I Became the Savior on the Fourth Day of Disaster - Chapter 9: I Will Eventually Reclaim Everything I Want

Chapter 9: I Will Eventually Reclaim Everything I Want

Yunxi waited patiently at the game’s standby interface.

Only when the system notified him that he had been delivered to the Port Mafia’s morgue did Yunxi abruptly open his eyes.

Heh :D, knew this would get me in.

Yunxi put on the charcoal mask he had casually crafted during that boring night at the factory while waiting for the mafia to show up, and began rummaging through things.

From one corpse, Yunxi pocketed half a watch; from another, he took two bank cards of questionable usability…

Having nearly finished looting, Yunxi opened the door to explore further, only to run into a mafia member assigned to this area.

What a coincidence?!

Yunxi’s eyes lit up. Before the other could call for backup, he swiftly knocked him out, exchanged clothes with him, and stuffed the unconscious man into his original spot—completely disregarding how terrified the man would be upon waking.

Now dressed in the Port Mafia’s face-concealing uniform, Yunxi felt even more fearless.

Pretending to be a Port Mafia member himself, he boldly explored the entire floor, pilfering various items from other mafia members along the way. Anyone who noticed Yunxi’s odd behavior ended up on the receiving end of his attacks.

Of course, money wasn’t Yunxi’s primary target—he mainly focused on stealing the mafia’s weapons.

Yunxi had already discovered that firearms of the same model only occupied one slot in his inventory. Since the Port Mafia issued standardized weapons to their subordinates, stealing them couldn’t have been easier.

Yunxi continued his thieving spree until he had cleared out everything in sight.

No one detected his suspicious activities, and Yunxi eventually reached the Port Mafia’s entrance.

Glancing back, he felt a twinge of dissatisfaction about leaving just like that.

Although he had acquired plenty of valuable items and weapons… the Port Mafia had cost him a player’s Dazai bandage!

Fire!

Bang! The metal tip of the arrow pierced the button Yunxi had aimed at, causing faint electrical sparks to flicker inside.

Attached to the arrow was a note Yunxi had painstakingly written by referencing machine-translated Japanese.

The other mafia members finally realized that an outsider had infiltrated the Port Mafia, and they all turned to look.

But when it came to pure escape, Yunxi was confident he could outrun anyone!

Yunxi began executing extreme maneuvers, with mafia members frantically chasing behind him. Sparse gunshots mingled with their curses and shouts.

That brat stole our guns!

Dammit! A space-type ability user!

…

Finally, someone noticed: So many of us are missing! What the *** did you do to our comrades?!

Yunxi taunted, Hehe, that’s right—just as you guessed, they all fell to me! Too bad your defenses were so tight, otherwise they would’ve died right in front of me!

So they’re not dead? Where are they?! Talk!

In a rare moment of goodwill, Yunxi replied, I already said they didn’t die in front of me.

Before the mafia members could sigh in relief, Yunxi added, I sent them all to the crematorium. They should be dying there any moment now.

After all, the first Mafia member he encountered had a shift schedule showing the crematorium furnace was about to be fired up.

Another long string of unprintable floral language erupted, prompting many to immediately change direction to rescue colleagues who’d been stuffed into the crematorium.

Thus, the number of pursuers behind Yunxi dwindled while the smile on his face widened.

So satisfying! This feels absolutely fantastic!

Port Mafia, if you dare provoke players, you should know that players’ revenge will come sooner or later!!!

When he finally escaped the Mafia’s attack range – they stopped pursuing due to concerns about a diversion tactic and to protect their still-unconscious leader – Yunxi confidently waved his hand and raised a gun he’d just stolen.

Yunxi even ignored the abrupt change in his surroundings, declaring loudly:

Gogol, who had teleported Yunxi over to verify if he’d truly revived: ?

To show respect for Yunxi, Gogol hadn’t used his spatial special ability while standing there earlier. His clothes were still soaked, and his movements were slightly sluggish from the cold.

Yet he still swiftly dodged Yunxi’s nearly successful strike, letting out a Wow of surprise.

Two corpses reviving in such short time… Yokohama truly is a place of remarkable freedom!