Digital Hackers' Memories

Let alone that other dimension that is neither the digital world nor the real world, in Kyoko Murami's current state, simply logging into the EDEN space would be enough to shatter her spirit, which has no physical body to protect her.

"I know, but I have to see it for myself."

Her voice shifted back to a lazy, casual tone, and that's what the real Kyoko Kuroi said.

What exactly happened eight years ago?

What direction will this world take in the future?

"These are things I must know, and things that all of humanity must know."

Kyoko was grateful for Alphamon's protection, but she knew she couldn't hide under Alphamon's protection forever; sooner or later she would have to face everything alone.

"As expected, this is the Kyoko Kuroi I know."

After a brief silence, Alphamon's voice reappeared, causing Kyoko Kuroi in the real world to engage in self-talk as if she had a split personality.

"Do you regret spending eight years saving me?"

A lazy tone revealed a hint of a laugh, because Kyoko knew that if it weren't for the need to reorganize her mental data, Alphamon's abilities would likely have led her to the truth about the incident eight years ago.

"I don't regret it, because even if I hadn't saved you, I would never have known what the Sword Emperor Beast was doing in these eight years."

As if it hadn't noticed the probing in the other person's words, the ever-calm and rational Alphamon decisively rejected the other person's statement.

As one of only two Virus-type Royal Knights, Swordmon's power may not be outstanding, but its intelligence and caution are far superior to those of the other Royal Knights.

Based on Alphamon's understanding of it, unless the scheme has entered its final stage, even if Alphamon turned the human world upside down, it would still be impossible to know what the other party was planning.

"So, that's why I 'hate' you."

With a helpless sigh, Kyoko Mukai murmured something in a tone that was hard to decipher—whether it was happiness or regret.

"By the way, I should be asleep for about a week this time."

"During this time, you absolutely must not do anything strange with my body!"

"If I ever hear Takumi, Nokia, or Shin complaining to me about eating something weird again, you're dead!"

Alphamon blinked involuntarily, and after having completely taken control of its body, it was stunned for a moment before asking with considerable confusion.

"But according to my data, isn't that the 'coffee' that you humans love to drink the most?"

"Are you kidding me? I don't remember any 'coffee' glowing green!"

"Fine, whatever kind of monstrous drink you're planning to make, you absolutely are not allowed to touch my body, understand?"

After blinking once more, Alphamon, which was controlling Kyoko's body, nodded thoughtfully.

So, you just need to let others drink it?

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PS: Monthly pass 112/200, blade 163/200.

Chapter One: Butterfly

This world is full of stories of heroes.

They encounter various challenges, face powerful enemies, and work together with their companions to save the world from crisis.

However, these stories also have supporting characters, as well as people who never appear on screen.

After Keisuke reached a certain age, he began to realize that he was not the comic book hero he had imagined, but rather a background character who wasn't even a bit part.

Even so, Keisuke has his own belief—that one day he will become someone's hero!

However, before becoming a hero, Keisuke must obediently accept the "judgment" from within the Butterfly Organization, or more precisely, the "judgment" from a certain beloved member of the group.

Butterfly VIP Room, Internet Cafe, Ikebukuro Avenue, Tokyo.

"Do you know you're wrong?"

Holding "Little Meimei," Erika paced back and forth, scrutinizing Keisuke, who was kneeling on the ground, with a "judgmental" gaze.

"Xiao Meimei," also known as "pillow-type EDEN input device," is a special EDEN device developed specifically for girls, commonly known as a "keyboard."

As complementary equipment, there is also the doll "Toto" that Erika wears on her shoulder and the slippers "Jasmine" that she wears on her feet.

However, in Erika's hands, these specially made EDEN devices, in addition to their original function, would occasionally be used as instruments of torture to whip Keisuke.

Although it usually ends with Erika feeling sorry for her body pillows, she still uses them with great enthusiasm every time.

"I know I was wrong."

With his head drooping in frustration, Keisuke looked like a child who had done something wrong, obediently letting Erika walk back and forth in front of him with an air of authority.

Of course, to Ryuji and Chitose, who were eavesdropping outside at that moment, this "majesty" was quite comical.

"If you know you're wrong, why do you still do it?!"

Upon hearing Keisuke's apology, Erika immediately raised her voice, her face showing a look of disappointment and frustration.

"That's an entire black market worth of Digimon, and you actually bought them all?!"

As she said this, Erica pointed to the large screen behind her.

Behind the pop-up window that was reserved for Leomon and Wormmon, dozens of Digimon were trembling in fear, submerged in her tyranny.

Those were all baby and growth-stage Digimon that Keisuke bought from the Digimon black market dealers on a whim, and they had no fighting power whatsoever.

"Most importantly, you actually used the team's funds?!"

Faced with the aggressive Erika, Keisuke, knowing he was in the wrong, didn't dare to speak loudly, only muttering something under his breath.

"Because they entrusted me to rescue them from their cages..."

As a professional hacker group, Butterfly is a special organization that specializes in solving other people's network problems, and theoretically, they rarely refuse other people's requests.

However, the fact that Keisuke would accept requests from Digimon, especially those that clearly offer more "effort than reward," only shows that he genuinely wants to save these Digimon.

"You bastard... never mind!"

Finally, with Wormmon, Leomon, and many other Digimon behind her giving her the look of "it's finally over," Erika ended the trial.

"Anyway, the expenses you incurred this time will be deducted from the rewards you and Leomon will receive for future missions."

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"Hehe, what a stubborn but soft-hearted girl."

After confirming that the "trial" was over, Chitose, who had been hiding outside the door, immediately pulled up Ryuji and prepared to run outside.

Chisui didn't want that girl to discover their spying; interesting things like this had to happen often.

"you……"

In contrast, Erika's older brother, Ryuji Mishima, the leader of the Butterfly Organization, looked completely bewildered.

If Chitose hadn't dragged him here to eavesdrop, Ryuji wouldn't even know that Keisuke had bought an entire black market Digimon.

"Shh, ask your questions later!"

With a playful smile, Chitose gestured for Ryuji to remain silent for the time being and quickly led him out of the Butterfly Internet Cafe and onto the main street of Ikebukuro in Tokyo.

As one of Tokyo's busiest avenues, the constant flow of people on Jidai-do quickly obscured the two figures.

"That request, you passed it on to Keisuke, didn't you?"

After carefully observing the rather unserious Chitose, the composed Ryuji suddenly spoke up.

"Huh? Why do you say that?"

Raising her eyebrows slightly, Qian Sui stared at the other person with an expression that seemed to say, "Don't wrong me," as if trying to discern something from the other person's eyes.

"Kyu-soo is just a newcomer. All the tasks he takes on must go through the three of us beforehand."

“I’ve been working on a Zaxon commission these past two days, and Erica is clearly unaware of it, so you’re the only one left with the authority to ‘transfer’ the task.”

When he said this, Ryuji was already pretty sure of his guess.

"Oh dear, this is so boring. You guessed it so quickly."

Upon hearing this, Chisai shrugged in disappointment. He had thought that Ryuji wouldn't figure out so quickly that it was he who was causing trouble in secret.

"why?"

Ryuji, whose expression wasn't particularly serious but exuded a certain air of authority, asked in a low voice.

"Hmm, would you believe me if I said it was just out of pure interest?"

A slight smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. Qian Sui tilted her head and asked in a tone of interest.

"I don't believe you, so what exactly is your purpose?"

Faced with Ryuji's repeated questioning, Chisui finally put away her cynical expression and sighed in a tone that was hard to describe.

"There's been a problem with the Digimon Black Market, so we need to stock up on some 'backup' supplies in advance."

Although such a "truth" may be very cruel to those Digimon.

However, the reason why Chitose accepted their request and handed it over to Keisuke, who still possessed a sense of justice and compassion, was indeed for the power they might grow into in the future.

Is war coming?

Sensing the unspoken meaning behind Chitose's words, Ryuji's expression changed slightly, as if he had remembered something.

"Yes, war is coming."

Staring intently at Ryuji, whose expression was changing, Chitose continued in a meaningful tone.

"In order to prevent the coming war from tarnishing our 'light,' there are some things we must bear."

Seemingly startled by Chitose's words, Ryuji's expression changed from astonishment to anger.

"This is my responsibility, it has nothing to do with you!"

"No, as long as we are part of the Butterfly Clan, this war is all about us."

A rare gentle smile appeared on her face as Chitose recalled the scenes of how she met and got to know Ryuji, Erika, and even Keisuke, and her expression gradually became firm.

"You're not the only one willing to shoulder the burden."

"As Erika and Keisuke's 'second brother,' do you think I would stand idly by?"

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PS: Monthly pass 128/200, blade 177/200.

Chapter Two: The Otaku Fox? The Otaku/Fujoshi Fox?

In 20XX, on a flight from China to Japan, a slightly short boy of sixteen or seventeen was sitting alone by the window, idly gazing at everything outside.

Even in this era, the speed of airplanes hasn't increased much!

Looking at the clouds flying by outside the window, Chen Ze felt that the excitement of his first time flying had been overshadowed by this boring calm.

In this future society, which is decades ahead of its predecessor, the speed of large flights has not increased significantly and still takes four or five hours.

Perhaps the only progress on airplanes compared to the early 21st century is that various electronic devices are now permitted.

Especially on this flight to Tokyo, Japan, there was the EDEN external connection device that Chen Ze had been dreaming of, and it was even the genuine kind that could connect to the internet.

"The speed of the plane?"

Just as Chen Ze was lost in his own thoughts, a childlike voice suddenly came from the earphones he was wearing.

At the same time, the miniature camera hanging in front of Chen Ze's collar automatically opened its camera cover, activating the built-in camera and network function, becoming "someone's" eyes.

"you're awake?"

Intentionally lowering his voice, Chen Ze listened to the little fox beast's voice in his ear, and his mood suddenly became less bored.

It's worth noting that ever since Renamon regressed into Little Foxmon, it has had to spend a lot of time resting and sleeping every day, seemingly intending to spend its infancy in this way.

In the words of the little foxmon herself, although this place is not as good as the founding village of the Digital World, it is still very suitable for spending this not-so-long childhood.

After all, Little Foxmon isn't a true baby Digimon, so it doesn't need an overly comfortable environment. A proper sense of crisis can actually help it grow better.

In fact, this is also why the little foxmon did not choose to evolve immediately, because she was unsure whether she could evolve into a baby foxmon again.

"Yes, I'm awake. It's just that the place is a bit small."

The little fox-like creature, its voice filled with obvious languor, spoke these words from within the small memory of the camera.

"It's a good thing you're still a child, otherwise there really wouldn't be a way to hide in such a small space of less than 10GB."

Although Chen Ze had tried his best to choose high-end miniature cameras, due to his financial constraints, a dedicated memory card with more than 10GB of free space was already his limit.