Chapter 1207
Shinji Ikari: I just want to punch him!
Having been toyed with and mocked by Lilith, and seeing no possibility of cooperation, Rokubungi Gendo's murderous aura almost solidified. His eyes were filled with a mixture of madness and resentment. He gritted his teeth, with only one thought in his mind—he had to use his backup plan.
This was his deepest hidden trump card, a trump card he had never used lightly, and which even the old men of S did not know about.
This method was employed by Shinji Ikari.
Rokubungi Gendo slowly raised his head, a glint of obsessive light flashing in his eyes, a twisted smile curving his lips, as if he had grasped at the last straw.
That's right, the world's consciousness brought Shinji Ikari over as well.
He had only recently sensed Shinji Ikari's presence, and when he learned of this, he was almost overjoyed—it was as if the heavens were helping him, helping him reclaim Yui Ikari, and helping him deal with Choi Michi.
Rokubungigendo considers Shinji Ikari to be one of their own.
Even though there were many conflicts between him and Shinji Ikari, and even though this son never recognized him and even hated him, blood ties are something that cannot be severed.
After all, no matter how big the conflict is between the two, Shinji Ikari will definitely want to find his mother, right?
In his view, Shinji Ikari, like him, longed for Yui Ikari and wanted her back by his side. This shared "goal" was enough to make them temporarily put aside their grudges and join forces to deal with Choi.
He had even begun to plan how to find Shinji Ikari, how to persuade him, and how to use his power to fulfill his obsession.
but
Rokubun Gigendo had no idea that all his plans and expectations were a joke from the very beginning.
Actually, it's Shinji Ikari's side.
He had already secretly contacted Cui Ming long before, even before he realized Shinji Ikari's existence.
Shinji Ikari not only met Choi Michiko, but also the "Yui Ikari" who was next to Choi Michiko.
That face was almost identical to the one he remembered his mother from; the contours of her eyebrows and eyes, her gentle expression—at first glance, it was almost indistinguishable from the real thing.
However, Shinji Ikari knew that it wasn't his mother.
That gentleness lacked the warmth unique to a mother, and those eyes lacked the concern and love a mother would show when looking at him. He was just a shadow who looked exactly like his mother, a soulless substitute.
Of course, Shinji Ikari is not saying that Yui Ikari, who is next to Choi, is fake.
Shinji Ikari believed his father had gone mad.
Moreover, the longer Shinji spent with his father, the more he realized that his bastard father was truly a bastard.
He loathed Rokubun Gigendo's obsession, his ruthlessness, and even more so, his way of taking his mother for granted as his "possession."
On the contrary, he felt that Sextant's targeting of "Ikari Yui" by Choi Myung's side, and even his obsessive desire to take her back, was the greatest betrayal of his mother!
In his heart, his mother was unique, sacred and inviolable, not someone anyone could covet or use as a substitute. Sextans' actions not only tarnished his mother's image but also trampled on her importance in his heart.
He had long ago made up his mind that he would never do anything for Rokufen Yiyuantang, much less join forces with him to deal with Cui Ming—on the contrary, he even wanted to stop this madman and stop him from doing these absurd and ridiculous acts of betrayal.
“Mr. Cui Ming, that guy Sextant has contacted me.”
Shinji Ikari sat on a park bench, his fingers gripping his phone tightly. The dim light from the screen reflected on his face, and his tone was full of undisguised resistance and disgust.
"Um"
The park was quiet in the afternoon, sunlight filtering through the leaves and casting dappled shadows. Cui Ming sat beside him, one hand on his knee, the other holding a handful of grain, which he slowly scattered onto the flagstones at his feet. Several white doves immediately fluttered their wings and gathered around, their soft pecking sounds particularly clear in the quiet atmosphere.
"Shinji, how's your training going?"
Choi turned his head and looked at Shinji. His eyes were scrutinizing, but also contained a touch of just the right amount of gentleness. He did not urge him, but simply waited quietly for an answer.
"I can punch that bastard Sextant anytime!"
Shinji Ikari suddenly raised his head, his eyes exceptionally firm, his clenched fists revealing protruding knuckles, and the hatred in his tone was direct and intense, as if he had been holding back for a long time.
"very good."
Cui Ming withdrew his gaze and scattered another handful of grain on the ground, attracting more white pigeons. Their cooing echoed throughout the area. His tone remained calm, yet it carried a clear sense of approval.
Choi Myeong looked at Shinji Ikari and said, "To be honest, I'm quite surprised that Sextans has a son like you." His fingertips gently brushed the feathers of the white dove that had landed on his knee. The dove gently nuzzled his fingertips, and his tone was filled with genuine emotion.
I'm more like my mother.
Shinji Ikari lowered his head, his gaze falling on the white doves pecking at his feet. His tone softened instantly, and a hint of nostalgia unconsciously appeared in his eyes.
"Your mother must be someone who loves you very much."
Cui Ming looked at Shinji's profile with a firm tone, without the slightest doubt, as if he could see Yui Ikari's appearance back then through him.
Shinji nodded.
"Yes, that's true. My mother loves me very much, but unfortunately she has poor taste."
His voice lowered, tinged with a barely perceptible bitterness, and he tightened his grip on the phone, his knuckles turning a faint white.
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Cui stopped scattering the grain, startling the white dove on his knee, which flapped its wings and flew towards the distant treetops. He simply sat quietly, without saying a word or making any further movement.
Cui Ming didn't say much. It was best not to upset the child at this time.
If Shinji Ikari is the kind of person who doesn't understand reason, then Choi would definitely consider him an enemy.
However, Shinji Ikari harbored deep hostility towards Sextans because of his mother.
Cui Ming raised his hand and gently patted Shinji's shoulder, the force just right, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. He'd better step up his game!
Shinji Ikari kicked a small pebble at his feet. The pebble rolled a short distance on the bluestone slab and eventually stopped next to a flock of white doves.
He was still gripping his phone, but the pressure on his fingers was a little lighter than before. However, the emotion in his eyes still carried his resistance to Rokufen Gigendo.
Shinji Ikari, that kid.
Cui Ming looked at his profile and had this thought in his mind.
I don't know what exactly happened.
From Shinji's fragmented words, Cui Ming could piece together some details, but he could never fully know how much neglect and harm the boy had suffered at the hands of Sextant.
Anyway, it's all about my hatred for sextants.
Choi Ming scattered a handful of grains, his gaze sweeping over Shinji's taut jawline.
In Cui Ming's view, that hatred was quite pure.
It's not a calculated scheme involving conflicting interests, nor a twisted feeling born of jealousy; it's simply the utterly heartbroken hatred that comes from being repeatedly betrayed by loved ones. It's pure and unadulterated, so straightforward that it's impossible to ignore.
This also proves how much of a failure the sextant was.
Cui Ming withdrew his gaze, watching the white doves pecking at their food, and came to this conclusion in his mind.
As a father, Rokubungi Gendo never fulfilled his responsibilities. All he cared about was the Human Instrumentality Project and his obsessive love for Yui Ikari. He never truly humbled himself or looked at his son properly.
He treated Shinji Ikari as a pawn, a tool to achieve his goals, never considering that what this child wanted was simply a father's love and the warmth of being valued.
This long-term neglect and exploitation ultimately resulted in Shinji's pure and extreme hatred.
Even the blood-related parent-child relationship can reach this point.
Cui Ming let out a soft breath, and the wind blew by, ruffling the folds of his clothes.
The failure of Rokufen Gigendo was far more than just a setback in its plans.
He lost miserably in fatherhood, with no chance of recovery whatsoever. (End of Chapter)