Twilight.
The afterglow of the setting sun had already dyed the sky red.
“This scene is bizarre…”
Sora gazed out the window at the sunset inside the dormitory room, sighing with emotion.
A beautiful sunset, no doubt, but it happened every day. It wasn’t something that should evoke such a peculiar sentiment.
However, if someone saw the sun rising into the horizon instead of setting, they would have no choice but to marvel at the sight.
That was exactly what Sora was witnessing at that moment.
The sun was rising!
The reason for this bizarre spectacle wasn’t some anomaly of nature—it was simply because her perspective was flipped upside down.
She was currently maintaining her Blood Queen form, standing inverted with her head down and legs up, balanced on the ceiling.
From a distance, she looked just like a bat hanging upside down!
That’s why she saw a sunset reversed from the usual perspective.
Nonetheless, even though she was standing on the ceiling, her long golden hair still extended down to her waist instead of following the pull of gravity.
This was one of the eerie abilities brought by the soul of Vamdemon—like chakra adhering to one’s feet, it allowed her to stand freely on any surface she desired. Whether it was the ceiling or the walls, she could walk as easily as if it were solid ground.
Even water was possible—she had tested it in the bathtub.
Although she could fly, meaning standing on walls, ceilings, or water wasn’t particularly useful to her, the fact that she could perform such feats meant her control over the Blood Queen state had improved.
Every bit of progress was worth celebrating.
“Takeover, Release!”
Flipping over, she landed back on the floor and deactivated the transformation. A warmth spread through her body as the dark power within her reverted back to holy energy.
She raised her right hand, and a purple sphere of light appeared in her palm.
This was divine power.
The holy energy in her hand swirled and shifted, its transformation speed slightly faster than before.
“My control has improved too.” Sora smiled in satisfaction.
Angewomon spoke, “You might be able to learn that technique now.”
“Which technique?”
“Heaven’s Charm.”
“Hmm… Before that, let’s eat first.”
Learning a new skill wasn’t urgent, nor was it something that could be mastered instantly.
Sora stepped out of the room and headed to the DATS cafeteria.
It was mealtime, and the cafeteria was bustling with people, including researchers in white lab coats and Digimon like Vademon and Mushroomon. However, Thomas, Yoshino, Miki Kurosaki, and Megumi Shirakawa were nowhere to be seen.
Sora figured they had already eaten and didn’t think much of it. She went ahead and ordered a portion of Digimon food.
After finishing her meal, she headed for the command room.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw everyone looking grim.
Even Marcus had a deep frown and a stern expression.
The sound of the door caught everyone’s attention. When they saw it was Sora who had entered, disappointment flashed across their faces.
“What’s going on?” Sora asked, puzzled.
Especially Marcus—why did he look so troubled? That kind of expression didn’t suit a reckless fighter like him.
Yoshino said, “We’re waiting for authorization.”
“Authorization for what?”
“Permission to deploy.”
Apparently, the video evidence provided by Kouki had been submitted two hours ago, but due to the gravity of the situation, Director Hashiba and the DATS Director had gone to persuade their superiors.
The higher-ups were still deliberating, and even now, there was no decision.
“That inefficient?” Sora sneered.
As expected, the higher-ups were dragging their feet—what a… traditional practice.
Office workers had no sense of urgency regarding the front lines.
Sora scoffed internally and glanced at Kudamon. ‘Couldn’t they just act first and report later?’
Kudamon, though unable to see Sora’s gaze, still felt the weight of her unspoken demand.
Had this been yesterday, when he had been riled up by Sora’s words, he might have ignored protocol and acted on impulse.
But now, Kudamon had calmed down, suppressing his emotions for the sake of the bigger picture. If they succeed this time, they could pave the way for peaceful coexistence between both worlds!
Still, Kudamon could see his past self in Sora’s impatience, so he said, “Waiting ensures a more decisive victory.”
Sora understood that at this point, all they could do was wait.
After all, Kudamon was the main force in taking down Kurata—his decision carried the most weight.
About three minutes later, a voice came from the computer, “DATS, deploy!”
The speaker was an elderly man, yet with a passionate tone—like a general about to lead a charge into battle.
“Finally!”
Marcus straightened his back, clenching his fists excitedly, practically radiating fighting spirit.
Thomas sighed helplessly.
Yoshino shrugged. “Marcus, we’re in charge of logistics.”
Marcus’s face froze… Right, they weren’t part of this mission.
‘Damn it! How frustrating!’
But their current strength simply wasn’t enough—there was no helping it.
“Go, Kudamon.”
Captain Sampson strode outside DATS headquarters, pulling out his Digivice.
“Digisoul, Overdrive!”
Kudamon leaped high into the air, and in a dazzling flash of light, he transformed from a small half-meter-long fox into a towering beast—like a centaur clad in red armor.
His left hand bore a crossbow, his right hand a shield, and his equine lower body had six iron hooves.
Sleipmon!
A Mega-level, Vaccine-attribute, Holy Knight Digimon!
“This is a Mega level…”
Watching from the sidelines, Marcus, Thomas, and Yoshino were stunned.
It was their first time witnessing a Mega Digimon in person. They never expected such a powerful Digimon to be among them all along!
As a Digimon herself, Sora’s senses were sharper than a human’s—she could perceive even more.
This Sleipmon wasn’t just any Mega-level Digimon; he was a Royal Knight, an envoy of the Digital World’s god. His strength stood at the peak of Mega levels—like the difference between a skilled fighter and a true grandmaster.
Even just standing there, he exuded an undeniable aura of power.
‘So strong!’
…
Meanwhile, Kouki’s situation was dire.
Having joined the side of justice, Kouki was prepared to die for her cause. But if he could survive, of course, he would prefer to live and continue serving his righteous path…
“Get in, Kouki.”
Kurata led Kouki to a sealed chamber, pointing to a glass chamber filled with a transparent liquid.
Kouki wasn’t unfamiliar with it—this was a modification capsule used to implant Digimon data.
Simply put, a surgical device.
Kurata was a villain, but he kept his promises. He had said he would grant him power, and now he was about to implant an even stronger Digimon into him.
But Kouki, now devoted to righteousness, wasn’t in a hurry for power.
He had pretended to vent his anger in the Digital World, bombing an empty field to buy time, hoping that by the time he returned, Kurata would already have been captured or eliminated.
Yet, when he came back, Kurata was completely unharmed.
No one had come for him!
What was DATS doing? Why were they so slow?
Even a righteous person like Kouki nearly cursed out loud.
On the surface, he could only continue pretending to be his past self, following Kurata to the front of the mutation pod.
“Kouki, what’s wrong?” Kurata looked at the unmoving Kouki, his face full of confusion.
Kouki knew he couldn’t be found out, or it would be dangerous, so he had no choice but to take off his clothes and jump into the mutation pod.
The chamber was filled with liquid, yet he could breathe within it.
Kurata placed both hands in his pockets and smiled.
“Before implanting new power, we need to extract the Thunderbirmon from inside you. It’ll tickle a bit—bear with it.”
Tickle?
A sugar-coated lie.
In reality, it was a pain akin to having your bones peeled and tendons torn.
“AHHH!”
With a heart-wrenching scream, the liquid in the mutation pod gradually turned from clear to red.
Ten minutes later…
Extraction complete!
“…” Kouki’s face became dark, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
What was extracted wasn’t just Thunderbirmon but… also Tyilinmon’s spiritual energy!
Which meant Kouki had turned back into human scum.
But his memories didn’t disappear—he clearly remembered everything he had experienced at DATS headquarters, which filled him with fury.
“Kudamon, You Bastard!, how dare you control me!”
“?” Kurata was stunned, full of questions.
What kind of crazy outburst was this?
— The end of the Chapter–
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