Chapter 1342
The Lonely One
Rokubungi Gendo lay sprawled on the ground, blood trickling down his brow bone from his forehead. He gritted his teeth, using his uninjured hand to brace himself, trying to get up, but his stiff left leg was completely powerless, slipping on the floor like a stick. After struggling for a while, he finally managed to stand up, leaning against the wall, and limped to the corner to pick up the communication terminal that was still glowing with a ghostly blue light.
"Damn it! The entire NERV has been infiltrated!"
He burst into Fuyutsuki's room, where Fuyutsuki was sitting at the table organizing documents. Rokubungi Gendo slammed his shoulder against the door, which groaned under the weight, then dragged his stiff leg to the table and slammed his hand down, making the teacup lid rattle. His face was contorted with anger and pain, and the wound under his bandages began to bleed again, but he didn't care; he just roared with bloodshot eyes.
"Indeed, but Sextant, if you have something to say, just say it. Don't bang on my table."
Fuyuki looked up, expressionless, at his disheveled former boss. His gaze lingered for a moment on Rokubungi Gendo's stiff leg before returning to the desk, where he reached out to straighten the tilted pen holder. His tone was as calm as if he were dealing with an unreasonable patient; there was no surprise, no panic, and he didn't even offer to help him up.
That's right, the sextant is currently in Fuyuki's room.
Rokubungi Gendo, panting heavily, slowly tried to sit down, gripping the edge of the table. But his stiff leg wouldn't bend, and he could only stand upright in front of the chair like a stick, finally slamming heavily onto the seat, making the chair legs scrape across the floor with a jarring sound. He looked around to make sure the doors and windows were closed before lowering his voice and speaking in an almost desperate tone.
Sextant dared not stay in the command room any longer.
no way
The command room was modified by Cui Ming.
Sextant would definitely want to curse if he saw this.
He recalled returning to NERV headquarters yesterday, walking confidently towards the familiar command center, thinking he could at least regain some dignity on his own turf. But the moment his hand touched the doorknob, the door slid open automatically, and the sight inside froze him in place. Everything had been rearranged; the walls were now covered with a dense array of surveillance cameras; the carpet on the floor had been replaced with some kind of metal mesh that emitted a slight electrical crackling when stepped on. His desk was still there, but all the drawers were welded shut; the chair had been replaced with a hard iron stool; even the water glass on the desk had been replaced with some kind of locking device.
I almost got shot by the water dispenser while trying to get a drink of water!!!
He remembered being incredibly thirsty. He walked to the familiar water dispenser in the corner and pressed the dispensing button. The moment the water flowed out, he heard a clicking sound of some kind of machinery, and then the dispenser's spout suddenly turned, shooting a high-pressure jet of water like an arrow at him with such force that it slammed into his shoulder, causing a sharp pain. If he hadn't reacted quickly and turned his head, the jet of water might have pierced his throat. He slumped to the ground, clutching his shoulder, and staring at the still-smoking water dispenser, he realized that inside the spout was a high-pressure jet device connected to some kind of sensor trigger.
Cui Ming, are you crazy? Do you have some serious illness?
Rokubungi Gendo sat in Fuyuki's chair, growing angrier and more frightened with each passing thought, until finally he couldn't help but burst into a tirade of curses. His voice echoed in the room, trembling and choked with sobs, making him seem nothing like a commander who had once been in complete control, but rather like a scoundrel who had been utterly bullied.
"He installed a high-pressure water gun in the water dispenser! He coated the doorknobs with conductive material! He buried an electric fence under the carpet! Is this a command post or an execution ground?! What the hell is he trying to do?! Kill me?!"
Dongyue looked at him, remained silent for a few seconds, then lowered her head to continue organizing the documents, her voice calm: "Mr. Cui Ming said that this is to prevent hostile forces from infiltrating the core command area, and it is a normal security upgrade."
"Normal?!" Rokubino Gendo's eyes widened, his voice cracking. "I almost got killed by the water dispenser! This is normal?! He's targeting me! He's trying to kill me!"
He slammed his fist on the table, wanting to continue cursing, but Dongyue had already stood up, walked to the door, opened it, and made a gesture of seeing him off.
"Go back now, Sextant. Your room is in Zone B, it's all arranged. There's no water dispenser, no electric grid, and no high-pressure water gun." Sextant Gendo froze in his chair, looking at Fuyutsuki's expressionless face, and finally realized—even Fuyutsuki wasn't on his side anymore.
He gritted his teeth, grabbed the edge of the table to stand up, and limped towards the door, dragging his stiff leg. As he passed Dongyue, he stopped and forced out through gritted teeth, "You'll regret this. You'll all regret this."
Dongyue didn't answer, but just watched him disappear at the end of the corridor, and then closed the door.
Fuyutsuki now understands: Rokubungi Gendo's obsession has become demonic...
He stood by the window, watching the limping figure disappear at the end of the corridor, his gaze as calm as if he were watching a play that had already ended. The madness, resentment, and bitterness in Rokubun Gigendo's eyes had all solidified, like an inextinguishable poisonous fire, burning away reason and judgment to ashes. This obsession hadn't formed overnight; it had taken root long ago, and now it had grown into a towering tree that could never be uprooted. Fuyutsuki knew his former boss all too well; he knew Rokubun Gigendo wouldn't give up, wouldn't admit defeat, wouldn't accept reality, and would only sink deeper and deeper until he completely buried himself.
but……
Forget it...
Dongyue withdrew his gaze and sighed softly. The sigh was so faint it was almost inaudible, dissipating into the air. He turned and walked back to the table, beginning to gather the scattered documents. What did the affairs of Liufen Yiyuantang have to do with him? That person's success or failure, life or death, obsessions were all in the past. Dongyue didn't want to get involved, didn't want to offer advice, and certainly didn't want to salvage the situation. He was just an adjutant, never a confidant of Liufen Yiyuantang, and now even that position was merely nominal. Why bother worrying about the fate of a madman?
Hey……
It has nothing to do with me.
Now, all Fuyutsuki wants is to live a good life with Shinji.
He remembered the timid look in the blue-haired boy's eyes, the way he clumsily cooked miso soup in the kitchen, and the way he sat quietly reading in the living room at night, occasionally looking up to call out "Fuyutsuki-sensei." That kind of simple, warm, and down-to-earth daily life was something Fuyutsuki had never experienced in his life. Before, he followed Rokubun Gigendo, navigating intrigue and scheming, his days cold and tense, even sleeping with one eye open. But now, he had a new identity, an identity that made him feel grounded. (End of Chapter)