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

Cheng Yuan originally planned to take the little dog beast to the abandoned factory to train Holy Light Bullets again, but for some reason, he felt a strange sense of resistance towards the abandoned factory.

"Never mind, let's go somewhere else today." He ruffled the little beast's hair. "Let's go to the training park, the sun is nice there."

"Woof!" The little dog wagged its tail happily, clearly not having any attachment to the abandoned factory.

Sunlight filters through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

Cheng Yuan found a secluded corner, threw his backpack onto the lawn, and the little beast immediately jumped off his shoulder, excitedly spinning around twice, its sacred ring around its neck gleaming in the sunlight.

"Today's goal is—" Cheng Yuan held up one finger, "the accuracy and endurance of the Holy Light Bullets!"

"Woof!" The little dog beast struck a fighting stance with high spirits, its front paws slightly lowered and its tail held high, intending to play the role of a hungry wolf pouncing, but its cute appearance ruined the mood.

Throughout the afternoon, the park was filled with the sounds of "whoosh—pop!" as the light bullets pierced the air. At first, the trajectory of the holy light bullets was somewhat erratic, but through repeated practice, the little dog beast gradually mastered the rhythm of energy output.

"Beautiful!" Cheng Yuan whistled, watching the Holy Light Bullet trace a graceful arc and accurately hit the bullseye drawn on the tree trunk thirty meters away.

The little dog proudly raised its head, patting its chest with its little paws, as if to say, "See, master, I'm just that awesome!"

"Don't get too cocky." Cheng Yuan grinned mischievously, picked up a twig, and drew two targets on the grass. "Next, let's try controlling two Holy Light Bullets simultaneously!"

The next step is to increase the power output and endurance of the Holy Light Bullets. Then, we need to increase the number of Holy Light Bullets and hone our ability to control them in multiple ways.

Little Dog Beast, you still have a long way to go.

As evening approached, the training finally ended. The little beast immediately climbed up Cheng Yuan's arm and onto his shoulder, then stretched out its paws to try and open its backpack to find the Tyrannosaurus Rex.

"Not now." Cheng Yuan knew it was longing for the sacred meal after its daily training.

"Woof..." Her pitiful little eyes looked so cute.

Although the Sacred Feast doesn't convert as much into wealth points, it's incredibly satisfying!

Cheng Yuan almost burst out laughing. Ever since his digestive system materialized, this little foodie has made "eating" his top priority in life. Every meal Cheng's mother makes is devoured by him, to the point that Cheng's mother now has to prepare an extra portion when cooking, and she always says, "My good child eats well, so he grows up fast and beautiful."

"Don't rush, we'll eat together at dinner time tonight."

Hearing Cheng Yuan say this, the little dog started looking forward to dinner again and began urging Cheng Yuan to go home quickly.

Looking at the carefree little guy, even if he's exhausted and covered in mud, a meal when we get home will make him forget all the pain and troubles of the day.

This kind of mentality is commonly known as being carefree and thoughtless.

He really wants that kind of positive mindset.

But he was different. The academic workload of his senior year of high school and the college entrance examination weighed heavily on his mind.

While waiting for his mother to cook, Cheng Yuan scribbled and drew in his notebook.

"Little Dog Beast." He pushed the notebook in front of Little Dog Beast. "Take a look at this."

"Woof?"

The little dog stared wide-eyed in confusion at the drawing Cheng Yuan had picked up.

On the left page of the notebook, there was a drawing of a humanoid creature with four pairs of wings, and a sacred ring on its left ankle.

On the right page, there is a drawing of a humanoid creature with a jet-black body and bat wings, its entire body bound by chains, and a ghostly flame connected to its back.

They are clearly the Ultimate-level forms of Angewomon and LadyDevimon.

The little dog's ears perked up instantly, and it looked up at Cheng Yuan with its eyes full of questions.

Master, what kind of stick figures are you drawing? I can't say I'm impressed with your drawing skills!

"Ahem..." Cheng Yuan cleared his throat somewhat awkwardly. "That's right, these are your future Ultimate stages." Cheng Yuan pointed to the stick figure on the left. "This... Angewomon will be your Holy Route Ultimate form. This one on the right... LadyDevimon will be your Dark Route Ultimate form."

"Woof... Angewomon? LadyDevimon?" The little dogmon stammered, repeating the two unfamiliar words, its eyes glued to the pairs of wings. Although Cheng Yuan's soul drawing was atrocious, the little dogmon seemed to see its future soaring through the sky through those clumsy lines.

Does having more wings mean you can fly faster?

Although Cheng Yuan's soul painting turned Angewomon and LadyDevimon into stick figures, Puppymon looked at the several pairs of wings that could fly and the holy rings on their ankles, its eyes flickered, and it nodded thoughtfully.

Its little paws pressed firmly onto the Angewomon pattern.

Cheng Yuan let out a long sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted. Having just developed decision-making difficulties, letting the little dog make the choice seemed to have saved his life, pulling him out of the abyss of indecision.

"Forget it, it's too early to talk about these things. The most important thing now is for us to work hard, improve our skills, and prepare for the college entrance examination."

"Woof—Awoo~!" The little dog patted the ground with its tail and yawned, indicating that it didn't want to use its brain and only wanted to fight.

I'll leave everything to you, woof.

The next day, as the new week began, when Cheng Yuan appeared at the school training ground, the other students had arrived around the same time.

Meanwhile, when Cheng Yuan entered the training ground, he keenly noticed that there had been changes in the members of the elite class—five students who were ranked lower were gone, replaced by several new faces, and new Rookie-level Digimon had also joined.

"The elimination system is no joke..." Cheng Yuan muttered to himself, instinctively hugging the little dog beast in his arms tighter. Teacher Xu Xin would score everyone's training performance each week, and those with low scores would be eliminated.

Teacher Xu Xin walked in as the school bell rang, looking frighteningly haggard. The dark circles under her eyes were so thick they looked like she was wearing smoky makeup, and she seemed unsteady on her feet.

But the moment he stood on the podium, all his fatigue seemed to vanish instantly, and his eyes became sharp as knives.

"He's a ruthless person..." Cheng Yuan thought to himself.

"Last week, everyone understood the significance of the training and found their own direction!" Xu Xin's voice was strong and clear. "This week, we will learn about—[Skills Development]!"

That's right, it's about developing skills for your own Digimon!

He surveyed the room, his gaze lingering on each trainee for a moment: "The true value of a Beast Tamer lies not in methodically training Digimon, but in unleashing their limitless potential!"

"This week's evaluation criteria are simple—" Xu Xin held up three fingers, "The strength, applicability, and quantity of skills developed. Those ranked at the bottom will be eliminated!"

A chorus of groans erupted in the training ground. Cheng Yuan looked down at the little beast in his arms; the little guy was tilting his head, looking at him with eager anticipation in his eyes.

"Looks like we need to step up our game..." Cheng Yuan squeezed its little paw, a confident smile playing on his lips. "It's time to get some new tricks up our sleeves with the Holy Light Bullet!"