Full-Time Magister: Summoning Agumon at the Start

One hundred and thirty kilometers away from the ancient capital, atop a majestic and steep mountain peak, a figure clad entirely in fiery red armor burst forth from the depths of the forest, followed immediately by Garurumon.

He unleashed a demonic fox flame at the figure in front of him, who was enveloped in fiery red armor.

The fiery red figure slammed its legs against the ground, transforming into a sharp arrow that shot forward rapidly, successfully dodging Garurumon's attack.

Before the fiery red figure could even relax, BlackGatomon and Gatomon sprang out from the left and right sides respectively, delivering a Meow Punch to the figure.

The fiery red figure was not to be outdone, raising its fists to meet the punches of BlackGatomon and Gatomon.

With a loud "bang," the fiery red figure, along with Black Gatomon and Gatomon, retreated.

Just as Garurumon was preparing to launch another attack, a phone rang suddenly from the fiery red figure. The figure immediately reached out his left hand and pressed down. Garurumon, Gatomon, and BlackGatomon immediately stopped their attack. At the same time, a red light flashed on the fiery red figure, and his size shrank instantly, revealing Lin Chen's figure.

Lin Chen took his phone out of his pocket and glanced at the caller ID. It was Dean Xiao who had called him.

"Dean, what's the matter?" Lin Chen swiped to answer the call and asked.

"You've been on Mount Hua for almost half a year now. How's your training going? The National Team's training is about to begin. Hurry up and come down from the mountain to the capital to join the National Team. Don't delay." Dean Xiao's voice came from the phone.

"It's about to start, I'll go down the mountain right away, it won't be a delay!" Lin Chen replied.

Dean Xiao received an affirmative reply from Lin Chen, chatted with Lin Chen briefly, and then hung up the phone.

After the call ended, Lin Chen sat cross-legged on the grass, gazing at the distant, undulating mountain range, and began to recall his cultivation life over the past six months.

In the past six months, Lin Chen has been able to draw the constellations of necromancy. Although he can't draw a star map of the necromancy system in the instant, the drawing speed is still very fast and will not affect his combat rhythm.

As for Patamon, Greymon, and Groudon, they are still too exhausted to wake up from their slumber.

The figure wearing fiery red armor just now was Lin Chen's new ability—Digital Fusion—given by the system after he broke through to the high-level mage level.

As the name suggests, Lin Chen, who has acquired the ability of digital fusion, can evolve into a Digimon through the Warrior's Soul Armor, possessing the power of a Digimon and being able to fight on the front lines of battle.

According to the system's prompts, after Lin Chen becomes a high-level mage, the system will provide him with a humanoid warrior's soul for each advancement. As for beast-type warrior's souls, Lin Chen will need to search for them all over the world, just like he did for fire beast-type warrior's souls.

The system is now providing Lin Chen with the Soul of the Fire Humanoid Warrior, while the figure from before was a Fire God Beast that evolved from the fusion of the Soul of the Fire Humanoid Warrior.

Lin Chen checked the specific attributes of the Fire God Beast after its first fusion evolution.

【Name: Vulcan】

[Type: Demon]

[Level: Mature]

[Strength: Lesser Commander Level]

[Special Moves: Fire Dragon Blazing Fist, Fire Dragon Flying Kick]

After pondering for a while and sorting out all his gains, Lin Chen recalled Gatomon and BlackGatomon into his Digital Space, then leaped onto Garurumon's back and shouted, "Let's go down the mountain!"

Perhaps it was fate that Lin Chen and Mo Fan met. When Lin Chen arrived in the capital, Mo Fan also flew from Hangzhou to the capital's international airport. The two met by chance and then traveled together to the designated meeting point.

Upon arriving at the location, Lin Chen and Mo Fan immediately saw five elderly mages with dark faces at the entrance of the competition arena.

After learning Lin Chen's name, the five mages merely muttered a few symbolic words before letting him in, while Mo Fan was stopped.

"He is Lin Chen, so you must be Mo Fan's replacement." One of the short, fat, and pot-bellied instructors glared at Mo Fan and said in an extremely unfriendly manner.

"I am Mo Fan, how did I become a substitute?" Mo Fan was stunned for a moment and looked at Dean Song He, the only person he knew.

Before Dean Songhe could speak, Instructor Fengli, whose forehead had some tiger-stripes, coldly said, "You, who got in through connections, are already quite lucky to have a substitute position."

"Mo Fan, you didn't participate in the final selection. Even though you had a nomination and votes, you're still not a formal member," Dean Songhe explained.

"So what if I'm a substitute?" Mo Fan shrugged indifferently and said.

This greatly displeased Instructor Feng Li, who angrily rebuked him, "Hurry up and go inside!"

Mo Fan frowned, said nothing, and walked directly towards the gate. He saw Lin Chen standing not far from the entrance, looking at him with a smile.

"We were both late, so why do you only give me a few words and then block me at the door?" Mo Fan looked at Lin Chen and became increasingly annoyed. Then, as if remembering something, he asked, "Are you a regular or a substitute?"

"It's official," Lin Chen replied.

"You participated in the final selection?" Mo Fan asked, somewhat puzzled. Although they weren't together, he remembered that Lin Chen had always stayed on Mount Hua.

"No," Lin Chen asked, looking completely bewildered. "What's the final selection process? Wasn't it supposed to be pre-selected?"

"Damn it, there's something fishy going on! I'm going to report this!" Mo Fan got angrier and angrier, shouting and cursing.

"I guess it's because I'm handsome," Lin Chen said.

"You're handsome?!" Mo Fan stared wide-eyed at Lin Chen and said, "I'm not as handsome as you!"

Although Mo Fan and Lin Chen are good brothers, when it comes to looks, even brothers can't compete; they have to see who's better.

The five instructors who came from behind saw Lin Chen and Mo Fan standing near the entrance but did not go in.

He said irritably, "Hurry up and go in. You're wasting everyone's time."

Not long after entering the arena, Lin Chen and Mo Fanchao saw a familiar face, which was none other than Zhao Manyan.

"I was wondering why you two didn't make it into the National Team. Turns out you were late. That's very Mo Fan-like of you." Zhao Manyan smoothed his flowing golden hair and said.

"Why do you say this behavior is so Mo Fan's, and not so Lin Chen's!" Mo Fan said, somewhat displeased.

"Because in my memory, you're late more often!" Zhao Manyan replied.

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Mo Fan was speechless.

"You're not bad either; you actually managed to get a spot on the National Team," Lin Chen said.

Mo Fan suddenly approached Zhao Manyan and said, "By the way, you're here early. Do you remember our agreement?"

"Of course I remember. There were a few beauties in the team this time, but two of them were the most difficult to deal with," Zhao Manyan said.

Listening to their ambiguous conversation, Lin Chen quickly realized what they were up to.

At that moment, a voice rang out behind Lin Chen and the others.

"Who are you saying is difficult to deal with?"