Chapter 1186
Oh my god! Aliponta, right?!
As Cui Ming listened to the incessant requests from the world consciousness in his mind, along with the undisguised hatred and cunning in its tone, a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes. He instantly realized that the world consciousness and these old people of SEELE harbored far too much hatred, to the point that it was no longer something that could be resolved simply by "killing" them.
He could even sense that every time the World Consciousness mentioned those old people, the emotions that came to his mind were chillingly cold and filled with boundless rage. That hatred seemed to have been suppressed for thousands of years and had long been ingrained in his bones. He wished he could grind those old people to dust and never let them be reincarnated.
“Alright,” Cui Ming said calmly, his tone tinged with helplessness but also with indulgence. He spoke to the world consciousness in his mind, “Do as you say. Slow down the killing, play with them a bit, and let them experience what despair is.”
In any case, it didn't matter to him when or how he killed them, as long as he could completely dismantle the SEELE Committee, protect Yui and the others, and vent his anger. A slower pace was fine too. Besides, seeing the World Consciousness so "concerned" and watching those old people struggle in despair was quite an interesting thing.
Upon hearing Cui Ming's reply, the world consciousness within his mind instantly became excited, its tone filled with jubilation and a hint of ruthlessness: "Great! I knew you were the most reliable! Don't worry, I'll definitely help you think of more ways to torture them, ensuring these bastards suffer a fate worse than death, driven to despair to the very core!"
Choi Myung shook his head helplessly, his gaze returning to the monitor screen. Looking at the elderly people still feigning composure and discussing countermeasures, a cold glint flashed in his eyes. He knew that a long and arduous ordeal targeting the SEELE Committee was about to begin, and those elderly people would ultimately pay the most painful and desperate price for their past actions—this time, no one could save them, and no one could allow them to die peacefully.
After Cui Ming indulgently agreed to the World Consciousness's request, the other party's cheerful yet fierce voice gradually faded from his mind. He gently rubbed his temples, a trace of helplessness flashing in his eyes, and secretly grumbled to himself: There's nothing I can do, the World Consciousness has given too much. The generous reward, coupled with the convenience that can completely destroy SEELE, makes it impossible to find a suitable reason even if I want to refuse.
Why.
Cui Ming sighed softly, a self-deprecating smile curving his lips.
I really am a bad person without the spirit of Ultraman. If I were a member of the Ultraman race, I would never be like this, indulging the world consciousness and tormenting those old people little by little for the sake of reward or to vent my anger.
However, Cui Ming's eyes returned to calm. He did not regret his choice. After all, he was different from the Ultra race. The Ultra race was tasked with protecting the universe and upholding justice, while he was never a savior. He was also very clear about his own self-awareness.
He never acts under the shackles of so-called "justice," but only according to his own will, protecting only those he wants to protect. As for those who scheme against him and harm those around him, it is only natural for them to pay the price. Moreover, there is a generous reward offered by the world consciousness, so why not?
After dealing with the base's trivial matters and confirming that the mannequins on the surveillance cameras were still flawless and the elderly were still discussing in confusion, Cui Ming turned off the surveillance cameras, turned around and left the underground base, heading towards home.
After returning home, Cui Ming didn't say much. He didn't mention his agreement with the world's consciousness, how he replaced the old man in SEELE, or the tragic deaths of the assassins and the old man—after all, Cui Ming didn't like to worry his people. He could bear those dark and violent things alone; he only wanted Yui Ikari, Naoko Akagi, and the others to stay safely by his side, unaffected by these conspiracies and killings. He pushed open the door, the warm, soft light inside dispelling the chill and murderous aura emanating from him. Yui Ikari was sitting on the sofa, holding a book. Hearing the door open, she immediately put down her book, looked up, a gentle smile on her face, got up, walked to his side, and gently took his coat, her voice full of concern and care: "You've worked hard."
That smile, clean and gentle, instantly soothed all the anger and weariness in Cui Ming's heart. He reached out and gently ruffled Ikari's hair, his eyes full of tenderness, his tone calm yet full of certainty: "It's nothing, don't worry, everything will pass. I will handle all those troubles and won't let you get hurt."
Yui nodded gently, leaning on his shoulder. Her smile remained gentle, but a hint of worry flashed in her eyes. After hesitating for a moment, she spoke softly, "Well, recently there have been earthquakes underground, Choi. Although the tremors are not strong and are very slight, I can always feel them. They are intermittent and it's so strange."
"Hmm, an earthquake?" Cui Ming paused slightly, the gentleness on his face fading, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes—he had been busy dealing with the old man and the assassins from SEELE and hadn't noticed the tremors underground. Moreover, his underground base was heavily guarded, and if there were any obvious tremors, he wouldn't have been completely unaware. It seemed that this tremor might not be so simple.
“Yes,” Yui Ikari raised her head and nodded seriously, recalling those subtle tremors, her tone tinged with confusion, “It was just a very slight vibration. Sometimes I could feel it when I was sleeping at night, as if something was moving underground, vague and indescribable.”
As she spoke, she seemed to remember something, her brows furrowing slightly, and her worry deepening: "Also, I've recently heard people outside say that many women with type O blood have gone missing. They just disappeared without a trace, and the police can't find any clues either. It's terrifying to think about."
"A woman with blood type O, missing?"
Upon hearing this, Cui Ming's hand on his shoulder tightened instantly, the gentleness on his face vanished completely, and his originally calm eyes instantly became sharp, like a drawn blade, exuding a chilling coldness and vigilance.
That looks familiar!
This is so damn familiar!
Aliponta, right?!
You're from Yapool, right?!
Cui Ming abruptly raised his head, his wariness completely replaced by intense killing intent. He growled through gritted teeth, each word brimming with unwavering certainty—the slight tremors underground were clearly signs of Ariponta's activity. That creature was adept at lurking underground and had a penchant for destruction; and the missing type O blood women were undoubtedly the work of the Yapool people. That persistent ghost always liked to capture humans with specific blood types to breed monsters or conduct bizarre experiments. (End of Chapter)