The next day.
Fully rested, Sora had recovered to peak condition, both physically and mentally. After breakfast in the cafeteria, she prepared to begin her “Mega Gacha” pulls.
But Kudamon approached her, “You should begin fulfilling your duties as a diplomat.”
“…You’re right… I want to reveal the existence of Digimon to the world. That will be the first step in our plan.”
Kudamon was shocked by her bold statement.
As expected of the Angewomon it had chosen—so daring!
Still, it expressed concern. “Are you sure? That might cause widespread panic.”
“Keeping it secret only delays the fear and makes it fester. Eventually, it will breed darkness. Better to reveal the truth and let the light drive away the shadows.
“There are many things in this world that can’t stand the light of day, but Digimon shouldn’t be among them. I don’t want Digimon to be among them.”
The first part made Kudamon thoughtful.
The last part—especially that final line—deeply moved it.
Sora continued, “Of course, the first time will bring panic, but we can keep improving through reflection. Isn’t that what evolution is all about?”
Kudamon nodded in agreement.
Sora added, “And most importantly, Kudamon, I am the diplomat.”
‘Angewomon… you’ll regret this…’
But Kudamon wasn’t Danzo Shimura, so it didn’t say that.
It only chuckled helplessly, nodded, “Alright,” before leaving to consult with Sampson about the process for publicly revealing Digimon.
Sora returned to her room to prepare for her Mega Gacha pulls…
“Reveal the existence of Digimon?”
The director of DATS—Director Hashiba—was terrified of being reprimanded by his superiors and forced to bow in apology before television cameras again.
‘Such shame!’
So he rushed to DATS HQ and declared, “Absolutely not! We cannot go public!”
But times had changed.
Sora was no longer just a stand-in diplomat from a few days ago. She was now the true diplomat, certified by Yggdrasill itself! She carried the weight of the two realms and thirteen… No—the entire Digital World.
Meanwhile, Sora wasn’t in a great mood, having just pulled [Nothing] in her Mega Gacha.
Looking at the blustering Director Hashiba, she let out a faint chuckle and said, “Looks like you’ve misunderstood.”
Hashiba froze. “Misunderstood what?”
Had he gotten it wrong? Had his superiors misunderstood too?
Maybe it wasn’t about going public after all. That would be a relief.
But Sora’s next words sent him crashing into despair.
She said flatly, “I wasn’t requesting or negotiating. I was notifying.”
Hashiba trembled, face pale. “W-What do you mean?”
“If we’re going to reveal Digimon to the world, then, of course, there needs to be a peace conference between the two worlds at the United Nations headquarters. You’re just the middlemen. Don’t overestimate your importance…
“If you won’t do it, others will.”
‘Ah! That line again!’
Hashiba wanted to argue but didn’t dare. He left in defeat.
The next day, Sora received notice that the peace conference would be held twenty days later at the United Nations headquarters in New York.
On the third day, news of the peace conference began to spread.
At first, it was rumors, then media outlets all over began reporting it, making it the first time most people learned about the existence of Digimon.
Day four, five, six…
Time flew by.
While the world reacted to the revelation of Digimon, Sora focused more on her Mega Gacha pulls.
Nothing, nothing, nothing…
All “Nothing!”
Sora had always known her luck was average, so in these past days, aside from relying on luck, she also tried various ways to increase her chances of evolving into LovelyAngemon, Holydramon, Ophanimon, or Venusmon.
Boosting the odds for Holydramon, Ophanimon, and Venusmon was difficult.
But increasing her chances for LovelyAngemon?
That was easy.
Keep punching!
Keep fighting!
Tatakae! Tatakae!
Over more than ten days, her combat skills improved significantly, and her chance of evolving into LovelyAngemon doubled.
[LovelyAngemon: 8%]
With both probability and effort coming together, Sora felt confident she could pull LovelyAngemon before her next transmigration.
And at last, on the eve of the UN conference in New York, she finally received her first Mega-level form…
“Venusmon?”
“Why?”
Yes, she drew Venusmon.
LovelyAngemon had an 8% chance, Holydramon 3%, Ophanimon 2%, and yet none of those appeared.
Only the 1% chance Venusmon came up…
Perplexing!
Utterly baffling!
After much thought, she could only chalk it up to her luck.
Sora sighed, “If I knew my luck worked like this, I should’ve tried for LadyDevimon.”
Even though LadyDevimon was only an Ultimate-level, if she could access LadyDevimon’s power—and now that she had Mega evolution potential—there might be a chance to evolve into Mastemon.
Mastemon was a Digimon born from the fusion of Angewomon and LadyDevimon, capable of manipulating light and darkness and opening interdimensional portals.
The ability to open dimensional portals would greatly help her research the mystery of [Transmigration].
By comparison, Venusmon…
While undoubtedly beautiful, Venusmon had low combat power, no temporal or spatial abilities, and her skills were mostly mental or psychological.
Not suited for a warrior. Not suited for a mage.
Sora’s first impression: useless.
As for beauty…
She was Angewomon, already beautiful enough. No need for extra charm points.
“Full Takeover—Venusmon’s Soul!”
Well, she had drawn it. Might as well use it. Who knew when the next Mega pull would succeed?
After the Takeover, she looked down at herself.
Her forearms and shins were now encased in silver armor, like sacred silver armor, engraved with delicate dove-wing patterns. Just this part made her look rather heroic.
While the rest, especially the outfit… A slim-fitting white dress, devoid of patterns, radiating purity.
Sadly, the coverage was minimal—just a strip of fabric covering from chest to abdomen and a bit of her lower back. The rest was…barely there.
She had a bikini bottom on, but that was it for clothing.
Luckily, her eight wings from before hadn’t disappeared with the transformation. They still draped behind her like a cloak, offering a bit more coverage.
But wings only helped from the back. From the side, she looked like a sausage half-wrapped in white bread—teasingly exposed, even more alluring…
Angewomon had a blindfold aesthetic, and so did Venusmon.
Since Sora was using Angewomon’s body to receive Venusmon’s soul, the double blindfold aesthetic combined into a metal mask and ribbon hybrid.
The metal mask had shrunk from full-head coverage to just the forehead. Its cross insignia changed to a dove-wing motif, giving it a regal, crown-like elegance.
Her blonde bangs, no longer pressed flat by the mask, now stood tall. Her hair, once waist-length, had more than doubled and was now wavy.
Sora brushed through her now-overlong, elegant hair and stepped in front of the mirror.
The reflection showed a Venusmon with traces of Angewomon’s features, though missing Venusmon’s usual dove and shell accessories.
Perhaps the Venusmon she received wasn’t complete.
Still, just one glance in the mirror had her gasping.
“Oh my god, I’m stunning!”
‘Unbelievable!’
Ever since she got used to Angewomon’s body, she hadn’t expected to be stunned by her own appearance again.
Her facial features hadn’t changed much, yet her charm had skyrocketed! Surged! Exploded!
— The end of the Chapter–
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