I Became the Savior on the Fourth Day of Disaster - Chapter 78: Viewing Room 7 (Additional Chapter Thanks to Ningning's Long Review + 2 Nutrient Solutions...)

Chapter 78: Viewing Room 7 (Additional Chapter Thanks to Ningning’s Long Review + 2 Nutrient Solutions…)

Kunikida finally temporarily stopped his frantic note-taking. He looked up, incredulous:

Wait, it doesn’t mean what I think it means, does it? Is Yunxi-kun suggesting that [The Demon] is… the child of that Port Mafia leader and Dazai?!

Yosano: Probably, because of the eye and hair color, and the temperament
Nakajima Atsushi: Now that you mention it, that does seem right, but..
Fyodor.

However, when he was born, neither Dazai Osamu nor Mori Ōgai’s ancestors from generations ago had even arrived in this world yet!

Dazai Osamu suffered secondary damage from Nakajima Atsushi’s words. Half-dead, he muttered: A noose, Viewing Room, give me a sturdy noose..
Ughhh! So disgusting! Just thinking about it made him feel like dying right then and there!

Mori Ōgai’s expression was also very awkward: Haha, what I actually like are only little girls under 12 years old
The expressions of everyone in the Viewing Room turned strange.

Did Mori Ōgai have Fyodor when Dazai was 12 years old?

That sounded even worse!!!

Mori Ōgai instantly realized what everyone was thinking and finally broke down: Little girls! Little girls!

Was Dazai Osamu feminine at all?!

Shakespeare, who had been quietly watching until now, finally couldn’t help but interject: But when you met this Dazai-kun, he must have been quite young too
At that age, the difference between boys and girls isn’t that significant
This time, Dazai didn’t even want a noose anymore – he started dry heaving.

Mori Ōgai wanted to explain, but clearly, his explanation would only make the situation worse.

In the end, Mori Ōgai chose to give up: Anyway, let’s continue watching. The next person to suffer because of Yunxi-kun probably won’t be me..
Unfortunately, Yunxi seemed to be uncharacteristically well-behaved this time.

He just took a bath, changed clothes, and began slowly drying his hair.

Fyodor had Ivan help dry Yunxi’s hair, and Yunxi didn’t refuse.
Ozaki Kouyou said softly: This is when you can tell Yunxi-kun clearly comes from a peaceful world
She wouldn’t dare let someone she didn’t trust stand behind her and help dry her hair!

Kunikida muttered: It’s because it’s [The Demon] on the other side
[The Demon] is very good at deceiving people.

Fyodor chimed in: Is that so? But I don’t think it’s because of me
Yunxi said it was because at the Port Mafia, he would wash his hair at the shop, and before that, Gogol would help him transfer the water away.
Fyodor gestured for Kunikida to look at the big screen: If you think carefully about the sequence of these two events, it’s clear that Yunxi-kun is willing to let others handle his hair because of Gogol-kun
Kunikida: …

Others in the Viewing Room: …

Why are you everywhere?!

Gogol said awkwardly: Haha, but this clown has already left Yokohama! What happens next has nothing to do with this clown..
Fyodor had Ivan take out the ten red pom-pom hair accessories that Gogol had prepared as gifts for Yunxi. After confirming they were correct, Yunxi put away nine and used one for himself.
Gogol watched the red pom-pom behind Yunxi’s head bouncing with Yunxi’s movements and fell silent.

What exactly was the other Gogol thinking? Did he genuinely like Yunxi? Didn’t he find such emotions restrictive?

Before Gogol could reach a conclusion in his thoughts, another unexpected scene appeared on the large screen.

Yunxi accidentally revealed that the player’s backpack wasn’t a Special ability.
Kunikida: He just… said it out loud?!

Louisa tried to convince herself: Well, the Port Mafia already knows. Once the secret’s out, it’s no longer a secret
That… does make sense. Kunikida accepted this reasoning faster than Louisa, but he remained tense. But this time, it’s [The Demon] who knows!

Who knows what [The Demon] might do to Yunxi?

Fyodor sighed helplessly: I don’t think I would do anything to Yunxi-kun, whom Gogol-kun likes so much. At most, I’d just test Yunxi-kun a little
Gogol-kun, what do you think? Fyodor turned his head. Gogol-kun?

For once, Gogol simply stared seriously at the large screen without immediately responding.

After a long while, Gogol finally asked: My dear friend, so you’ve decided to send little Yunxi back to China for testing?

How is that any different from making sure he and little Yunxi never see each other again!

Fyodor slowly blinked. Faced with this difficult question, he directly changed the subject: Ahem, speaking of which, it hasn’t been long since Gogol-kun left, but Yunxi-kun already seems to have taken a liking to Ivan
Perhaps for Yunxi-kun, Gogol-kun isn’t necessary at all
Upon hearing this, Gogol immediately began wondering what he had said to make Fyodor suddenly use Ivan to provoke him.

Of course, Gogol wouldn’t remember that Fyodor had actually used Ivan to provoke him many times before – he just ignored it every time.

Ivan remained quiet, the smile at the corner of his lips completely unchanged.

I am reluctant to use my Special ability casually, but since it’s my master’s request, sparring with Yunxi-kun isn’t a big deal
Ivan’s voice sounded like he was reciting poetry. In an underground battle, I absolutely will not lose
Fyodor chuckled softly.

Yosano muttered: He didn’t lose, true. He just went from being [The Demon]’s subordinate to becoming a broad shoulder for Yunxi-kun to lean against
This subordinate of [The Demon], stop being so absorbed in your master’s laughter! That clown over there might seem indifferent, but he genuinely wants to kill someone!

Fortunately, this scene quickly passed, and the screen returned to the Port Mafia.

Mori Ōgai was asking Nakahara Chuuya about his opinion of Yunxi.

I know you had nothing to do with Yunxi stealing from the weapons storage. I’m not angry, you can speak freely.
Yosano: Tch
Nice words, but this doctor still wants to hear Nakahara Chuuya say something bad about Yunxi, doesn’t he?

Unfortunately, Nakahara Chuuya would only say:

Yunxi isn’t a bad person. He gets scared walking outside alone. When he first came to the Port Mafia, he even needed to take naps with me…
Gogol: Has little Yunxi ever slept well? The clown saw – every time little Yunxi slept at the Port Mafia, he secretly held a knife in his hand, and had [Poison Gas]×1 selected on his panel too!

Ookura Teruko: Yunxi-kun absolutely wasn’t unwilling to kill Nakahara-kun! He just thought it wasn’t necessary!
Mori Ōgai expressed confusion: Stealing an armory might be a desperate move, but stealing enough weapons to equip an entire small mafia organization… can that still be called having no other options?

Under the verbal assault from others, Nakahara Chuuya’s cheeks had turned completely red.

At this moment, Verlaine added fuel to the fire: My counterpart, your vigilance toward humans is somewhat too low
Even if Yunxi-kun appears very unlike a human, you still can’t..
Nakahara Chuuya: .

How did Yunxi become the far from human type in Verlaine’s mouth?

And… enough! Why couldn’t he like Yunxi? Couldn’t it be that the other him sensed Yunxi’s kindness toward him from the smallest details?!

[After being reminded by Mori Ōgai, Nakahara Chuuya returned to his office with heavy steps.

Then, a subordinate handed him a letter left by Yunxi.]

Ozaki Kouyou expressed surprise: There’s actually a letter?

So Yunxi didn’t completely treat Nakahara Chuuya as a tool NPC?

Mori Ōgai said eerily: And it’s even a neatly printed letter
Nakahara Chuuya coughed lightly in embarrassment, but his eyes remained honestly fixed on the large screen.

Clearly, Nakahara Chuuya really wanted to know what message Yunxi had left for his other self.

[Yunxi left Chuya a survival and promotion guide for when the Boss gets assassinated.]

Nakahara Chuuya, who was instructed to just be an employee and not treat the boss’s life as important: ?

Mori Ōgai, whose life doesn’t need to be treated as important: ??

Other Port Mafia members who usually have their merits stolen by Nakahara Chuuya and are expected to die in his place if something really happens: ???

The atmosphere in the Port Mafia suddenly became very strange. Of course, other organizations felt the same, since Yunxi’s guide could be easily applied to any organization present.

In the entire Viewing Room, only Gogol laughed openly: Little Yunxi isn’t wrong! Organization members are just employees—what they should really do is know when to yield and when to stand firm, and protect themselves!

Fukuchi Ochi: ?

Is this why Gogol avoided the death meant for Clown in the original Decay of the Angel plan?

Fukuchi Ochi really wanted to directly question Gogol, but since his identity as the mastermind behind the external chaos hadn’t been exposed yet, he restrained himself.

[And just at that moment, on the large screen, Yunxi’s letter finally took a turn.

Yunxi said he had actually learned about the Sheep collaborating with GSS to betray Nakahara Chuuya.

He was going to get revenge on these people for Nakahara Chuuya.Nakahara Chuuya’s expression first went blank, then turned into astonishment that Yunxi actually cared about him so much privately, and finally became devastated at what Yunxi planned to do.

The other me probably didn’t ask Yunxi-kun to do this kind of thing, right?

What is Yunxi taking upon himself to do anyway!

However, no matter what, in the eyes of most people in the Viewing Room, Yunxi had finally done something that could be considered worthy of others.

Even Verlaine’s eyes rarely softened.

Gogol complained discontentedly: Little Yunxi never cared about Clown like this
Not getting a response, Gogol shouted: Little Yunxi doesn’t care about Clown like this!!!

Those sitting near Gogol in the Viewing Room quietly covered their own ears.

How annoying, this guy.

On the other side, Mori Ōgai muttered, So, no one cares about the two ‘PS’s Yunxi-kun added at the end?

Two PSs—one said he would pin all the blame on the Port Mafia, and the other told Nakahara Chuuya not to bother him while casually mocking Chuuya’s poor grades… Was he the only one bothered by such outrageous behavior?!

Indeed, only Mori Ōgai cared, as everyone else was focused on Yunxi’s next moves.

[However, Yunxi didn’t set out immediately. Instead, he spent his time trying to win over Fyodor in order to obtain intel on the GSS and the Sheep directly.

Unfortunately, after five full days, Fyodor clearly knew what Yunxi wanted but still refused to hand over the information.]

The large screen didn’t show exactly what Yunxi did, but Nakahara Chuuya still felt somewhat uncomfortable.

How strange—it felt odd watching someone curry favor with the [Demon] just to help him seek revenge.

Why didn’t Yunxi just come back and ask him for intel on the Sheep and GSS? He might have refused… but he would never have tormented Yunxi for five days without giving a clear answer like the [Demon] did!

Fyodor sensed what Nakahara Chuuya was thinking.

But he believed he had been quite reasonable. After five days, if the other Fyodor hadn’t responded, the problem must lie with Yunxi.

Fyodor wanted to explain, but the large screen beat him to it, revealing how Yunxi had tried to win him over.

[On Saturday, Yunxi cheerfully called out, The stir-fried bean pods are ready! Come eat, Fyodor!

The one who emerged at Yunxi’s voice was Fyodor, his face numb and seemingly tinted green from the bean pods’ glare.]

Chuuya immediately retracted his earlier thoughts.

Yunxi wasn’t trying to win anyone over—he was tormenting them! The [Demon] enduring five days of this is impressive enough!

He really shouldn’t have expected the [Demon] to voluntarily provide Yunxi with intel!

Meanwhile, Dazai Osamu turned to Fyodor, stifling laughter as he asked, [Demon], don’t you like Yunxi-kun’s cooking?

Gogol chimed in, It doesn’t look bad! Besides, Little Yunxi made it himself! Even if he used the Clown’s money to buy the ingredients…

Fyodor was clever, but even he couldn’t distinguish which stir-fried bean pods were leftovers from yesterday and which were fresh. He dreaded to imagine the consequences of accidentally eating week-old bean pods.]

Gogol quickly backtracked, Alright, it’s perfectly normal for my dear friend to dislike such… liberated cooking
Fyodor: ?

Was liberated really the right word for this?

[Fortunately, today’s Fyodor seemed to have finally wisened up. He preemptively handed over the intel to Yunxi.

Yunxi promptly stored the information and invited, Come eat! Today’s dish is stir-fried bean pods!]

The others in the Viewing Room, initially holding back laughter out of respect for the [Demon]’s status, finally lost their composure.

To think the [Demon] would meet his match like this!

Fyodor: .

Enough. Let this scene end already.

As if hearing Fyodor’s silent plea, the screen shifted, transitioning directly to the next plot point.

Yunxi, carrying the singularity Rimbaud and accompanied by Ivan, wreaked havoc inside the GSS stronghold.
Kunikida instinctively showed a pained expression when he saw Yunxi deliberately using thermal weapons capable of causing large-scale destruction.

Fortunately, Yunxi didn’t actually intend to kill anyone. He merely forced everyone to tidy their appearance and look up, then finally helped them take out online loans…
Wait.

Loans for what?!

Online usurious loans.

Yunxi’s reasoning was: Although it’s a 7% daily compound interest, it’s enough for your medical treatment. No need to thank me. We’re all in the same underworld—the Port Mafia has no reason to harm GSS.”
Kunikida snapped back to reality instantly.

Meanwhile, Louisa couldn’t help but remark, Yunxi-kun really acts like a villain.”

Especially when the enemy’s jaw was dislocated and gaping open, only for Yunxi to deliver another slap!

Mori Ōgai chuckled awkwardly, Haha, what does he mean by ‘the Port Mafia won’t harm them’? Yunxi-kun has nothing to do with the Port Mafia, right?”

Such obvious framing—surely GSS wouldn’t believe it…

The GSS members believed it.
Mori Ōgai: .

After a moment of speechlessness, Mori Ōgai slowly turned toward Nakahara Chuuya, his questioning gaze almost tangible.

If things were like this in another world, what was Nakahara Chuuya’s reaction?

Could it be that their world’s Nakahara Chuuya had been brainwashed by his alternate self into believing Yunxi was the one pure, innocent white lotus?

Nakahara Chuuya noticed Mori Ōgai’s stare and awkwardly averted his eyes.

Mori Ōgai: ???

Gogol also noticed this and muttered, So this [Gravity User] really adores someone who’ll unconditionally take his side no matter what happens?”

How… naive.

Yunxi found another mid-level GSS executive.

He violently smashed the man’s head against the coffee table: Say you don’t know our Port Mafia’s future top executive Nakahara Chuuya again?!”
Nakahara Chuuya disliked Yunxi’s brutal methods against enemies, but he only snorted and said, So now he knows ‘I’ will be the Port Mafia’s top executive in the future.”

Wasn’t he previously insisting on working under Dazai Osamu?

Mori Ōgai: …?

Shouldn’t the real issue be that the Port Mafia was taking the blame for Yunxi again?

The executive had completely accepted Yunxi as a Port Mafia member, but he was in too much pain and began babbling incoherently, even bringing up the police.
Kunikida sighed, Talking about calling the police to a mafia member… what was he thinking…”

Huh? Why did Yunxi-kun actually stop?”

Take it up with my minor protection laws.”

Followed by the loud CRASH of the executive’s head being slammed even harder against the coffee table.
Everyone in the Viewing Room: …

Yunxi’s behavioral pattern was downright villainous!

Humming We’re All Living Vigorously,” Yunxi prepared to leave, but halfway out he noticed the executive wasn’t dead yet.

So he remarked, I hit you that hard and you’re still alive?” and delivered another blow. The executive died.
Everyone in the Viewing Room: .

Not just a villain—a super evil type of villain!

Yunxi had truly been wasted living in a peaceful, orderly world all this time!

Verlaine didn’t see any problem with it, after all, his methods were far bloodier than Yunxi’s. But at that moment, the camera suddenly shifted to the singularity Rimbaud hidden in Yunxi’s pocket.

Singularity Rimbaud wonders if he’s still in the land of the living.
Verlaine: .

Well, Yunxi’s methods weren’t bloody enough, but they were certainly ahead of their time.

At the very least, he couldn’t come up with such abstract ways to deal with enemies.

But next, it should be the Sheep’s turn, right?

He had only killed the [Flag] group, and that already provoked such a fierce reaction from Nakahara Chuuya. If Yunxi were to target the Sheep…

The scene shifts to where the Sheep members are working part-time.
Nakahara Chuuya’s fingers unconsciously tightened.

His goodwill toward the Sheep had indeed been completely exhausted due to past events, but he still didn’t want Yunxi to treat the Sheep the same way he had just treated the GSS.

If Yunxi really did that…

Nakahara Chuuya’s thoughts came to a halt.

Yunxi did mess with the Sheep, but not to that extent, and his reasons weren’t solely because of Nakahara Chuuya.

Yunxi believed that Nakahara Chuuya was willing to let the Sheep off because, to him, they were like shit in his pants—smelly but warm.

Yunxi couldn’t stand it because, from his perspective, it was as if someone had inexplicably taken a dump in his pants.
Fitzgerald instantly made a pained expression: What a vivid description..
Louisa: But it’s quite accurate
Shakespeare chimed in: Now I completely understand why Yunxi insisted on targeting these kids!

Hugo nodded along.

If it were him, he’d want to kill someone too! Yunxi merely wanting to beat them until they shit themselves was already quite gentle!

Nakahara Chuuya: …

Nakahara Chuuya finally couldn’t hold back: It’s just a metaphor!

And! Who would use… something like that for warmth!

Verlaine should stop looking at him too! He had indeed stayed with the [Sheep] for a long time, but no one actually took a dump in his pants!