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

"Oh no! It's awake!" Cheng Yuan frantically manipulated the joystick, and the Silver Horned Beast's massive body swayed and staggered like a drunken giant.

The entire cockpit shook violently, and Cheng Yuan felt as if he had been stuffed into a washing machine.

"This damn joystick is harder to control than an old-fashioned game console!" Cold sweat beaded on Cheng Yuan's forehead, his fingers turning white from gripping it so tightly. "The sensitivity is ridiculously high!"

"Woof! Cheng Yuan, watch out!" The little beast floated up and grabbed Cheng Yuan's collar with all four paws.

Cheng Yuan gritted his teeth and suddenly turned the joystick to the left—

"Boom!" The silver-horned beast staggered, its massive body crashing into a nearby hill, sending rocks flying. This attack left its once-shining silver armor covered in scratches.

"You bad guys, come out here..." The silver-horned beast's voice suddenly trembled with tears, like a child whose candy had been stolen, "I... I won't fight you anymore... Come out..."

Cheng Yuan raised an eyebrow: "Oh, so you're still a big kid who cries all the time?"

Cheng Yuan narrowed his eyes. The little dog looked at him, guessing he was probably up to something mischievous again...

"Little Silver Horn, don't cry. Tell your brother why you had to fight those naughty monkeys."

"Because...because Sister Golden Horn loves drinking the most..." the Silver Horned Beast sobbed, "Brewing wine with these monkeys has a fruity flavor and can also increase data volume..."

Cheng Yuan suddenly realized, "No wonder he was carrying such a big gourd!" He deliberately used a fierce tone to say, "That's all? I know more than that!"

The silver-horned beast fell silent.

Cheng Yuan grinned mischievously and pushed the joystick: "Not telling the truth, huh? Watch me show you the most dazzling ethnic style!"

The silver-horned beast's massive body suddenly began to writhe, its movements comically resembling those of a clumsy old woman.

The onlookers outside stared in disbelief at the scene—the majestic Silver Horned Beast was actually doing a square dance?

"I'll talk, I'll talk!" The silver-horned beast finally broke down.

"Tell me honestly, why did you capture those cubs?" Cheng Yuan's voice suddenly turned stern, and his fingers unconsciously increased the pressure on the joystick.

The silver-horned beast's massive body visibly shrank back. "B-because..." it stammered, "The shaman beast said that without cubs, the wild beasts will become fewer and fewer..."

Cheng Yuan astutely noticed the key point: "So you're using the baby monkeys as a bargaining chip?"

"Hmm..." The silver-horned beast's voice trailed off, "The shaman beast said that two mischievous monkey cubs can be traded for one wild beast cub..."

Cheng Yuan's pupils contracted slightly as a terrifying thought flashed through his mind—could the shaman beast be using some method to "transform" the wretched monkey cub into a wild man beast? He continued to ask a few more detailed questions, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

Meanwhile, the people outside were experiencing a rollercoaster of emotions.

The silver-horned beast's massive body convulsed violently at times and remained eerily still at others, its metallic maw opening and closing incessantly, resembling a dilapidated robotic doll.

"What on earth is the class representative doing in there...?" Kang Zhao scratched his head, and the pangolin followed its master's actions.

Zhao Lu pushed up her slipped glasses: "Looks like a negotiation?"

Only when the silver-horned beast suddenly quieted down, as if listening intently to something, did everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

"Did it work?" Wenrou asked softly.

Just then, Cheng Yuan's voice suddenly rang out from Zhao Lu's Digivice: "Zhao Lu, ask Sepimon for me why the wine brewed with Mammoth has a fruity flavor?"

A moment later, the aged voice of Sepikmon came: "Peemon has been consuming Digimon for a long time—which are actually the fruits of some kind of Digimon tree. Their bodies accumulate the data essence of the fruits, which is why the wine they brew has a special fruity aroma."

"I see!" Cheng Yuan's eyes lit up, a sly smile playing on his lips. He closed the call and suddenly switched to a friendly, neighborly tone:

"Little Silver Horn~" The gentle tone made the little dog's fur stand on end. "If your brother could help you brew even better monkey wine, wouldn't your sister be even happier?"

"R-Really?" The silver-horned beast's voice immediately filled with anticipation.

"Of course!" Cheng Yuan declared confidently, "I, Cheng Yuan, am a class leader, I never lie to kids!"

The little dog silently covered its eyes with its ears, feeling that its tamer looked like a little devil wagging its tail.

"You don't believe me?" Cheng Yuan raised an eyebrow. "How about we make a bet? If I can brew an even more fragrant monkey wine, you'll have to do whatever I say today. If I can't, I'll come out of your belly right now. Do you dare?"

The silver-horned beast's massive body visibly stiffened for a moment. Although it was as imposing as a mountain, its mind was like that of a playful child. Provoked by Cheng Yuan, it immediately became interested: "Okay, okay!" it agreed in a muffled voice, its anticipation barely concealed.

"Then let your savage underlings retreat first," Cheng Yuan said, seizing the opportunity to make a request.

The silver-horned beast hesitated noticeably, its thick fingers fidgeting nervously: "But my sister said..."

Cheng Yuan immediately raised his voice: "Disobedient? Then I'll control you to kill them all!" As he spoke, he deliberately pushed the joystick, causing the silver-horned beast's arm to rise uncontrollably.

"No!" the silver-horned beast cried out in panic, "I... I'll make them retreat right away!"

With a deafening roar, the savage beasts exchanged bewildered glances, but obediently began to retreat from the battlefield. The mischievous monkeys peeked out from the treetops, watching this scene in disbelief.

"Well done!" Cheng Yuan took out a green fruit from his backpack—a Digimon gifted by the mischievous monkey beast from the Hanu tribe. "Little Puppymon, it's your turn!"

The little dog, carrying a green fruit in its mouth, nimbly slipped out through the crack in the hatch. It trotted along the broad shoulders of the silver-horned beast until it reached the enormous gourd. The gourd's opening was larger than the little dog's entire body; with a forceful bite, the gourd stopper fell off.

"Splash!" The green fruit fell into the wine.

Almost instantly, an intoxicating fruity aroma wafted from the gourd, several times stronger than before.

"Wow!" The silver-horned beast sniffed, its voice filled with surprise. "Yes, that's the scent!"

Cheng Yuan pressed his advantage: "How about it? Cooperate with me, and I guarantee your sister will drink even better wine, and she'll never have to catch those annoying monkeys again!"

The silver-horned beast hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded: "Okay!"

"Woof!" The little beast nimbly jumped back into the cockpit, its tiny paws deftly slamming the hatch shut. It shook its fur, giving off a look of disgust as it shook off the smell of alcohol.

Just as everyone was discussing this, the silver-horned beast suddenly fell silent again, standing still like a giant statue. The wild beasts had almost all retreated, but Cheng Yuan's side remained silent.

"Should we ask about the situation?" Zhao Lu suggested.

Wang Lin nodded and turned on the T-Rex machine: "Cheng Yuan, report the situation."

Cheng Yuan's voice came from the Digimon: "Instructor, everything's fine on my end."

Cheng Yuan paused for a moment, then said, "Next, I will attack in my Silver Horned Beast form!"