Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

Sextant was utterly ripped off—his body ached all over from the torment of those self-proclaimed "fans," making his already fragile body even worse. He could only lie on the ground, unable to move, his mouth still gagged, only able to utter muffled whimpers, his eyes filled with despair and resentment. This wasn't a rescue; it was clearly another torture, a veritable pit of blood, leaving him with no strength left to resist.

Just as he was sinking into endless despair, and even the thought of struggling was about to be extinguished, the door to the storeroom was pushed open again, and Shinji Ikari walked in. He wasn't wearing his usual battle suit, but just simple everyday clothes. His face no longer showed the gloom and timidity of the past, and he seemed much more relaxed.

When Shinji Ikari saw Sextant lying on the ground, looking disheveled, he was stunned for a moment, then the corners of his mouth slowly turned up, and then a hearty laugh burst out of his mouth. He laughed without any attempt to hide it, laughing very happily, even bending over, with smiles in the corners of his eyes.

The boy who used to always keep his head down, his eyes darting around, and who exuded gloom, seemed to have completely disappeared at this moment, replaced by a boy who had shed his burdens and could freely express his emotions.

"Seeing you like this puts my mind at ease." Shinji Ikari straightened up, looking at Sextans who could only lie on the ground and had difficulty even lifting his head. His smile remained bright, and his tone was full of sincere joy, without a trace of pity.

Sextant stared intently at Shinji Ikari, his eyes blazing with fury. He twisted his body violently, letting out muffled roars. Finally managing to break free of the gag, he roared with his last ounce of strength, "You f***ing!!!"

He had so much to say—anger, resentment, accusations—but all that came out of his mouth was this vicious roar.

"What about me?" Shinji Ikari raised an eyebrow, his smile widening instead of fading. "Anyway, seeing you like this makes me genuinely, truly happy!"

After saying that, he turned around and bowed deeply to Spike, Tom, and Jerry, who were standing not far away, and said sincerely, "Thank you for informing me so that I can see what he looks like now."

Spike shook his head, a knowing smile on his face, and casually waved his hand, as if to say "no big deal"—this little thing was nothing to mention. Making Sextant lose face and making Shinji Ikari happy was a fun thing for them.

Sextant, lying on the ground, felt a wave of despair wash over him after hearing these words and seeing Shinji Ikari's cheerful smile and Spike's nonchalant attitude. He never imagined that he would not only be tricked by the "rescuers" but also be laughed at by the gloomy boy he once was. This was undoubtedly adding insult to injury, making it even more unbearable than the physical torment.

"Don't laugh!!!!"

Sextant lay sprawled on the ground, his pain masked by the rage and humiliation in his heart. He glared at Shinji Ikari, roaring with all his might, his voice hoarse, filled with utter despair and resentment—he had never been so pathetic, nor had he ever been mocked so blatantly, especially by Shinji Ikari, who had once been so subservient to him.

The more he acted this way, the happier Shinji Ikari laughed. His hearty laughter echoed through the storeroom without restraint, fine lines appeared at the corners of his eyes, and even his shoulders trembled slightly.

that's nice!

Shinji Ikari felt a surge of satisfaction in his heart. Looking at Sextans's exasperated and disheveled state, he felt a sense of relief wash over him, and all his repression and gloom vanished: This guy is so much better now! Hahahaha!
"Aaaaaaaahh ...

Shinji Ikari, seeing Sextant's complete breakdown, still had a bright smile on his face. Without saying another word, he turned around and leisurely left the hospital, carrying this sense of satisfaction with him.

The moment Shinji Ikari stepped out of the hospital, he took a deep breath, feeling completely relaxed. He was no longer depressed!

after all
Seeing the sextant like this now is so satisfying! All the grievances, repressions, and resentments that had been building up in his heart vanished in this moment. The sense of relief he felt was something he had never experienced before.

Meanwhile, at NERV's secret base, Kiro sat in front of the screen, watching Sextant's frantic collapse on the screen. His expression froze, and the air instantly became incredibly awkward.

this.
He scratched his head, a helpless and embarrassed expression on his face, and muttered to himself: "I've messed up Sextant again. I wanted to save him, but I messed it up time and time again. Now Sextant is probably going to hold a grudge against me."

He stared at the sextant on the screen, still frantically pounding the ground, and for a moment he didn't know what to do. He could only let the embarrassment spread, and he didn't even have the courage to send someone to rescue him again—who knew what kind of trouble the next person would cause.

The rescue plan originally formulated by Agency S needs to be temporarily shelved. After all, the personnel sent to provide assistance not only failed to rescue Sextant successfully, but also made the situation more complicated. In addition, various unexpected situations occurred frequently, and for the time being, no one dared to easily launch a rescue operation. They could only put the plan on hold for the time being and wait and see.

At the same time, an unusual fluctuation appeared in the sky above the city, and a strange and dangerous aura filled the air. Those familiar with this aura knew that a new apostle was about to descend.

Kaworu provided relevant information about the upcoming new Angel immediately. However, upon receiving this news, Kaworu's face showed no relief, but rather was filled with helplessness and anxiety.

Well, Kaworu himself was helpless. Looking at the increasingly intense aura of the Angels in the air, his tone was full of powerlessness and frustration. He couldn't help but complain: "What's going on here?! These comrades are causing trouble for no reason?!"

He spoke to the air, his voice urgent yet tinged with a helpless warning, almost roaring: "Don't be reckless!!!"

After all, the current situation is already chaotic. Cui Ming is powerful, and the human side has countermeasures. These apostle companions who rashly descend at this moment are undoubtedly walking into a trap and will only die in vain. However, he has no way to stop them.

After all, the apostles didn't seem to have any very good means of communication. (End of Chapter)