Chapter 1315
Medical Miracle!
SEELE was unaware that Choi Myung had already exposed their scheme.
They are still trying their best to get Gendo Ikari to be the commander.
But...
As mentioned before, Gendo Ikari's luck stat was lowered to the minimum by the world's consciousness.
and so……
He's currently in a period of bad luck.
After his arms and legs were broken by the Kiras brothers.
Despite his disability, he pushed his wheelchair again. White bandages were wrapped around his chest and waist, his arm was in a cast, one leg was fixed to a brace, and the other could barely touch the ground. He gritted his teeth, turned the wheelchair wheels with all his might, cold sweat beading on his forehead, and struggled to move forward in the corridor.
As a result, after pushing it for a short distance, it was hit by a car.
It was an electric flatbed truck used for transporting supplies. The driver yawned and didn't pay attention to what was ahead, and the front of the truck slammed into the side and rear of the wheelchair. Gendo Ikari was sent flying, chair and all, through the air in a gruesome arc before crashing to the ground. The wheelchair overturned, trapping him underneath.
This caused him to lose control and rush out, only to be seen as a provocation by a pack of wild dogs who started chasing and biting him!
The pack of stray dogs, who had been rummaging through the roadside garbage for food, were startled by the sudden loud noise and the overturned wheelchair, thinking some kind of monster was invading their territory. The lead black dog bared its teeth and let out a low growl, then led four or five of its companions to pounce, their target being Gendo Ikari's exposed injured leg.
"Get out of here! All of you get out of here! Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!"
Gendo Ikari rolled on the ground, trying to scare the stray dogs away with his cast-up arm, but they nimbly dodged, their sharp teeth biting and tearing at the bandage on his leg. Blood instantly seeped out, staining the white gauze red.
After his leg was bitten and injured, his wheelchair crashed into a tree.
Whether it was fortunate or unfortunate, the wheelchair, while sliding out of control, crashed into a sycamore tree by the roadside. The metal frame made a piercing clanging sound, and the impact shook the tree trunk. As a result, it injured his injured leg, causing him to howl in pain.
The leg, already broken by the Kiras brothers, was struck hard by the tree trunk again, sending excruciating pain through the fracture. Gendo Ikari's screams were distorted and shrill, echoing through the entire street like a pig being slaughtered. Tears and snot streamed down his face, and his once-handsome features were now contorted beyond recognition.
And the stray dogs immediately came over and started biting him.
Driven even more mad by the smell of blood, they frantically attacked Gendo Ikari, tearing at his trousers, gnawing on his shoes, and some even tried to bite his hands that were protecting his head.
As a result, the hornet's nest on the tree fell down, scaring away the wild dogs, but Gendo Ikari couldn't escape at all!
The enormous hornet's nest, about the size of a basketball, had been loosened by the impact and now slammed into Gendo Ikari's chest, shattering into pieces. The startled swarm of hornets poured out, a terrifying black mass in the sunlight. The wild dogs, seeing this, scattered with their tails between their legs, but Gendo Ikari, pinned down by his wheelchair and with excruciating pain in his legs, was completely immobilized.
He was stung repeatedly. The wasps vented their anger on the unfortunate man, their stingers piercing his face, neck, and hands, sparing no exposed skin. Gendo Ikari's screams were shattered, his body convulsing wildly on the ground, his face swollen like a pig's head, his eyes narrowed to slits.
In the end, Gendo Ikari had no choice but to stand up and run away.
Driven by an inexplicable survival instinct, he used his good leg to support himself, bracing himself with his hands, and scrambled to break free of the wheelchair. His swollen face was stung by tears and bee venom; he squinted and charged forward on instinct.
But if he accidentally used the wrong foot, the moment his bad foot touched the ground, he started running while howling.
The moment his severed leg touched the ground, the excruciating pain caused him to let out another inhuman scream.
"Aa ...
But the wasps were still chasing him, so he could only grit his teeth and continue. He took one normal step while dragging his broken leg with a limp, each step feeling like he was stepping on a knife's edge, screams echoing throughout, casting a desolate silhouette against the setting sun.
Passersby stopped in their tracks, staring wide-eyed at the absurd scene. The setting sun bathed the street in a blood-red hue, illuminating the man covered in bandages, his face swollen like an over-fermented bun. He screamed like a pig being slaughtered, hopping around on the ground with his leg, which was in a thick cast. With each hop, the leg creaked under the strain, the cast cracking with jagged fissures, white debris falling like snowflakes.
"Holy crap... this actually works?"
A young man on a bicycle slammed on the brakes, braced himself on one foot, and stared wide-eyed at the ground. He watched as the critically injured patient, who should have been in the ICU, limped along, dragging his broken leg. Each time the leg, in a cast, hit the ground, it made a dull thud. Such excruciating pain should have been enough to make someone faint, but instead of falling, the man bounced even faster.
"Wow...that's incredible willpower..."
An office worker drinking cola in front of a convenience store choked, carbon dioxide bubbles shooting out of his nose. He didn't bother wiping them away, and pointed at Gendo Ikari's contorted back, stammering, "He can still run like that? Are those legs made of iron? No, if they were made of iron, they would have broken long ago. It's a cast! A cast, brother!"
Some people had already pulled out their phones, pointing the camera at the strange man who was screaming and jumping around, frantically clicking the shutter button, and even providing narration: "A disabled parkour guy has appeared on the streets of Tokyo-3! Look closely, everyone, that leg is broken! The cast is cracked to pieces, but he's still running! That scream, that agility, what kind of divine physique is this!"
Gendo Ikari paid no heed, or rather, he was in so much pain that he had lost his mind, with only one thought in his head: escape from the wasps. Every time his broken leg touched the ground, it felt like someone was hammering his kneecap; every time he lifted it, the broken bone fragments rubbed against each other, making a teeth-grinding, subtle sound. Sweat mixed with bee venom seeped into the gaps in the bandages, stinging the wound and causing it to burn, but he dared not stop, because the swarm of wasps behind him was still buzzing, like a black shadow of death relentlessly pursuing him.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"
His screams had morphed into a kind of inhuman howl, the pitch fluctuating wildly, the off-key frequency comparable to an air raid siren. Passersby, listening to the sound and watching his cast-covered leg, twisted into an unnatural angle yet still stubbornly supporting his body as he bounced, couldn't help but feel a strange sense of admiration—what immense will to live must it take for someone who should be paralyzed to unleash such a running ability that defies medical common sense?
"This is a medical miracle..."
An elderly doctor passing by adjusted his glasses, his professional instincts kicking in, and began analyzing the impact structure: "Logically speaking, a comminuted fracture of the tibia with plaster cast immobilization should cause a secondary fracture, or even puncture an artery... But this person can still maintain this frequency of jumping and running... Either he has no pain receptors, or..."
Before the old doctor could finish speaking, Gendo Ikari stumbled. His broken leg finally gave way, and the plaster cast shattered completely, scattering white debris like falling snow. He fell forward, his face slamming heavily onto the asphalt, sliding two meters away and leaving a horrific trail of blood and bee venom.
Passersby gasped in unison, then spontaneously burst into applause—bringing a "perfect" end to this utterly absurd street performance. (End of Chapter)