Digimon: I really didn't want to be the Digimon Emperor!

Wutong Mountain is the largest mountain in Shenzhen, but it doesn't rank among the famous mountains and rivers in China.

Shenzhen's Qingtian District is located on a branch of Wutong Mountain.

This mountain range, located in Qingtian District of Shenzhen, has gradually become a habitat for wild Digimon after the digital space merged with reality.

It was late at night, and Xu Xin was in the middle of the mountains. He was standing on the shoulder of the Dark Tyrannomon, holding one of its horns.

"Click—"

DarkGreymon swung its tail, sweeping away the thorns blocking its path. On its shoulder, Xu Xin held onto the bone helmet horn with one hand to steady himself. The blue light from the Digivice screen reflected his furrowed brows.

"Wang Lin, are you sure Devimon has entered the mountain?" he whispered into the miniature communicator in his collar, his voice tinged with anxiety.

At this moment, Wang Lin's flying insect beast was flying ahead to scout and clear the way, while Wang Lin sat in the tall off-road vehicle, following the road cleared by the Tyrannosaurus Beast.

Wang Lin's efficient female voice came through the communicator: "A large number of Digimon remains have been found nearby, and the instruments have detected residual dark energy from Devimon. It is estimated that Devimon hunted in this area to replenish its data and energy."

Xu Xin's knuckles tapped out a dull rhythm on the Tyrannosaurus Rex's scales, while the distant hooting of an owl pierced the silent forest. "The Association still insists on not mobilizing the Public Security Bureau or the military?" His voice blazed with discontent, like a volcano about to erupt. "The Wutong Mountain range stretches for twenty kilometers; are we really going to rely on just the five of us for a carpet search?"

If the police or military could surround and delay them, and then wait for them to reach their target, that would be so much simpler.

Wang Lin simply snorted and said, "The association wants to minimize the social impact and doesn't want to cause too much trouble."

Devimon is, after all, a mature-level Digimon. If we fail to defeat it, it could cause serious damage to Pengcheng.

Xu Xin also knew the nature of the association branch in Pengcheng. Given the special nature of this Devimon being able to smuggle itself out of the Digital Abyss, if the Beast Tamer Association could complete the mission independently, they did not want the military or the Ministry of Public Security to participate in the operation, so as not to embolden them.

Xu Xin was too lazy to investigate further: "Let's search deeper. Flying Insect Beast, keep an eye on things in the air. Giant Chicken Beast and Sunflower Beast, split up and search in two directions. Contact us immediately if you get any news."

"Okay, team leader."

Devimon's movements are elusive, only revealing clues when it hunts, making it extremely difficult to track.

Meanwhile, at the security checkpoint at the foot of the mountain.

"Who goes there? Stop right there!"

A beam of bright light suddenly shone on the young man who emerged from the mountains.

He wore a baseball cap pulled low, his tracksuit zipped up to his chin, and swayed casually with his hands in his pockets.

When questioned by the security guard, the young man simply shook his head stiffly, his thin lips tightly pressed together.

The police officer swept the beam of his flashlight across the man's pale face. "What are you doing up the mountain so late at night?" The security guard frowned—the young man's eyes were bloodshot and there were faint spiderweb-like bluish-black veins on his neck.

"Take a walk." The voice sounded like rusty gears rubbing against each other.

"Have you found any suspicious Digimon on the mountain...?" the sheriff asked.

The young man remained silent, only mechanically shaking his head.

"Forget it, forget it. If they find out, you're dead anyway! It's so late, hurry home. Don't go out so late at night, things haven't been peaceful lately." After questioning him repeatedly to no avail, the security guard yawned, waved, and let the young man leave.

As the young man disappeared around the street corner, a bizarre scene unfolded.

The skin on his face began to crack and peel off, revealing a pale layer of skin underneath.

A pair of enormous bat wings ripped through the coat with a "rip" and unfurled in the moonlight.

Devimon

[Virus Type - Fallen Angel - Dark Theme]

[Maturity Stage]

[Skills: Dark Wave, Demon Claw, Fallen Wings, Dark Regeneration, Crimson Stream, Soul's Embrace]

[Description: A fallen angel-type Digimon covered in black bat-like wings and bone-like armor, with twisted horns on its head and blood-red pupils. It is cunning and cruel, skilled in using dark energy to create illusions and manipulate minds through the technique "Soul Binding." Its signature move, "Dark Wave," releases bat-like dark energy bodies to attack a group of enemies.]

With its crimson eyes, Devimon glanced back at the mountains one last time before flapping its wings and soaring into the night sky.

The night wind howled, and the demon beast suddenly disintegrated in mid-air, transforming into hundreds of small bats that scattered and flew away, cleverly avoiding all surveillance and patrols.

These bats eventually regrouped at an abandoned factory in the western suburbs, transforming into a demon beast that shook off its tattered clothes and reverted to its original form.

It was completely covered in black, with dark skin, spiked armor on its arms, huge bat wings on its back, a half-black mask on its face, glowing deep red eyes, and a huge evil mark on its chest. Overall, it was evil and terrifying.

It arrived at a deserted factory, a place it had been lingering in for days, where it was carrying out its plans.

The factory was filled with the pungent smell of machine oil and rust. Dozens of rusty oil drums were neatly arranged, each with its lid violently pried open. The drums were filled with black oil brimming with dark energy, and inside each drum was a black, gear-shaped object.

It walked toward the last empty oil drum, opened its mouth full of sharp teeth, and a thick, asphalt-like dark energy gushed out, quickly filling the entire container.

"Glug... Glug..."

These are all dark energies that it absorbs and transforms from other Digimon it hunts.

The black oil in the drum suddenly boiled, and a jet-black seed was thrown in, rapidly absorbing the surrounding dark energy. The seed's surface cracked open, and a miniature gear slowly took shape, growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Soon... the Dark Gear will be completed... my Dark Empire..." Devimon's voice was as harsh as fingernails scraping glass.

As the first rays of dawn pierced through the clouds, the Demon Beast cast [Soul's Embrace], creating an illusion with a thin layer of dark energy to conceal the oil drums, so that any human who accidentally stumbled upon the place would not notice anything amiss.

After completing its disguise, Devimon folded its bat wings and hid in the shadows, waiting for the next night to fall.

Its crimson eyes slowly closed in the darkness, but a狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) smile twisted at the corners of its mouth. The plan was progressing steadily, while those foolish human animal trainers were still searching in vain in the mountains...

At this moment, Cheng Yuan arrived at the open space outside the abandoned factory as planned, and trained the Holy Light Bullet with the little dog beast.

Regarding how to further develop the Holy Light Bullet skill, since Xu Xin said that shooting straight like a bullet is too monotonous, could it be made to have a free trajectory like a drone?

So, he spent a hefty 6000 yuan on a First Vision FPV goggles and a drone in the commercial street.

Few people have ever seen a Digimon that can fly a drone.

However, using drones to assist Digimon in special training is even rarer.

On an open space outside an abandoned factory, a small dog wearing FPV goggles is intently controlling a drone. Its little paws deftly move the remote control stick, and it occasionally sticks out its tongue to lick its nose, completely immersed in the joy of flying.

"Yes, that's it..." Cheng Yuan squatted down beside him and gently instructed, "Feel the changes in airflow and remember the force at each turn."

Through the live feed from the FPV goggles, the little dog seemed to truly transform into a bird. Its ears twitched slightly with the drone's movements, sometimes standing up and sometimes lowering, and even its tail unconsciously swayed from side to side following the drone's trajectory.

"Woof!" With an excited bark, the drone suddenly executed a beautiful roll, precisely passing through the gap between two rusty steel pipes. Cheng Yuan couldn't help but whistle, "Beautiful! That was like a veteran pilot!"

It must be said that the little dog has shown amazing talent in operating drones. In just half an hour of practice, it has mastered the basic flying skills and can now even perform some simple aerobatic maneuvers.

Cheng Yuan stroked his chin thoughtfully: "Have you noticed that controlling the Holy Light Bullet is actually quite similar to playing with a drone?"

The little dog tilted its head and blinked its eyes behind its glasses.

"Both require spatial awareness and trajectory prediction..." Cheng Yuan said, gesturing to indicate the famous flight path. "It's just that drones rely on rotors, while holy light bombs rely on divine energy."

The little guy nodded thoughtfully, his paws unconsciously mimicking Cheng Yuan's gestures.

"But your control over the Holy Light Bullet..." Cheng Yuan deliberately dragged out the words, "is still at the stage of firing in a straight line, right?"

"Imagine if holy light missiles could be as agile as drones..." Cheng Yuan's eyes suddenly lit up, "Sharp turns, climbs, dives, even multiple missiles fired simultaneously!"

This idea instantly excited the little dog. It barked twice and suddenly felt like it had a goal to strive for. This special training was too easy, and it could even turn the holy light bullet into a drone.

Cheng Yuan scratched his head, thinking, "This shouldn't count as fooling the little dog beast, right?"

Looking at the little dog beast that had returned to training, Cheng Yuan secretly felt satisfied with his training (deception) plan.

Using the fun of drones to motivate training, and then transferring flight experience to the control of holy light missiles—this approach is simply brilliant.

This edutainment approach makes what would otherwise be a tedious skill practice lively and interesting.

Clearly, the little dog had fallen for the trick and willingly jumped into the pit.

Watching the little beast intently focused on its training, Cheng Yuan's gaze gradually deepened. He seemed to see a future battle scene—holy light projectiles would no longer be monotonous straight-line attacks, but rather countless projectiles flying through the air, tracing graceful arcs, attacking the enemy from all angles like a swarm of bees. This three-dimensional attack method would completely change the existing combat model.

"Imagine," Cheng Yuan crouched down, pointing to the drone hovering in the air, "if we could control the Holy Light Bullets to this extent, or even control multiple bullets simultaneously..." His voice trembled slightly with excitement, "what a scene that would be!"

The little dog tilted its head and thought for a while, then its eyes suddenly lit up and it barked excitedly twice.

But then his ears drooped in disappointment, as if he was worried that his current power was not enough to pose a threat to a powerful enemy.

"Don't rush!" Cheng Yuan gently stroked the little dog's head.

"We are still in the growth stage. Once we evolve to maturity, and under the training of this genius beast tamer Cheng Yuan, your holy and light attributes will be greatly enhanced." His tone was full of confidence, after all, he had a system that could replenish the attributes of the puppy beast, and the future was promising.

Today, the little dog trained until noon with great enthusiasm.

By noon, the training had already begun to show results.

The little dog beast, having removed its FPV goggles, was intently practicing the basic controls of the Holy Light Ball. Although the ball's movement was still somewhat clumsy, it was already able to perform simple turning maneuvers.

"Very good," Cheng Yuan nodded in satisfaction.

"Next, we'll go to an abandoned factory for a practical exercise."

He pointed to the familiar training ground in the distance, "Remember where we practiced high-speed ramming last time? The oil drums and metal frames there are perfect for practicing the precise obstacle avoidance of Holy Light Bullets."