I Became the Savior on the Fourth Day of Disaster - Chapter 82: Viewing Experience 11 (26k Nutrient Liquid Bonus) Yunxi..

Chapter 82: Viewing Experience 11 (26k Nutrient Liquid Bonus) Yunxi…

Fyodor had originally been observing Gogol from his world with just the corner of his eye, but when he realized Gogol had genuinely developed an interest in Yunxi, he finally couldn’t tolerate it any longer.

Gogol was Russian like him, right? Could it be that Gogol considered rebelling against Russia’s social tendencies and laws as a form of freedom?

Unable to figure it out, Fyodor simply continued watching the large screen attentively.

Fyodor had already been somewhat impressed before, but when he saw both Verlaine and Gogol instinctively avert their gazes under Yunxi’s glance, he became even more admiring.

If Fyodor could play with memes like Yunxi, he would definitely praise Yunxi as a natural-born criminal saint.
If Yunxi-kun had been willing to join [Rats in the House of the Dead from the beginning… Fyodor unconsciously began biting his nails, For example, if the game assigned Yunxi-kun an [Rats in the House of the Dead Member Identity Card…
Dazai Osamu wanted to tell this rat to stop dreaming, but Yunxi’s voice from the large screen spoke first.

[Yunxi was asking Verlaine why he hadn’t left yet.

Fyodor: .

Such an offensive subordinate – as a somewhat petty Boss, he really didn’t appreciate it.

[Verlaine left expressionlessly, and Yunxi ran to a safe place with Gogol.

Facing the [Great Order that Yunxi couldn’t open, Gogol preened like a peacock: The Clown’s Special ability is spatial type!
Yunxi clapped wildly: The Clown is amazing!

Agatha: Tch.
Could you please understand that the current focus should be on the [Great Order?

[But after studying it for a long time, Yunxi regretfully discovered that the [Great Order didn’t even have the ability to make the Savior publicly awaken their Special ability and continuously break through to the Transcendent realm. It seemed like a useless item.

Agatha, Shakespeare, and others who knew how powerful the [Great Order was: ???

Shakespeare spoke up to defend his organization’s weapon: Isn’t it normal that it doesn’t work like that? The [Great Order wasn’t originally meant to be used that way?
But first he needs to have subordinates…
[However, no one said subordinates had to be human.

So, after Yunxi dug around and used the [Great Order, the ants, earthworms, poisonous insects… that Yunxi had previously collected in his backpack all started obeying Yunxi’s commands!

Shakespeare: …?

Ookura Teruko clenched her fists: The [Great Order definitely wasn’t meant to be used like that either, right?!Sakaguchi Ango was equally devastated: ‘Getting such a powerful item but only using it to command insects, so he wouldn’t have to worry about enemies among the bugs when sleeping underground in the future.’.. What kind of wish-fulfillment novel is Yunxi-kun’s life supposed to be?!
This is completely a realistic tragic story!

Gogol, however, accepted it quite well. He excitedly urged: So the next plot is Yunxi-kun commanding all the insects in Europe?
[Not that fast. The insects are still working hard to expand their territory, and it looks like it will take several months to accomplish anything.

Yunxi grew impatient after waiting just a few days. Yunxi wanted to test it on the Nameless Organization first.

Although he had previously given the Nameless Organization to Fyodor, he never said he couldn’t take it back!

Fyodor’s expression remained impassive. Hmm, not surprising at all. This is exactly the kind of thing Yunxi-kun would do.
However, the other version of me should have already exhausted the Nameless Organization…
[That’s indeed the case, so Fyodor had long since extricated himself. After some twists and conflicts, the Nameless Organization selected a new BOSS.

When Yunxi and Gogol first arrived here, what they saw was a building constructed under the new BOSS’s orders.

A local enthusiastically explained: It’s the Imperial Ancestral Temple for Qin Shi Huang!

Cough! Cough! Cough! Director Taneeda choked on his own saliva, coughing violently as if his lungs would tear.

Meanwhile, Gogol was laughing so hard he could barely catch his breath—under normal circumstances, it might even make others worry if Clown would hyperventilate from it.

Kunikida trembled. The… Imperial Ancestral Temple for whom?
Yosano: Qin Shi Huang.
Kunikida: The what for Qin Shi Huang?
Yosano: Imperial Ancestral Temple.
Kunikida: But this is…
Yosano: Europe. The Nameless Organization’s territory.
Kunikida: …

Alright, he hadn’t misheard. So why would there be an Imperial Ancestral Temple for Qin Shi Huang appearing in Europe?

Because of Yunxi? But the Nameless Organization isn’t exactly small, right? With so many people, didn’t anyone find it strange and realize Yunxi was using a pseudonym?!

[Yunxi felt embarrassed, but he was starting to find it funny too.

Good news: his casual remark about deserving an Imperial Ancestral Temple had come true.

Bad news: it was built by foreigners, and his pseudonym was Qin Shi Huang.

How embarrassing would this be if word got back home!

Nakahara Chuuya muttered under his breath: He only feels embarrassed when it involves Chinese people.
What, were they foreigners not human too?

[Anyway! Yunxi decided to scare the new BOSS a bit, to make them stop going so overboard.

Laszlo: Hmm…
A new BOSS born in this country, who also liked Yunxi… This mysterious new BOSS couldn’t possibly be the only one in the Nameless Organization whose counterpart had been pulled into this space, could he?!

Almost the moment Laszlo had this thought, another Laszlo’s face appeared on the large screen.

Everyone in the Viewing Room: !!!

It was actually him?

This guy in the Viewing Room seemed to have almost no presence—aside from praising Yunxi, he hadn’t shown much emotional fluctuation. So, after becoming the BOSS of a massive organization, aside from building an Imperial Ancestral Temple for Yunxi, what else would he actually do?

[Laszlo would perform bedtime prayers every day, but he prayed to Hong Xiuquan.

Fitzgerald was greatly shocked: Because he thought that although they were both sons of God, Hong Xiuquan and the Master he missed were from the same country, so they should be closer…
Just how much did Laszlo like Yunxi? Did he have to consider even such minor details?

Dazai Osamu similarly didn’t understand: How does he manage to seem like he believes in deities, yet also doesn’t?
Laszlo didn’t speak, but his eyes grew increasingly bright.

Although he was accustomed to praying, he had always known deep down that deities wouldn’t favor him. Therefore, who he prayed to didn’t matter—as long as Yunxi Master heard his prayers, that was enough.

And now, Yunxi had arrived.

Laszlo completely failed to realize that his other self had said something wrong. His expression remained excited and blissful.

Facing the gazes of everyone in the Viewing Room and the speechless Yunxi on the large screen, Laszlo mustered all his strength to pull his mind slightly away from the nearly overflowing happiness and said:

Does Mr. Yunxi like being called the strongest Esper Nezha? I can change it too!
The plot on the screen advanced a little further, so Laszlo added: You can call me Lao Chou too.
The expressions of everyone in the Viewing Room twisted in perfect unison at that moment.

The versions of them in another world no longer needed to urgently search for someone who could deal with Yunxi.

Because they had already found one!

Aside from Laszlo, there would be no one else in the world capable of matching Yunxi in magical combat!

Yunxi also thought Laszlo was quite abstract.
Kunikida: So that’s what Lao Chou meant earlier? But giving someone a name like Lao Chou for that reason… Yunxi-kun himself is no ordinary abstract thinker either!
Coming back to his senses, Yunxi finally got down to business.

My name is Yunxi, Yunxi said. Replace Qin Shi Huang with this.
Mori Ōgai looked puzzled: Voluntarily telling Laszlo his name…
Was Yunxi’s attitude too gentle when facing those willing to follow him?

No, the main reason was actually that Yunxi thought having a temple built for him was a good thing—just not under the name Qin Shi Huang.
Ozaki Kouyou murmured in repetition: Otherwise, years later when people in this world conduct archaeological digs and discover there’s a very prominent Qin Shi Huang Imperial Ancestral Temple in Europe… pfft.
That would indeed be hilarious!

Mori Ōgai didn’t quite understand: Wouldn’t that be better? Then we could directly claim Europe has always belonged to China…
Agatha tilted her head in confusion.

Mori Ōgai fell silent.

Agatha, speechless, turned her attention back to the large screen, wanting to see what other troubles Yunxi could bring to Europe in another world.

The first trouble soon appeared.

Lao Chou: That Chinese person went missing before, then a whole group of his companions came. He’s still back in his hometown persuading others to come make money together…
Agatha slowly widened her eyes.

What did he mean by calling people over to make money? Wasn’t this…

Kunikida was the first to complain: Isn’t this completely helping them send out spies? And how did so many people even get there? Didn’t the new boss have any suspicions at all?!
With such capabilities, no matter how you looked at it, they couldn’t just be ordinary people wanting to make money!

Lao Chou: They said they consulted Mazu and then came.
Kunikida and the others in the Viewing Room instantly fell silent.

Sakaguchi Ango whispered: If that’s the case, it almost makes sense to say these people are all ordinary…
Ookura Teruko interrupted: No! It’s more like all those people who consulted Mazu before were suspicious to begin with!
Everyone in the Viewing Room: Oh right!

They immediately began brainstorming, trying to recall if they had encountered any similar unidentified individuals before, but the large screen didn’t linger on them for long.

Soon, the screen moved on to the next scene.

After the conversation, Gogoi somewhat disdainfully transported all the living, dead, half-dead, and inexplicably fragmented insects underground, then separately wrapped Yunxi in his cloak and left.
The two sat on the rooftop. On this moonlit night with sparse stars, the black-haired boy looked up at the moon with a dazed expression, only to have the white-haired clown gently cradle his head with a hand.

Dazai Osamu mechanically raised his hand again to cover his own head.

Meanwhile, Ozaki Kouyou couldn’t help but curl the corners of her lips upward: My, what a romantic scene.
Yosano wanted to agree, but she disliked the clown, and Dazai Osamu was her teammate.

Just as Yosano prepared to endure it, another change occurred on the large screen.

Yosano murmured: An army without faith… Mimic?
Dazai Osamu’s eyes snapped open abruptly, his brown pupils fixed intensely on the large screen.

Edogawa Ranpo had long deduced what happened to Dazai through his own reasoning. Seeing Dazai like this, he frowned and warned: Dazai…
Edogawa Ranpo wanted to say that even if Mimic appeared, Yunxi wouldn’t necessarily kill them. It was more likely that Yunxi would beat Mimic up and then exile them elsewhere, so Dazai shouldn’t get his hopes up too much.

But Edogawa Ranpo knew Dazai wasn’t a fool – whatever he could easily figure out, Dazai would certainly know too.

Not just Dazai Osamu, but even the bespectacled member of the Supernatural Affairs Division currently gripping his pen tightly understood this clearly.

So Edogawa Ranpo chose to remain silent.

Yunxi: Just because they have no faith, they want to target my Imperial Ancestral Temple?
Gogol watched with curved eyes as his other self both teased Yunxi and revealed the true information, his fingers tapping interestedly on the armrest.

So, how will little Yunxi deal with the Mimic leader who possesses precognitive abilities?
[Yunxi took out the Great Order.

Louisa was puzzled: Facing an entire army, will the Great Order’s insects be useful?
[But the command Yunxi gave was: Transform into Verlaine’s appearance.

Louisa: !

Verlaine!

Both Mimic and Verlaine came from France, though Mimic had been abandoned by the French government much earlier, while Verlaine had always been treated as an important weapon by them.

Although Verlaine later chose to leave on his own, even so, Mimic would still instinctively assume that anyone directing Verlaine to attack them was from the French government!

Unlike the ten thousand different profound implications the viewing room occupants instantly thought of regarding Yunxi’s current approach, Verlaine was merely confused.

Was Yunxi in that world planning to borrow his reputation to bluff?

But just that alone shouldn’t convince Mimic…

[Yunxi still possessed a coin containing one of Verlaine’s attacks.

Everyone in the viewing room: !!!

Kunikida murmured: So that’s how it is…
Yunxi had indeed made the most appropriate choice in the shortest time possible!

Fitzgerald couldn’t hold back anymore: Yunxi-kun chose this approach because that Mimic leader possesses precognitive special abilities, so is Yunxi-kun planning to preserve this coin of Mr. Verlaine’s for his entire life?!
He knew Yunxi was still weak now, so being frugal was normal, but wasn’t this being too stingy?

[Regardless, Mimic was successfully scared away by Yunxi.

Yunxi became happy again!

Gogol was stroking Yunxi’s hand back and forth while Yunxi remained completely unaware, merely boasting about how the Savior takes revenge from morning till night.
Dazai Osamu should have felt somewhat relieved that Yunxi wasn’t planning to let Mimic off the hook, but in reality, he just took a deep breath and silently closed his eyes again.

Gogol, who was being stared at with accusatory glares by everyone in the Viewing Room, was much more candid: Yes, the Clown was secretly stroking little Yunxi’s hand!
Dazai covered his ears.

Gogol chirped on: Anyway, little Yunxi didn’t refuse…
Dazai covered his ears even tighter.

Finally, Yunxi noticed.

But Yunxi didn’t refuse immediately. Instead, he abruptly removed the Clown’s mask.

Then, Yunxi questioned Gogol—whose probability of lying decreased without the mask—Was what was pressing against me that day really your spare mask?
The premonition had come true.

The Clown didn’t answer.
Nakahara Chuuya had already guessed the truth.

Chuuya broke down before Yunxi on the big screen could, exclaiming: Even though Yunxi is an adult in his own world, he’s still a minor in this one, right?!
Although he was a mafia member who didn’t care much about rules, this was going too far! How could Gogol possibly develop such thoughts about a minor?!

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