if I knelt down, leaving Nakahara Chuuya utterly speechless.]

Gogol rarely showed confusion: Show-quality white-haired breed… what does that mean?

Did it refer to his pure white hair without any discoloration?

But what does liking white hair have to do with Chinese genes? Gogol tried hard to recall the Chinese people he’d met before. Clown doesn’t remember receiving any special preference from Chinese people either?

Sigma whispered: Could it be because you look too terrifying?

Gogol: Hmm?

Sigma immediately: Never mind.

Gogol wanted to ask more, but on the large screen, Yunxi had already begun fabricating Gogol’s background based on his own understanding of him.

[In Yunxi’s account, Gogol was a clown who only appeared at night, spending his days sneaking around and stealing.]

Gogol: ?

Slander, right? This is slander, isn’t it?

Gogol wanted to defend himself, but Fyodor, after staring at him for a moment, suddenly spoke up:

As expected, Yunxi-kun doesn’t really care about Gogol-kun himself.

Gogol: ??

Fyodor kindly continued to explain: It seems Yunxi-kun would like anyone with long white hair, so Gogol-kun doesn’t need to worry about being pestered by Yunxi-kun. After all, this type isn’t particularly rare in our world.

Gogol: ???

Gogol wanted to say that as a skilled performing clown, he was surely the most charming among all white-haired individuals. But just as he opened his mouth, Yunxi’s inner thoughts appeared on the large screen.

[Yunxi knew Gogol was likely plotting something against him, but he didn’t care—he couldn’t die anyway. Once his combat power exceeded 60, he could just force himself on Gogol.

It was somewhat immoral, but as a white-haired enthusiast, Yunxi needed to do something questionable with white-haired people at night to have the energy to save the world during the day!]

Gogol shut his mouth instantly, like a bird whose beak had been pinched shut.

Fyodor wanted to press his advantage, but Kunikida’s collapsing voice from the other side interrupted him.

Kunikida: What kind of Savior needs to do such things at night to save the world?

Nakajima Atsushi nodded frantically in agreement.

Mori Ōgai watched with great interest and was about to add his own comments when the screen suddenly changed scenes.

[Nakahara Chuuya left for unknown reasons, and Yunxi suddenly received a text from Mori Ōgai urging him to come to the small clinic.]

Mori Ōgai was 100% certain that Nakahara Chuuya had been lured away by information released by the Port Mafia to investigate leads about Arahabaki. The Port Mafia’s goal in doing this was to recruit Yunxi ahead of schedule.

With only 15 points of combat power, the Port Mafia should theoretically be able to overpower Yunxi easily, but… Mori Ōgai had a very bad premonition.

Soon, Yunxi’s reaction turned Mori Ōgai’s premonition into reality.

[Yunxi found Mori Ōgai’s voice too terrifying. He suspected Mori Ōgai had taken a liking to him, to the point where his fingers were almost instinctively moving toward his own temples.]

Mori Ōgai: …?

Nakahara Chuuya immediately jumped up: It’s clearly because his prejudices against everyone are as massive as Sichuan!

What did Yunxi being a white-haired enthusiast and a pansexual have to do with Boss Mori? How could so many people possibly be interested in Yunxi!

Meanwhile, Gogol looked up the meaning of pansexual using AI: Capable of feeling attraction toward individuals of any gender identity… Haha, so doesn’t that mean if the clown turned into a bird, a plastic bag, or even an attack helicopter, Little Yunxi could still fall for him because of the clown’s white hair?

But the clown really likes his own white hair too…

Fyodor kindly reminded him again: Gogol-kun, the Rats in the House of the Dead has members with long white hair.

Gogol: The clown doesn’t want to cut his white hair…

Fyodor: Other organizations have them too.

Gogol: Little Yunxi will definitely like the clown…

Fyodor: Dyeing your hair isn’t difficult either.

Gogol: What should the clown do with little Yunxi…

Fyodor: ?

Was he casting pearls before swine?

The Viewing Room was in complete chaos, and the scene on the big screen was no less turbulent.

After Mori Ōgai finally managed to explain everything clearly, Yunxi spoke up again: You want to freeload off me, making me bake my own pancakes to feed myself.

Hugo pondered: Well, the words are rather blunt, but that’s essentially the case.

After all, Yunxi’s growth rate was remarkably fast, and his potential ceiling was exceptionally high. The Port Mafia only needed to invest a little to reap enormous returns.

Fitzgerald pointed out sharply: Ultimately, it’s because the Port Mafia is too poor.

If it were the [Guild] at this point in time, Yunxi would definitely not refuse!

Ahem. Mori Ōgai raised his hand awkwardly yet politely and said, Could it be that these aren’t the main issues, and the failure to reach cooperation is simply due to Yunxi-kun’s greed?

Gogol, snapping out of his bickering with Fyodor: Shouldn’t it be because little Yunxi pursues freedom and doesn’t want to be bound by an organization?

No, it really is because of greed.

Yunxi said he was materialistic, vain, and bullied the weak while fearing the strong. There were many things he didn’t do not because he didn’t dare, but because he couldn’t. Once he became strong enough, he would cage the people he liked and raise them like free-range chicks…

Fyodor: Ahem.

Gogol: .

To be honest, Gogol had always liked Yunxi quite a bit, and he was genuinely curious about how the plot would unfold.

But now, Gogol was having a hard time convincing himself.

His future… surely couldn’t actually involve being some kind of free-range chick, right!