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

It happened to be the weekend, and Cheng Yuan led his little dog into an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city. The rusty iron gate creaked shut behind them, and their feet crunched through years of dust and broken glass.

This factory used to be an electronic component processing plant, but now the production lines inside have long since ceased operation, leaving only mottled metal frames and dangling cables crisscrossing in the dimly lit space. Sunlight filters through the broken skylights, cutting spiderweb-like shadows across the ground, and the air is filled with the acrid smell of rust and burnt waste oil.

"Woof..." The little dog clung tightly to Cheng Yuan's collar, its ears twitching nervously.

"You're a Rookie Digimon now," Cheng Yuan ruffled the little guy's fluffy head, "Your combat power is stronger than an average adult, what are you afraid of?"

Cheng Yuan thought to himself, "The big guy was right. The little beast is growing too fast, it's a bit like forcing a seedling to grow too fast. Its basic abilities definitely need some work. Not only physical abilities, but even mental fortitude needs systematic training."

After surveying the terrain, Cheng Yuan discovered that the metal barrels left behind in the factory were ideal training targets.

There are also remaining concrete pillars and metal frames, which are perfect for training the little dog's agility and movement.

"Woof?" The little dog tilted its head.

Cheng Yuan pointed to the oil drums filled with water and said, "Use your extreme speed ramming skill to smash these oil drums with all your might."

The little dog stared wide-eyed at the rusty metal oil drum, as if to say, "Beastmaster, have some decency! This is iron!"

Seeing the little guy hesitate, Cheng Yuan took a deep breath and suddenly strode towards the nearest oil drum.

He clenched his fist, aiming it at the surface of the metal barrel covered in green rust—

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The dull thud startled the pigeons on the beam, and rust fell like dust. Cheng Yuan's knuckles quickly bled, but he deliberately spoke in a relaxed tone, "See? Humans can shake steel with their bare hands. You're a Digimon imbued with divine power!"

The little beast's tail suddenly straightened. It looked down at the golden rings flowing on its chest, then looked up at Cheng Yuan's bleeding knuckles, and let out a low "woof" sound.

"Woof!"

Yeah, if you're even less durable than a weak beast tamer, that would be too pathetic.

The oil drum groaned under its own weight, its surface dented, and rust crumbled away like rain. The little dog's forehead slammed into the oil drum, but it was bounced back half a step upon contact, staggering and falling into Cheng Yuan's arms.

"Does it hurt?" Cheng Yuan touched its trembling ears.

"Woof!" The little dog stubbornly shook its head and got into a charging stance again.

"boom!"

During the subsequent training, the factory floor echoed with the deafening roar of metal clashing. Each charge by the little beast deformed the metal barrels, some even breaking open and spilling years of stagnant water.

"Wait," Cheng Yuan called a halt to the training, "We're going to get to the difficult part now. Try to draw upon the power within the Sacred Ring and concentrate it on your forehead."

Seeing the little dog's confusion, Cheng Yuan explained, "Imagine that giant pangolin from yesterday is in front of you. Your high-speed charge should carry divine power with it. Don't rely on instinct; you need to guide that divine power and let it gather in front of your forehead."

After several attempts, a thin golden barrier finally appeared in front of the puppy's head.

"Now's the time! Charge!"

The little dog leaped with its hind legs, its snow-white figure transforming into a streak of light. The pale golden energy gradually thickened during the charge, eventually forming a small shield of light on its forehead.

"Boom!"

With a dull thud, an oil drum exploded, spraying water with a slightly rotten smell like rain. Cheng Yuan couldn't help but cover his nose.

"That's fantastic!" Cheng Yuan shouted excitedly. "That's it! Let's do it again!"

Although the little dog was already panting, it worked even harder after being encouraged.

At noon, the man and the beast lay exhausted on the metal barrel. A large number of animals lay sprawled around them, as if they had just survived a small storm.

"Our training this afternoon is Holy Light Bullet!" Cheng Yuan turned his head to look at the little dog beast.

"Woof..." The little dog barked weakly, its tail drooping, completely lacking its usual energy.

"Hang in there, partner." Cheng Yuan rubbed its little head. "After training, I'll buy you the latest chicken-flavored data cubes."

"Do you remember when I enhanced your light attribute, the light blast you spat out, imbued with divine power?"

"Although you can only spit out holy light eggs the size of quail eggs right now, if we continue to improve our light attribute and keep training, we might be able to develop some useful skills."

He drew several crosses on the metal frame of the factory, clearly intended as bullseyes.

"Let's improve the power and accuracy of the Holy Light Bullet."

The little dog let out a "woof" and looked pitifully at Cheng Yuan.

"Go ahead." Cheng Yuan forced himself to sit up. "I'll give you something strong."

After saying that, he recharged the little dog beast with 100 points of light attribute.

Wealth Points: 23040 (-10000)

[Element: Light 1320 (+100)]

The power of spending money!

The little dog instantly perked up, and its sacred ring emitted a dazzling light.

For the next hour, the playground echoed with continuous "pop" sounds. Initially, the little dog beast's holy light bullets were the size of quail eggs, but now they were the size of chicken eggs, and their power had increased considerably, transforming from a mere black scorch mark into something with the power of a slight explosion.

Moreover, although it used to miss six out of ten shots, under Cheng Yuan's patient guidance, its hit rate gradually increased to 80%.

Cheng Yuan struggled to his feet, walked over to the little dog, and fed it a sports drink.

The puppy beast has now entered its growth stage, and its digestive system has begun to materialize, allowing it to gradually begin to accept human food.

The training session ended at 6 p.m.

Cheng Yuan slumped onto the bench, his whole body aching. The little dog lay on his lap, too lazy to even wag its tail.

"Let's continue tomorrow. After the weekend, we'll train for two hours after school as well. If we stick to this pace for two weeks, we're sure to see a significant improvement!"

"Cheng Yuan... don't just talk the talk, woof!" The little dog beast rarely uttered a complete sentence.

It's still learning to speak, so it's inevitable that it will stumble a bit when it does.

"What are you talking about! As a beast tamer who uses his brain, my main training focus is on my brain. Who knows, maybe in the future I can even give you a 20% boost in combat power, believe it or not." Cheng Yuan said seriously.

"I believe you! I believe you're hiding something!" The little dog rolled its eyes.