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

"Ring—" The bell rang, and Cheng Yuan stretched out a big yawn, feeling like every bone in his body was protesting.

Today, the little dog's feat of taking on nine opponents single-handedly was impressive, but it also left the little guy exhausted. He rubbed the little dog's head, and the little guy immediately slumped into his arms like a melting marshmallow.

"Hey, big guy!" Cheng Yuan shouted at Kang Zhaodi, who was tidying up the training ground. "Did you, you pangolin, turn the training ground into a rat burrow?"

Kang Zhaodi scratched his head sheepishly, "Hehe, it's just that your little beast is too difficult to deal with..."

The training ground was riddled with holes by the pangolin, resembling a bombed battlefield. The students cursed as they filled the holes, while glaring at Kang Zhaodi with murderous intent.

The big guy could only force a smile and offer everyone soft drinks.

By the time the area was cleaned up, it was already 7 p.m. The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the campus in an orange-red hue, and students left in twos and threes.

"I have to go to the club as a sparring partner tomorrow..." Cheng Yuan sighed, looking at the little dog beast sleeping soundly in his arms. "I'll have to treat you well tonight!"

On Cheng Yuan's way home, there was a shop called "Digital Home". These shops were found in every neighborhood, mainly providing services such as Digimon grooming, massage, and hair trimming. They were Digimon-related peripheral service industries, similar to pet grooming shops in his previous life.

The little dog had rolled around in the dirt several times today, covered in mud and sand, with a few pieces of the Kangzhao Earth Pangolin scales stuck in its fur, as well as some engine oil that had gotten on the Gear Beast. It looked just like a little gray dog ​​and definitely needed a good grooming.

"Come on, let me take you to have some fun." Cheng Yuan gently pinched the little dog's ears, and the little guy barked excitedly.

Right at the entrance of the alley next to the shop, a tall, thin young man wearing a black baseball cap stood quietly in the shadows where the streetlights couldn't reach.

His face was so pale he looked like a ghost, and his tracksuit, zipped up to his chin, covered him completely.

Passersby seemed not to see him and walked right past him.

"Soon..." the young man muttered to himself, his voice like rusty gears grinding against each other. He had learned from Devimon that the Digimon with the same dark energy would pass by here every day with its tamer. He only needed to wait quietly here.

Suddenly, a commotion arose from the depths of the alley, where several people were gathered together.

"Miss Zhu, when will you pay back the money you owe my brother?" A man with tattooed arms crossed his arms and spoke in an unfriendly tone.

Another short, stocky man blocked their escape route.

Zhu Caiwei remained silent. She owed the other party 200,000 yuan, and it was only right to pay back debts.

"I don't have that much right now, but please believe me, I'll be able to pay it back soon." Zhu Caiwei's voice was calm, but her fingertips were trembling slightly.

Zhu Caiwei, the owner of Digital Home, was surrounded by the two people.

Zhu Caiwei is the manager of "Digital Home". She spent all her savings and incurred debts to buy a Digimon machine and a Digimon egg.

Without government subsidies, even a regular, affordable Digivice would cost over 20 yuan to buy a Digivice and Digimon. Digimon eggs are about the same price, making them unaffordable for most people.

In addition, with the average market price of Digimon Eggs approaching 20, without government subsidies, it would cost an average person about 40 to own their own Digimon.

Just then, the back door of the digital store creaked open. A little girl with a schoolbag skipped out, shouting, "Sister, I've finished my homework! When are we going home?"

The two men looked at the girl behind Zhu Caiwei.

The little girl was about seven or eight years old, and her delicate, pretty face was very cute.

"The little girl is quite cute, is she your sister?"

The tattooed man reached out to touch her head, but Zhu Caiwei stopped him.

"Don't touch my sister!" Her voice suddenly turned cold.

The young man in the baseball cap, standing not far away, watched this scene with great interest.

In his eyes, the ugliness of human nature was the most beautiful scenery—violence, greed, despair… these were the fertile ground for the growth of dark forces. He could almost foresee what would happen next: the two poor sisters would be bullied, trampled, and humiliated by two villains…

"This has nothing to do with my sister, so don't touch her," Zhu Caiwei threatened them coldly.

"Now you know fear?" The tattooed man approached menacingly.

Another short, stocky man chimed in menacingly, "That's right, if you don't pay back the money, we'll erase all of your sister's homework!"

Zhu Caiwei was taken aback: "???"

The man in the baseball cap: "???"

...What the hell?

At this moment, the man in the baseball cap was distracted when he heard this, and did not notice that Cheng Yuan had already walked across the street and turned into the Digital Home.

"Two idiots!" Another scarred man emerged from the depths of the alley. He stepped forward and gave his two henchmen a good whack on the head.

"That Qi Tou is utterly useless; he can't even collect debts properly."

The scarred man cursed angrily, then turned to Zhu Caiwei with a ferocious smile: "Pretty girl, it's 300,000 in total. I want to see 100,000 every month. Your digital store must have a monthly turnover of at least 150,000, right?" the man said without room for argument.

"I only borrowed 20, and we agreed to pay back 22. Where did this 30 come from!"

"Never been in the business before? Don't you know you can borrow money without charging interest? Three hundred thousand in total, principal and interest, that's all!"

He lifted Zhu Caiwei's chin, revealing a malicious smile: "If you really can't pay it back... since you're not bad looking, spending a few nights with your older brother might be enough to waive half the interest."

"Let go of my sister!" The little girl bravely stood in front of him. Just as Scarface was about to make a move, four vines suddenly shot out from the warehouse, freeing Scarface's hand and pulling the little girl back.

"Who goes there!" the scarred man with four red marks on the back of his hand shouted angrily.

A Baloo emerged from the warehouse, eyeing the three thugs warily.

Hmph, so this is the Digimon that made you in debt? You think you're the one with a Digimon!

……

Meanwhile, Cheng Yuan brought his little dog beast along, wanting to give it a good grooming at the Digital House. He'd passed by every day before but never stopped to check on it. Today, after defeating nine opponents single-handedly, the little dog beast was a complete mess, so he brought it to the Digital House for a bath, grooming, and a massage—a proper reward for it.

Cheng Yuan carried the little dog beast into the Digital Home. The front desk was empty, with only a "Closed" sign hanging crookedly.

"Boss? Boss? Is anyone home?" Seeing no one at the front desk, the ever-familiar man cautiously peeked inside, found his way to the back door of the warehouse, heard some commotion, and continued forward. He then witnessed the scarred man threatening and harassing Zhu Caiwei, while Balmon was being pinned against the wall by two pink Squeakmon.

"Hiss—" Cheng Yuan gasped, "It looks like gangsters are collecting debts..."

...wouldn't it be better to slip away first?

But the little dogmon, who carries the genes of Angewomon Mother in its bones, has already lost its temper.

The little guy leaped out of his arms, and two Holy Light Bullets blasted the Squeakmon away. Palmon stood up and gave Puppymon a grateful look.

"Woof! Bad guy!" The little dog stood in front of the woman.

"Oh, someone's meddling again... Is that little dog... a Digimon?"

"Oh dear, don't be impulsive... at least you should assess the situation first, hey..." Cheng Yuan lamented, but the little beast was already standing in front, so there was no reason for the beast tamer to hide behind.

"Sigh, fine, I'll go crazy with you this once." Cheng Yuan rolled up his sleeves and walked out of the warehouse.

"Kid?" The scarred man immediately spotted Cheng Yuan, who had followed the little dog beast out. "Who are you? Trying to be a beam-setter? Believe me, I'll make sure you never leave this alley!"

At that moment, the young man in the baseball cap who had remained unnoticed at the alley entrance saw Cheng Yuan suddenly appear and widened his bloodshot eyes: "Hehehe, I've finally found you..."

The scarred man understood; Cheng Yuan was a beast tamer. He sneered, "Hmph, don't think you're the only one with Digimon. Take out my stuff, and I'll give you a real shock."

As it spoke, accompanied by a nauseating, slimy sound, a slimy Digimon crawled out from around the corner. With each step it took, it left a puddle of viscous liquid on the ground, emitting a disgusting stench.

Its green body, dead fish eyes like light bulbs, and disgusting green tumors covering its entire body clearly indicate that it is a low-quality Digimon that evolved by indiscriminately eating data.