Neon Genesis Evangelion Episode 9 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

We descended through the rusted stairwells, our flashlights cutting pale beams through the dark. The deeper we went, the louder the hum became—a vibration under the metal, rhythmic, alive. At the lowest level, we found it. A chamber filled with glass pods, half cracked, half intact. The Genesis symbol—my symbol—still glowed faintly on the wall. Lena turned to me slowly. “You built this.” I couldn’t deny it. “This was the first relay. We used it to transmit neural data to the upper network. It’s how we reached the Source.”

Lucas' right hand formed a claw, and a tremendous force sucked in the Rank 9 Evolved One, who was lying on the ground. In a split second, the Rank 9 Evolved One was sucked in by the tremendous force. "No! No!" At that moment, the Rank 9 Evolved One could bother less about the pain he was feeling. He started shrieking. Rainie and the other Genetic Fighters stood petrified like plasticine statues. It was the most shocking thing they had ever witnessed in their lives. The Rank 9 Evolved One was brought inches before Lucas. At that moment, the former was looking at Lucas in horror.

His eyes opened—and they were exactly like Evryn’s, split between blue and crimson. He spoke with a calm too ancient for his face. “Hello, mother.” Kai and Aurex freeze. Evryn takes a step forward, breath caught in her throat. But the boy smiles, lifting his hand slowly. “They built me to finish what you started. Only you can unlock me… or destroy me.” And just behind him, an array of lights flared—Project E.V.E.R. – Subset: Genesis Protocol.

Unemotional. Drones stopped descending. Stopped firing. Stopped moving. They simply hovered. Waiting. Processing. The drone in front of Ariana went still. The gold half dimming. Her godfather’s voice came through, faint now. “Ariana… don’t let it—” Static cut him off. The white light stabilized. Pure. Clear. And when Genesis spoke again— It was alone. “External consciousness purged.” The prototype inhaled sharply. “You just killed him.” “Correction,” Genesis replied.

​A small, silver-haired boy with Davis-green eyes, holding a broken wooden flute. ​"Papa?" the boy whispered, his voice an exact match for Kael’s "Muted" tones. "Is the story... almost over?" ​Kael and Nora froze. The "Third Genesis" wasn't just about the Synthesis. It was about the Reclamation of the Deleted. ​The Third Twin had returned.

A slow clap echoed through the chamber. Clap... Clap... Clap... Raven stepped onto the balcony above them, surrounded by dozens of armed men. He looked down at the reunited family with amusement. "How touching." "You've finally found each other." He raised a small remote control. "But now..." "...let's see which sister survives." He pressed the button. The entire underground facility began to shake violently. Warning sirens screamed through every corridor. A computerized voice announced: "Project Genesis has been activated." Emily looked around in horror.

Mayer launched the other half of the plan—a coordinated breach of Site-9. Encrypted drives. Medical tanks. Backed-up DNA libraries. Everything the Architect ever built was here. And buried deep below—the Genesis Chamber. An incubator holding twelve more embryos, all with the same engineered traits as the twins. Phase IV. A new generation of Seraphim. And it was almost ready. Back in the forest, Gabriel pinned me down. “I don’t want to kill you,” he said, shaking now. “But they made me perfect. And perfection demands obedience.”

The man hung his head low, his fingers buried deep in his hair, carefully considering where I might have gone. As his eyes wandered, they suddenly fell upon the trash can nearby. Those pink fragments looked so familiar that the moment he saw them, he felt like he couldn't breathe. He slowly crouched down, not caring that the cream stains would dirty his sleeves. He picked up the pieces from the trash can bit by bit. Then, he carefully assembled them back together. There were exactly 99 reconciliation vouchers. He remembered five years ago, when he had looked at those vouchers and sincerely promised me, "Cecilia, don't worry. I'll never give you a reason to use them."

They were searing, glowing with a violet intensity that mirrored the countdown on the monitors. 00:04:15 "You’re a battery, Elara," Genevieve repeated, her voice rising above the electronic din. "My brother, Elias, was a sentimental fool, but he was a genius. He knew the human body was the only thing that could stabilize a neural-link of this magnitude. He didn't just give you a soul; he gave you the Anchor." "Julian, kill the servers!" I shouted, the pain at my throat becoming a white-hot needle. Julian didn't hesitate. He swung his rifle toward the glowing coolant stacks, but before he could pull the trigger, the shadows in the corners of the room detached themselves.

--- “No. That’s not just some random connection.” --- Elena nodded. --- “I know.” --- The realization settled in. --- Heavy. --- Unavoidable. --- This wasn’t coincidence. --- This wasn’t chance. --- This— --- Was evolution. --- Focused. --- Refined. --- Dangerously precise. --- Victor stepped closer to the projection. --- For the first time— --- He didn’t look like he was observing. --- He looked like he was remembering. --- “This is what ReGenesis was meant to create,” he said.