Chapter 303

BelialVamdemon, Dirumon seems to really like this form: "Every time I evolve into other forms, my thinking is more or less influenced by the evolved form, but this one doesn't seem to have much influence, except I rather like wiping the twin guns in my hands, it's practically the same as Dirumon's state. Abu, accompany me in adapting to this form."

Broly agreed, and accompanied Dirumon in adapting to the BelialVamdemon form, but the actual situation was simply becoming BelialVamdemon's gunnery target; her pair of twin guns named Renkon could fire dragonfly bullets that could curve and track.

Getting hit produces an increasingly painful sensation, seemingly with a defense-weakening effect; if the one taking the bullets weren't Broly, a single shot could probably solve a Perfect-level, the power having increased substantially.

And besides gun technique attacks, BelialVamdemon also has quite good body technique ability; her bountiful body was thought to be somewhat clumsy, but the actual situation is like a flexible feline animal.

Just don't know why, when the grappling goes on to the end, it turns into him being held in her arms, having his ears and tail stroked.

Perhaps this has to do with when BelialVamdemon was Dirumon, she was often stroked on the ears and tail like this by him.

Broly doesn't dislike being treated this way either, especially when BelialVamdemon does it, it can effectively raise the Happiness Value on his body.

"Not there yet?"

This time the traversal through the Time-Space Tunnel took a bit long; just in perceived time, five days had already passed.

"I made a major correction on the spacetime frequency, but it may have been over-corrected, resulting in a longer spacetime jump."

This is Moleculemon's explanation, and as for when they would be able to land, it wasn't too clear on that either.

"You guy, wouldn't it be that you got a bargain twice, and are now intentionally transmigrating to the wrong world?"

Piccolomon had some doubts.

"How could that be, I also want to quickly help Gluttonymon the King, go to the Real World to find Vamdemon, and get back Dirumon's Crest of Light."

Moleculemon decisively vetoed this kind of thing, but how much authenticity these words have is unknown.

Fortunately, the Stay Duration on the Crystal Palace Panel also lost three days; when Broly was once again grabbed in BelialVamdemon's arms having his tail rubbed, the Spaceship Fortress finally landed, appearing in the high altitude above a grassy plain.

No need to ask this time; looking out the window, seeing herds of Monochromon and Triceramon running on the plain, one can know this isn't the Real World, but the Digital World.

"With this constant traversing through spacetime, we wouldn't have returned to the original Digital World again, would we?"

BelialVamdemon, holding Broly like a doll, standing by the window seeing the active Digimon herds on the grassy plain below, couldn't help but ask.

"Not the original Digital World, this much I can confirm; this world's data concentration, compared to our world's data concentration, is much higher; this is a brand new Digital World."

After arriving at the New World, Moleculemon got busy again; it was as if it had long been prepared, manipulating various environmental detection instruments.

"So, when will we be able to reach the Real World, hmm, I mean the Real World we want to go to?"

Broly asked; he was held by BelialVamdemon and sat down, BelialVamdemon transferred part of her weight onto him, using his head as a cushion, just like how sometimes Broly would also treat Dirumon's body as a pillow.

"The next world for sure, but anyway, since we've come, we might as well first look at this world's situation."

Moleculemon proposed.

"Anyway the Time-Space Gate's charging also needs time."

Words having been said to this point, there was no other choice, only to make the best of it since we're here.

The Spaceship Fortress recuperated in this world.

"Speaking of which, this world really is peaceful."

After landing and making contact with the local Digimon, discovering the Digimon of this world all have very peaceful dispositions, Piccolomon let out a sigh.

"That's natural, because this world has the World Tree and Royal Knights' protection, every Digimon can live peacefully in this world."

Serving some drinks to the guests from the sky, Babamon said with some pride; not a single Digimon would think this kind of world is bad.

"Eh, World Tree?"

Piccolomon was somewhat surprised.

"Has your world never encountered a collision with the Real World?"

It asked.

"Real World, what is that?"

The old-grandmother-looking Babamon was somewhat puzzled.

And under further questioning, Piccolomon obtained a piece of information.

That is, the Digimon of this world have zero cognition of the Real World.

Perhaps there is a Real World, but it has never appeared, a crisis situation of the Digital World and Real World overlapping and colliding with each other.

"Really nice, if there were no world-overlap events, perhaps our world would also be like this world, peaceful and serene."

Piccolomon genuinely envied; just at this time, a WarGreymon tore through the sky, landing in this small town established by humanoid Digimon on the grassland.

"Everyone, run quickly, the terrifying virus is about to attack this way, the South Side region has already fallen, some Digimon have already started dying..."

WarGreymon, the moment it landed, was preaching some words in the small town, and this caused some commotion.

However, the commotion wasn't large; more were Digimon on the side cracking jokes and watching the show.

"What's going on over there?"

Piccolomon saw the situation over there, and couldn't help but ask the Babamon beside it.

"Nothing much, just newly born Digimon always imagining this world will have a great crisis appear, so they say these things, but this world has the World Tree and Royal Knights' protection, how could any crisis possibly appear..."

Babamon said unconcernedly; having lived in this peaceful Digital World for so many years, most Digimon are the same as her, not believing that in this peaceful world a crisis would suddenly break out or anything.

"This time is different, the virus was released by the Royal Knights, the World Tree intends to clean up most Digimon, only a small portion chosen, already gone to the New World, can survive; we must get to the New World before the virus arrives here, otherwise everyone staying here will be killed by the virus."

WarGreymon persuaded the Digimon in the grassland town, but unfortunately no Digimon were willing to believe him.

Young Digimon always hope for an extraordinary beast-life in the future, but in a peaceful Digital World where are so many ups-and-downs stories waiting for them to experience.

Thus, some Digimon unwilling to be ordinary formed a Crisis Society, believing a crisis would one day appear in this world, and that they themselves bore the mission to resolve the crisis.

Okay, this sounds very chuunibyou right, actually also very chuunibyou, but this group of Digimon tirelessly believe in such things, and continuously propagate some crisis theories.

And like the boy who cried wolf, the story told too many times, normal Digimon also just don't buy it; although they don't mock that group of Digimon who firmly believe crisis will descend, they also don't believe their words.

Listening to Babamon finish recounting that WarGreymon's situation, Piccolomon was somewhat speechless; their world needed Chosen Children summoned to save the world.

While here, an Ultimate-level WarGreymon really wants to save the world, but because the world is too peaceful there's no room for him to play a role.

【Why not, abduct him back?】

Once this thought sprouted, Piccolomon discovered its heart was moved.

"Fairymon, aren't you going to eat?"

Broly, who was ordering at the stall run by Jijimon, saw Fairymon get up and leave, and couldn't help but call out to ask.

"Eat, I naturally ate, but I want to go get to know those friends over there."

Fairymon pointed toward WarGreymon's side; Jijimon saw this and shook his head, sighing: "Another young Digimon has miserably suffered Crisis Corporation's poisoning."

"Fairymon is several hundred years old; is that still considered young?"

Belstarmon subconsciously asked.

"Several hundred years, that's still quite young; Jijimon and Babamon, this married couple, started running a snack shop here a thousand years ago."

Beside them, SkullSatamon spoke with a laugh like a perverted serial killer, and before him was a serving of bright red fire chicken noodles loaded with countless chili peppers; after eating one mouthful, he began spraying flames toward the sky, and the other Digimon customers around them didn't find it strange at all.

"Ah, a thousand years; you've all lived that long?"

Lilimon, who had come along, was somewhat surprised at Jijimon and Babamon's age.

"There's nothing strange about that, is there? Among the Digimon we know, there are those with ages even greater than that."

Babamon didn't mind; Jijimon served the food these customers had ordered to Broly and the others, and Broly paid the bill with supplies brought from the previous real world.

"Understood, this world is very peaceful, and most Digimon don't have the concept of a lifespan; as long as their data can continue to exist, they can keep living on.

And the data inside their bodies accumulates as time develops, so Digimon may evolve; no wonder there are so many Perfect-level Digimon here, and Ultimate-level Digimon aren't rare either."

Nanomon hadn't come along, but it could observe the situation here through a large number of drones; just the quantity of Perfect-level Digimon on the grassland was already somewhat beyond imagination, as if every beast averaged Champion and Perfect levels.

When people get old, they like to talk about the past, and Digimon are much the same; Jijimon spoke of a peerless beauty Digimon he had seen in his youth.

"She was called KingFlowermon; she is the most beautiful Digimon this old man has ever seen in his lifetime."

Hearing this, Babamon walked over, picked up her cane, and knocked Jijimon on the head.

"Then what about me?"

"You're just a rotten old hag."

"Old man, you want to fight?"

"Fight then, you think I'm afraid of you?"

Jijimon, cane in hand, and Babamon began brawling.

"Is this okay?"

Broly pointed at the two Digimon striking each other with canes and asked the customer beside him.

"It's fine; Jijimon and Babamon are like this sometimes; after they finish fighting, their relationship gets good again."

Togemon drank his black tea, acting completely calm.

"Don't look at them like this now; when they were young they were very loving; back then one was Rosemon, a famous beauty in our town, one was MetalEtemon, who played rock music; when those two were together, they didn't hold back on flaunting their affection..."

As he introduced them like this, SkullSatamon ate another mouthful of fire chicken noodles, then began tilting his head back and spraying fire again; Broly sat beside him and could completely feel the spiciness of the fire chicken noodles the other was eating.

And just as the other had said, after brawling with canes for a while, the two made up; Jijimon, sporting bumps on his head, returned to talking about KingFlowermon.

"KingFlowermon may be beautiful, but I feel Rosemon is the most beautiful, especially after she later turned into Babamon's Rosemon..."

If he hadn't heard SkullSatamon's introduction just now, Broly might have just believed Jijimon's words like that, but now he only wanted to ask the other: are you being threatened? If so, please blink.

Babamon was very satisfied with Jijimon's change of attitude, turned around, and went to serve other customers.

"Is KingFlowermon really that beautiful? Then how did she evolve?"

The two Lilimon asked with some curiosity.

"You want to evolve into KingFlowermon too? I advise you not to think that way; KingFlowermon is beautiful, but once the flowering period passes, she dissipates; she is a very rare Digimon with only a brief flowering-period life; she is also one of the few Digimon this old man has seen in his lifetime who died a natural death."

In this world, Digimon also don't have the concept of turning into an egg after death; dead is dead.

"Eh, if that's the case, why did she still evolve into KingFlowermon?"

Belstarmon was somewhat confused.

"Don't know, but perhaps she wanted this world to know that a Digimon as beautiful as her existed."

For a moment's ultimate beauty, she willingly evolved into an existence that would wither.

"But you still haven't answered; how did she evolve?"

Belstarmon pursued the question.

"This isn't a good evolution; better not ask."

Broly interrupted.

When he heard KingFlowermon, Broly still had some interest, thinking whether it was another discovery of a wife form, but upon hearing KingFlowermon actually had a flowering-period restriction, he instantly lost all interest in investigating.

Compared to gaining another new wife form, Broly hoped more that his own house cat could live long and long.

"Don't forget, I can devolve."

Belstarmon reminded.

"It's a Jogress Evolution of Lotusmon and Rosemon."

In the end, Belstarmon still obtained the answer from Jijimon's mouth.

At this time, Fairymon also returned.

Only, a WarGreymon had been added beside it.

"I heard Fairymon say you're willing to believe my words."

"Eh, what words?"

Broly was somewhat confused, looking at the other doubtfully.

Hearing this, WarGreymon also turned his doubtful gaze toward Fairymon flying beside him.

"I was interested in the crisis it spoke of, so I invited it over to explain in detail to us."

Fairymon hurriedly explained.