World Tree Host's Wandering Digital Project

Klein pulled out the 'Shiratori Maru' and swung it twice.

"No matter how you look at it, you're just a wanderer."

Kirito rolled his eyes and pointed at Klein.

"It's only in the mature stage now, I'll definitely be able to reach the Ultimate Form! Don't underestimate me, bastard!"

Klein grabbed Kirito's neck and threatened him fiercely.

"Hi, Klein."

The two of them were joking around for a while, and Klein gave a hint.

"Ah, the pizza I ordered has arrived. I need to log off. Although I feel full in the game, I haven't eaten yet in reality. When can I get a game cabin so that I don't have to log on and off again?"

"Goodbye then. I should log off now. The game cabin shouldn't be that difficult. I don't know why it hasn't been launched yet."

In reality, Kirito took off his helmet and Suguha had already prepared dinner outside. The two of them sometimes played games together, and their relationship had eased a lot.

"Suguha, do you know the two-sword style?"

"I know a little, what's wrong?"

"I evolved a dual sword warrior, but I don't know how to operate it. I want to learn some dual sword techniques."

Suguha was stunned. When Kirito was a child, he refused to practice swordplay no matter what. The relationship between her and her brother gradually became distant from then on. Now he is actively asking to learn. It's really strange.

"Please help me check it out when I come online."

Kirito thought that Suguha was thinking, so he just let her see the real thing so that he could give her some advice.

"Ah."

Suguha pursed her lips and gave Kirito a smile.

Kirito and his friends were not the first to evolve to mature stage, but luckily they didn't delay for too long, as some information about their mature stage had already appeared online before them.

Various handsome characters have aroused a wave of enthusiasm among players. In addition, many players have reached the growth stage and are eager to evolve as soon as possible, which has led to a situation.

There are not enough growth-stage Digimon that can be defeated in the wild for so many players. There is no way that the growth-stage Digimon that come to [Aincrad] are enough for the current tens of millions of players to defeat. There is no need for the console to waste a lot of resources to give birth to those tool Digimon. The gap is too big.

Waiting for natural growth is too slow. Casual players can still tolerate it, but most players can't stand the turtle-like upgrade speed, which is not as fast as directly absorbing data.

So many players started to attack other players in the wild. In fact, there were guys attacking players from the beginning, but their numbers were relatively small when there were enough wild monsters, and it was not common.

Even if someone is killed, they can only blame themselves for their bad luck. If they are angry, they can of course ask their friends to kill them back.

This game doesn't have any red name restrictions for malicious attacks on players.

When there are not enough wild monsters, some people will naturally choose to attack players to absorb their data.

When someone posted the test results and videos of obtaining equal amounts of data by killing players and wild monsters online, the gaming environment began to rapidly slide from PVE to PVP.

It is true that a few Gu Kings were raised, but this game is not a real death game. When too many players are killed, they will naturally gather together to seek revenge.

In this situation, of course the various guilds took great advantage, going out in groups to level up and avoid being killed.

"Hahaha, go to hell!"

A Devimon swung its giant claws and tore a Garurumon in two.

"Ah!"

The immense pain caused the high-level player who was leveling up with the newbie to scream. Several players who were fleeing behind him trembled in pain. The scene, which was more exciting than a horror movie, made it impossible for them to run.

The screams stopped abruptly, and the Garurumon player was forcibly disconnected after he died completely. After his memory became blurred, he was reincarnated again.

“This game really suits my taste.”

Vassago Casals, game name [POH], has been fighting with players since he evolved into the adult stage of Gazhimon, and it has become even more serious after he evolved into Devimon.

His bad reputation almost made him get killed by glares when he went to the town to buy supplies. Unfortunately, the town couldn't do anything, otherwise Vashak would definitely be beaten to death. Every time he left the town, he had to deal with a group of players following him first.

Because of the low price of the game helmet, Vashak, who was doing nothing in Neon, decided to give the game a try. The fact that the game introduction allowed him to become a demon attracted him.

His miserable childhood made him hate this society and humans, especially the Japanese. Isn't this game called "completely virtual"? If you can't do evil things in reality, it's good to try it in the game.

When he entered the game and turned into a Gazhimon, he killed the first Gazhimon of his own kind. The smell of blood and the begging for mercy made him believe the game company's propaganda and fall in love with the game.

At first, he was still killing NPCs, but after knowing that many players had maximized the realism, he began to select those players to fight.

The screams and pleas for mercy during the battle made him feel very good. After all, the players were not just a bunch of data, and the feeling of killing them was different. Although he sometimes doubted those NPCs, it was a trivial matter. It was just that they killed the wrong ones sometimes. The blood and screams were the same.

The feeling of taking a life in the game is exactly the same as in real life, and there are no police or laws to enforce it.

There are not many players like Vashago who can maintain the berserker style even when his realism is at full. Ordinary players are no match for Vashago at all, and there are few mature Digimon at the bottom level. Vashago just fought his way to the mature stage and, as expected, became Devimon.

Vassago had accumulated enough experience at that time, so he just clicked to confirm. To him, all Digimon were the same, as long as they didn't hinder him from killing people.

However, he was still stunned by his own identity on the panel, and then he burst into laughter wildly.

"Devmon...Devmon! How wonderful! How lucky!"

For Vassago, who was given the name "Prince of Hell, Vassago" by his mother because of her disgust, becoming a real devil in the game is undoubtedly his luck, or it can be said that it is God's mockery of him.

He spent all day in the game, and became famous for killing people in the game. A club came to him and wanted to recruit him as a professional player.

Vashak immediately quit the gang and returned to his homeland to join the club. Someone was supporting him to play his favorite game. Isn't this pie in the sky? And he doesn't have to worry about the police coming to his door all day long.

This club provided Vashak with intelligence and logistical support in the game to avoid the gathering of revenge players, and used Vashak as its signboard, which indeed attracted a large number of rebellious young people.

The evaluation of him online began to change, with ordinary players accusing him of destroying the gaming environment, high-level players objectively evaluating his good skills, and fans fanatically worshipping him, making his popularity higher and higher.

In order to motivate Vashak, the boss called Vashak to the office that day.

"What's up?"

"Do you think you are strong in the game?"

Vashak sensed something was wrong with his boss' tone, and touched the pistol in his pocket with his hands behind his back.

Seeing that Vashak remained silent, the boss continued.

"This game is not easy. Keep getting stronger. If you are strong enough, you may be able to enter the sight of higher-ups."

"Higher up?"

“Even the president has to look at you differently.”

The boss is just talking nonsense. This club has been acquired by chaebols, so you can say it is a regular army. Although he doesn't know why the high and mighty masters acquired the gaming club, judging from the importance they attach to it, if Vashak can reach the top of the world, maybe the boss's boss will value Vashak.

This gave Vashak some different thoughts. The other party must know some inside information. So the most important thing for him right now was to play games.

At this time, the game's combat environment changed and began to shift towards PVP, which further increased Vashak's fame. Vashak was also happy to see the wild become a truly dangerous environment.

Until late at night, a prompt popped up in front of Vashak.

"The next update is coming, and the server maintenance will last for a week?"

Vashak curled his lips. He was enjoying the kill. There were novice players everywhere in the wild. It was really annoying to ask him to abstain from sex for such a long time.

But he had no choice. The game company was the boss and it would take as long as they said.

Vassago quit the game with a sour face and woke up on the luxurious big bed.

Now that he has become a professional gamer, he has no shortage of money, and the studio treats him as a cash cow.

After going to the bathroom to wash his face, Vashak looked at the photo next to the mirror. It was a photo of his biological father's family who abandoned him.

The mother who stayed in the slums of America died long ago, but this guy is still alive and well in Neon and America, enjoying a happy life with his family.

This is an investigation done by private detectives hired by Vashak after he became rich. For the sake of money, these guys don't care what their employers do.

Because Vashak was "forced" to donate a kidney at that time, it was easy to find their family by following this clue.

In the past, I had no choice but to swallow my hatred and escape to Japan because my life was in danger. Now I have to make that guy pay the price.

Vashak looked deeply at the happy family of three in the photo, especially the little girl and the man who were smiling particularly brightly.

Regarding this update, the official website explained that many new systems will be introduced and the first alternate world copy will be released.

This has made players look forward to it and they are discussing it hotly on the Internet.

Proxima Centauri was explaining to the heads of state.

"Yes, it is a real different world."

Everyone's eyes widened at Proxima Centauri's casual words on the screen.

"So...what can we do?"

"It's up to you. It doesn't matter what you do. We have never been exposed to that other world."

The leaders heard the voice-over. If they were not allies of the Digital World, what would these Digimon do? Like Proximamon, or some other way?

They suddenly thought of the game and the players. Those Digimon characters might be real Digimon, and what would the players do if they were not told that they were in the real world? The scene of Digimon like killing weapons doing whatever they wanted in human society with the power in their hands made them shudder, and it reminded them of themselves.

But then again, they don't know him, so maybe the Digital World will be blamed for this.

People have different thoughts. Anyone who has an organized group of player Digimon can participate. Peaceful contact, violent plunder... all of these require confirming the situation in that other world before a policy can be determined.

"So...when can we meet our former allies?"

After all, he was still envious of the technology of the world of Tiga, so a pawn was put forward after being signaled by the boss.

"We can when we're ready."

Proxima Centauri's words were nonsense, but the decision was in their hands, and humans could only endure it.

Proxima Centauri's notification ended and the light screen in front of it turned off.

At this time, Proxima Centauri is standing on the moon, and the host is preparing to upgrade [Aincrad] to a real digital world.

All the preliminary preparations have been made. The giant computer inside the moon is running frantically, with warning lights and explosions flashing.

"Bang

An inexplicable explosion sounded in the vacuum of the universe, and all the computers inside the moon exploded. The energy was condensed together to prevent the moon from being blown to pieces.

The final Millenniummon waiting on the outskirts of the world carefully led a small world towards the digital world. Compared with the main universe, this world was inconspicuously small.

This small world was pulled to the periphery of the Digital World. Instead of merging with it, it began to revolve around the Digital World.

"Papa, what is this?"

Norn lay on the crystal ball and pointed at the shadow of the floating city above the temple and said

"It's a mobile base, I guess."

The reckless player host doesn't want these people to harm their own world, but to harm other worlds and make some contributions to their own digital world.

There is also a phantom of [Aincrad] in the sky of the Digital World. It is very small and only some powerful Ultimate Forms can see it.

"Is that where the master distributes authority?"

Omegamon asked the rarely seen Alphamon.

"Well, that's a... mercenary base set up by the Lord? It's probably a place like that. The authority is used to assign missions to them."

"Mercenaries? Aren't we strong enough to fight?"

Omegamon stretched out the Tyrannosaurus Sword, and the runes on the silver-white sword flickered.

"You can't ask my vice-captain for everything, can you? The master can't bear to see too many Digimon under his command suffer casualties."

"Isn't it the same with those Digimon?"

Where is a Digimon that is not a Digimon? Omegamon is a little strange about what Alphamon said

"It's different. That digital world is very strange. The Digimon born there will retain their memories and reincarnate, but the price is that their strength will be weaker."

"That's really amazing, but if I had to choose, I would choose life, which I only have once."

"up to you."

Alphamon waved his hand and was about to leave, but suddenly stopped and looked back, only to find that his cloak was held by Omegamon.

"Deal with all the reports that have accumulated during this period before you leave."

"Hi hi hi."

Alphamon had no choice but to walk to the office under the supervision of Omegamon.

The guard at the door looked at his nose and pretended not to see it.

In the distance of the [Royal Base], a Wizardmon and a Witchmon were standing on the grassland, with Proximamon beside them.

"Is this Aincrad?"