Footage of the monster in New York appeared on the small monitors before each country’s delegates in the conference hall. The footage had been captured and uploaded by minor media outlets not authorized to enter the UN headquarters.
In the video, between skyscrapers stood a monster with six demonic wings.
It was tall and burly, with a goat-like head bearing massive horns, dark brown skin, blood-red eyes, and chains wrapped around all four limbs.
Belphemon: Rage Mode!
Its Sleep Mode had been rather cute, but in this enraged state, it was nothing but ferocity and terror.
Just standing there, it resembled a harbinger of hell, a beast of the apocalypse.
With one roar, the entire city of New York quaked. The glass of skyscrapers shattered like snowflakes.
It felt as though the end of the world had arrived!
“A demon!”
“No, it’s Kurata!”
Sora saw the green hue on Belphemon’s horns.
That was a signature trait of bio-Digimon.
Ultimate-level bio-Digimon had some red on their heads, while Mega-level bio-Digimon had green.
Belphemon’s horns were green—It had been turned into a bio-Digimon.
In the original, Belphemon’s horns had no such changes. Clearly, the current Kurata lacked the same technical expertise as his canon counterpart.
And that, Sora thought, was because of her.
She had forced Kurata to reveal himself early, making him a pariah in the human world and a fugitive in the Digital World, unable to operate behind the scenes as he had originally.
Kurata had hoped to use Belphemon to disrupt the peace talks without revealing himself.
After all, no one had seen Belphemon before. No one would immediately link the beast to him.
He could act freely under its guise!
But he had never expected that Sora, armed with the original memories, would expose him at a glance.
“What? That’s Kurata? How did he end up like that?” the Japanese representative said, feigning ignorance of bio-Digimon technology.
A representative from another Asian country hinted, “The data says he developed bio-Digimon tech that allows humans to fuse with Digimon and gain their power.”
The Japanese rep looked displeased.
“Oh?”
Eyes lit up across the hall.
Some narrowed their eyes, concealing their thoughts.
Bio-Digimon technology didn’t just grant humans Digimon powers. It could also cure physical disabilities, even restore youth to the elderly.
In other words, some present not only knew of the tech but may have seen it or undergone procedures themselves.
Others were more concerned with the here and now. “Why is Kurata here?”
“He must be trying to sabotage the peace talks! Kurata is no longer a Japanese citizen. His actions are his alone,” the Japanese rep said hurriedly, distancing the government from any responsibility.
“Ah! He’s coming this way!”
In the video, Belphemon was indeed approaching.
Perilous!
Everyone tensed and looked hopefully toward Sora.
Maybe this angelic Digimon could drive away the demon, like an angel from myth. She had remained calm throughout. Surely, she had a plan.
Sora shook her head. “I’m just a diplomat. I don’t have the power to stop him.”
“Huh?”
‘…Then why were you so calm?’
But that question no longer mattered.
“W-What do we do?”
In the footage, three young people appeared with their partner Digimon, attacking Belphemon.
They were members of New York DATS!
Since the Digital World and Digimon had been confirmed a decade ago, DATS branches had been established globally. The more advanced the tech in a region, the higher the Digimon encounter rate—and thus, the greater the need for DATS.
However, unlike Tokyo, where Digimon appeared almost daily, New York saw perhaps one incident a month.
So, the NY DATS team lacked experience. Their Digimon partners could only evolve to Champion level.
Naturally, they were no match for Belphemon.
They were quickly defeated.
Then came the helicopters!
Next, fighter jets!
Bullets, missiles, bombs—a barrage of weapons rained down. Yet, nothing pierced Belphemon’s hide.
Useless! Useless! Useless!
Belphemon merely tilted its head back slightly. Black flames erupted from its mouth, shooting skyward like a scythe through autumn leaves. In seconds, all the aircraft were reduced to dirty fireworks.
Shrapnel rained down. New York burned.
The end of the world!
A living hell!
“We’re doomed!”
“Should we use strategic nukes now?”
“Are you crazy?! A nuke? A strategic one?! We’d be caught in the blast—millions of people in New York would die!”
“Hah, you think those in charge care about numbers?”
“…”
Murmurs filled the room. The outcome was clear.
Some sighed deeply. Faces turned pale.
Someone would go to any lengths to destroy Belphemon—and everyone in New York, including those in this room, would be the price.
Some stood frozen. Others pulled out phones, making what might be final calls to family…
No screaming. Just silence.
A despairing silence blanketed the peace summit. The broadcast wasn’t cut, and that despair spread across the globe.
Silence—A deathly silence worldwide!
Sora thought, ‘Even if the nuke doesn’t kill Belphemon, it will definitely injure or even kill me.’
So she spoke up. “If we combine our strength, maybe we can defeat it.”
“Our strength?”
Hope flickered in the room, followed by confusion.
“What strength do we have?”
These were office folk—they struggled to lift boxes, let alone fight.
Write reports? Maybe. If they survived.
Right now, survival wasn’t guaranteed—they’d die either by Belphemon or the nuke.
Sora thought, ‘Of course you don’t have it.’
Everyone had DigiSoul, but awakening it required potential.
Maybe these people had it in their youth, but now they were jaded, soulless middle-agers. Without fire in the heart, there was no DigiSoul.
“Full-body Takeover: Venusmon’s Soul!”
Sora pointed upward. A brilliant magic circle appeared above her.
Its mysterious symbols gave off an aura of overwhelming majesty.
“Ohhh!”
Eyes widened.
Bathed in its glow, Sora transformed, taking on a form closer to Venusmon.
“OHHHHH!!”
Eyes widened further.
From the front, her new appearance seemed slightly more modest—yet her allure had multiplied. If she was a ten before, now she was a hundred. A thousand.
Sora lifted her blindfold.
Venusmon covered her eyes to seal away her overflowing charm.
Sora had inherited that trait—When she removed the blindfold, her charm skyrocketed tenfold.
The global broadcast continued.
This was the largest live broadcast in history—a peace summit about humanity’s future. Every public screen on Earth was tuned in.
Even through the screen, some of Venusmon’s charm reached the viewers.
And the moment she revealed her eyes, it was as though those long in darkness finally saw the sunrise.
Light!
“!”
Everyone watching gasped. Their hearts felt cleansed.
One word: beautiful!
Two words: so beautiful!
Three words: absolutely stunning!
Even former haters switched sides. Deep in the Digital World, even Yggdrasill, watching through a network link, felt a twinge of emotion…
‘This Angewomon truly is something special.’
So thought Yggdrasill.
Onscreen, Sora continued, “When humans and Digimon align their will, they release DigiSoul. That power can lead both to a bright future.”
With the boost from Mega Charm, people everywhere watching this began to yearn for such a future.
Sora’s tone hardened. “But someone is trying to destroy that bright future!”
Outrage swept across the globe.
Who was the bastard trying to ruin their dream with Angewomon?
“It’s him!”
Sora pointed to Belphemon on the screen. “Though it looks like a Digimon, it’s being controlled by a man named Akihiro Kurata.”
Kurata, you bastard!
People across the world—young and old, male and female—erupted in fury.
Yggdrasill, unmoved by emotion, was instead surprised by the content: a human could control Belphemon?!
In fact, Belphemon symbolized sloth—Its nature clashed with someone like Kurata.
Ambitious people weren’t lazy. Greatness required diligence.
The Demon Lord of Greed—Barbamon—would have been a Top match, and together, they might have surpassed limits.
But Kurata had Belphemon. Incompatibility would limit its power.
Then came Sora’s voice again, “Don’t be angry. Give your anger to me.”
Give it? How?
“Burn, DigiSoul!”
No one stays young forever—but there are always young people. Always those with fire in their hearts, those moved to tears. They are the ones who can awaken DigiSoul.
“Ah!”
“Ah!!”
“Ah!!!”
“Burn bright, my DigiSoul!”
Flame-like energy appeared across the world.
Inspired by Sora, those with potential awakened their DigiSoul. DATS facilities everywhere registered surges in Digimon energy.
“This… this is real?!”
In Tokyo DATS, Captain Sampson stared at the screen, overwhelmed with joy.
“DigiSoul energy levels are spiking!”
Miki and Megumi dutifully reported the data from their stations.
Individually, the DigiSoul signatures weren’t strong. But together?
Tens, hundreds, thousands, millions, billions…
Incalculable magnitude!
— The end of the Chapter–
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