Chapter 1151
The Misfortune of Yiyuan Hall
Rokubungi Gendo's screams abruptly stopped. His body convulsed a few times before collapsing completely to the ground, his eyes tightly closed, and even his breathing became weak and shallow—he had fainted.
This time, she was truly brutally beaten. Whether it was Choi Myung's series of slaps and flying kicks, or Ikari Yui's fatal war stomp, every blow was incredibly powerful. Even with the World Consciousness secretly keeping her alive, she couldn't withstand such a dense and fierce attack and eventually passed out.
The world consciousness lurking in the shadows gradually subsided its laughter, its tone carrying a hint of lingering satisfaction, yet also a clear plan: "Hmph, let him faint if he wants. I wasn't planning on breaking this thing right now anyway." Its goal wasn't to finish the torture in one go, but to take it slowly, gradually destroying Rokufen Gigendo's rationality, amplifying his obsessions and pain, making him struggle repeatedly in despair until he completely collapsed, becoming a pawn in its manipulation of the situation.
"It will all end, but not now, hehehe." Thinking of the countless ways Rokubun Gigendo could be tortured in the future, and the pain of unrequited love that he would have to face after waking up, the World Consciousness couldn't help but chuckle, its heart filled with anticipation. It was already satisfying enough to see Rokubun Gigendo suffer so badly today; the rest would just have to wait and see.
At this moment, Cui Ming stepped forward and gently pulled Ikari Yui, who was still in the position of stepping on people. His tone was calm but contained a hint of warning: "Calm down. This guy is so perverted. He might even enjoy it when he wakes up." He knew this kind of paranoid and crazy person all too well. The more they were tortured, the more they would sometimes feel a twisted pleasure. He had to be careful.
Upon hearing this, Yui Ikari slowly withdrew her foot, glanced down at the unconscious Rokubun Gigendo, and nodded in agreement, her disgust undiminished: "You're right. People like that are indeed capable of anything." After Cui Mingyi's reminder, she also felt that it made sense. If Rokubun Gigendo really experienced that twisted pleasure, he would only become more and more entangled in the future.
Cui Ming gently tugged at her hand, signaling her to leave: "Let's go, don't waste time with him here." As he spoke, he subconsciously shielded Ikari Yui by his side and slowly walked towards the entrance of the hall, keeping a watchful eye on the movements of Rokubun Gigendo on the ground the whole time, fearing that he might suddenly wake up and retaliate.
As they walked, Yui took Choi Myung's arm and said firmly, "Senior, it's better not to let someone like that work at the research institute. Keeping him around is a potential problem. He might go crazy and cause trouble again at any time, or even hurt other people."
Cui Ming glanced at her, a hint of agreement flashing in his eyes, and nodded slightly: "Indeed." After today's incident, he also understood that keeping Rokubun Gigendo in the research institute would only cause trouble and might even affect the normal operation of the institute. More importantly, it would continue to harass Ikari Yui. Expelling him was the best choice.
The two walked out of the hall side by side, neither of them looking back at the unconscious figure on the ground.
Meanwhile, Rokubungi Gendo lay unconscious on the cold ground, blood still lingering at the corner of his mouth, his cheeks swollen beyond recognition. He had no idea that his fainting spell not only meant he had completely lost the right to entangle with Ikari Yui, but he was also about to be thrown out of the research institute, becoming a homeless and destitute person. What awaited him was endless torment and scheming from the world's consciousness.
Rokubungi Gendo lay unconscious on the cold floor of the research institute’s lobby, blood still dripping from the corner of his mouth, his cheeks swollen beyond recognition. He had no idea that his unconsciousness would not only result in him being thrown out of the research institute but also make him a truly destitute person—all of which was entirely his own fault.
For him, Yui Ikari was never a "substitute," but rather the sole reason he lived. The Yui of his previous world had died cleanly, leaving no ashes behind. Now, the person before him, identical to Yui, was the only light in his darkness. Yet, this light had never once truly looked at him. That deep-seated alienation and disgust caused him more pain than any beating or scolding. And no one knew that Rokubungi Gendo's recent misfortunes had reached an absurd level. One horrible thing after another befell him, leaving him no room to breathe—and all these "accidents" were the work of the hidden world's consciousness, designed to gradually erode his mind, causing him to sink deeper and deeper into despair and misery.
While walking, he accidentally stepped on a dog bowl at the alley entrance. The dog, guarding its food, pounced on him instantly. Terrified, he jumped into a latrine in the corner of the wall in his panic. When he crawled out covered in filth, even his hair was filthy. He was so disheveled that passersby couldn't help but stare. But for him, this was just the mildest of his misfortunes.
He went out to scan a shared bike, but somehow his shoelace got tangled in the wheel. In a hurry, he pulled hard, and the shoelace snapped. He slipped and fell heavily onto the roadside steps, his palms were scraped raw, and his phone flew out of his pocket, the screen shattered and the body dented, rendering it completely unusable.
He had specially worn a new pair of shoes to the research institute. As he walked on the stone path in front of the gate, his toe suddenly got stuck in a gap between the stones. He strained hard, and his ankle instantly sprained and swelled up. He was in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat. He could only hop on one foot to find a place to rest. Just as he regained his footing, a delivery truck sped by and splashed mud all over his trousers. His new dress pants were completely ruined. Sticky mud dripped down his trouser legs, making him feel cold and disgusted.
While ducking to avoid a puddle by the roadside, he didn't notice the billboard in front of him and bumped his forehead hard, instantly raising a big, red, and swollen bump. Seeing stars, he instinctively stepped back, but unfortunately stepped precisely into the puddle he had just deliberately avoided. The cold muddy water filled his shoes, soaked his socks, and made them stick to his feet, extremely uncomfortable, making it difficult to walk.
He was taking out the trash at night when the trash bag in his hand suddenly broke as he reached the stairwell. Kitchen waste was scattered all over the floor, and soup splattered onto his trousers. As he bent down to clean it up, a basin of dirty mop water was suddenly poured down from upstairs, hitting him squarely on the head. The stench ran down his hair, and he was soaked to the bone, barely able to open his eyes.
While waiting at a red light at an intersection, the hem of his coat got caught in the basket of an electric scooter next to him. Before he could warn the rider, the rider twisted the accelerator, tearing a large hole in his coat. He was thrown back several steps by the inertia and fell heavily onto the curb, scraping his knee and drawing blood instantly. He convulsed in pain.
But in the eyes of Rokufen Gigendo, these were all trivial matters.
Compared to the torment of unrequited love, compared to the despair of losing Yui Ikari, these physical humiliations and pains were utterly insignificant. But he would never know that this was only the beginning of the world's consciousness tormenting him; an even crueler despair awaited him—it never wanted him to die a quick death, but rather to slowly drive him mad through endless misfortune and obsession, turning him into a pawn in its manipulation of the situation.
The world's consciousness in the shadows laughed even more cunningly: "Hehehe, what's a little bad luck? The real show has only just begun." Looking at the unconscious Rokubun Gigendo on the ground, it eagerly awaited what kind of even more outrageous "accident" awaited him when he awoke, and what kind of despair would penetrate to the very core. (End of Chapter)