Chapter 1811: with translation of chapter title

Light Beast

Mirror Market

The entrance and exit of the Mirror Surface Market are always crowded with people, and they consistently showcase a full diversity of race, clothing, appearance, and so on.

But this comprehensive diversity often means an overly complicated pile‑up of elements.

Barbal Beast. X

Three Great Angels

So the police often find it hard to uncover decent eyewitnesses to a case here.

They merely give the AI surveillance of the Mirror Surface Market's entrance and exit a quick glance and search; if they get a result, it's convenient, otherwise they just let it go.

There are other investigative angles; it's not worth stubbornly digging in a place already overcrowded with foot traffic.

Digimon

Light Beast. Fallen Form

Once again they check the surveillance, conducting a material‑movement backtrace for a local area.

However, the higher the Dao, the higher the demon; the places they prioritize for investigation also become alert points where some in the criminal underworld act contrary to expectations—for example, this blond man in a black‑and‑white suit right now—after leaving the Mirror Surface Market exit, he directly avoided the five nearest alleys, three bars, four black‑market internet cafes, and twelve small hotels and B&Bs……

Yet he didn't just continue straight down the main road; instead he chose the outdoor seating of a drink shop, and during a brief stay he lit up a buzzing terminal.

Ancient Era

Greedy Demon King

"Wow, the sun rising in the west—you actually took the initiative to contact me here?"

Beelzebub Beast

"But in the human world, oh~ Balbal, want me to snap a photo of you? Even though it's just an artificial sun."

"No need, let's stop the time‑wasting pleasantries. I've heard some rumors here, like Balbeast X taking human children to the palace, and also like the three great angels and ten warriors slowing their war preparations—what do you think upon hearing that?"

"What ideas could there be? It's a meeting notice," the man said cheerfully, "Just running over to discuss with me is really sly~Barba."

"Stop pretending, Light Beast, you and I both know what this means!" Barba Beast was quite dissatisfied, "Among us there might be a mole, or there might be a careless blabbermouth; either way, we shouldn't be rushing to hold a meeting."

Moreover, the threshold for an emergency meeting is high; with many lives and a demon king, one must choose a side to sacrifice, how could it be as simple as this scoundrel saying 'let's just start'.

"Then you coming to find me is correct?"

The frivolous casualness in his tone suddenly stopped, and even his smile seemed to have its warmth severed from the clearly smiling features.

"Is it possible that you are that idiot?"

"What?!" The old man, who never expected to be scolded like that, raised his voice eight degrees, "You actually..."

The words prepared to retort were about to be unleashed, but then suddenly got stuck, and in the slightly shifting tone a new understanding formed:

"... You mean constancy?!"

When a person is in a high position and under threat, the direction of suspicion is always clear.

That is often directed at rivals with deep grudges, threatening third parties, or those who, though in different fields, possess sufficient strength to bear resentment, etc.; they often share a similarity in rank not far apart, because only in their subconscious do they consider opponents of equal social status and power to be threatening.

This understanding applies to Digimon as well, and even more thoroughly. Because the world they live in follows the law of the jungle—survival of the fittest—far purer than the human world.

So when Barba Beast heard the Light Beast's Fallen Form say it had leaked information, although its first reaction was disbelief, its old, crafty nature still helped it assume that premise to understand the other's words.

Under this assumption, the suspects worth its suspicion are not without clues; rather, they are overly clear. If it were currently transformed into another Digimon and walking outside the holy hall, its primary suspects would actually be the Grand Dracula Beast and individual demon kings, but it has indeed deliberately moved to its own headquarters.

The original intention was to conduct secret communication; beforehand it even specially dismissed the surrounding attendants, so even if a leak occurred, at most it would reveal the superficial information 'there is secret communication,' not something that would alert one to make an illogical response.

Slowing the war preparations... This is practically like directly obtaining this side's core intelligence, realizing that everyone is responding to the killing atmosphere they are fostering.

But what is this Light Beast Fallen Form saying?

Using those Demon God Beasts and Beelzebub Beasts, these brainless idiots, is one thing; how could it possibly be myself leaking the information?

How could my such secret handling possibly be exposed… No, it's not entirely impossible.

As a greed demon king surviving from the ancient era to the present, Barba Beast's experience and knowledge are fully worthy of its lifespan.

Although in 'knowledge monetization' there is a bit of senility, that's merely an operational issue during action; as a staff officer and strategist, its mind is still quite agile, instantly recalling some secrets that young demon kings and slumbering demon kings don't care much about.

For example, the sole god of the Digital World is no longer unique.

Also, for example, that new deity actually behaves more 'passively' than its predecessor; its existence to this day still counts as a secret, which proves it doesn't even have a respectable follower organization, let alone anyone consciously manifesting holiness.

But these are not the key; the key is that the deity's presence is so faint as to be nearly nonexistent, yet precisely because of that it is sufficiently dangerous.

Anyone can ignore a deity that nature overlooks yet can exist everywhere, except those with ulterior motives.

It has always been in the first tier of what Barba Beast vigilantly watches; merely being vigilant doesn't mean it's related—most of the time it's indeed unrelated and not worth mentioning—even if it sits at the top of Barba Beast's vigilance priority, it's equivalent to a dusty collectible.

Even when showing off treasures to guests, it wouldn't voluntarily bring it up; only after the guest on the communication end makes an obvious hint does it then belatedly realize.

"But could it really be Him?"

Barba Beast unconsciously glanced at its deep palace displaying various treasures, as if the other might suddenly appear and meet its gaze.

But obviously, if that actually happened, it wouldn't be pleased.

After all, when truth and falsehood are indistinguishable, once proven true it would mean a highly ironic phenomenon at this moment: the idiots I see haven't leaked information; rather, each time I go to find the Light Beast, I am unconsciously leaking information?

The more one claims wisdom, the less one can tolerate being outsmarted by one's own cleverness.

If this isn't cleverness backfiring, but rather the skill of an idiot expert, the latter would be even harder to bear.

Admittedly, constancy isn't stupidity, but if it's Him, then He indeed lacks any technical substance:

I'm just idling beside you, I hear whatever you say. jpg

Just this one operation blew up all my preparations?

Fortunately, it heard from the other end of the call: 'Uncertain.'

But you indeed should reduce contact, Barba, whether it's me on this side or me on that side.

Any ideas, any considerations, go tell those guys; don't call me for nothing, I'm not interested in your little schemes.

You bastard!

Just as his heart had settled, the old irritation flared up again; seeing that the Baruba Beast was about to live up to the Digimon's most classic stereotype, he was about to give that man a shock over the network line, but the other end hung up cleanly and swiftly.

Hey? Hey!!

Really, what an impatient old thing…

The one who hung up first sighed like that.

Looking at the call duration displayed on the light screen, his face grew even more disgusted.

Is it that guy, just checking the reaction these past few days?

All right!

He rose from the seat, palms together, as if brushing away his worries.

Don't dwell on that mood‑spoiling old thing; it's rare to come to the human world, so let's go see for ourselves how things have developed these years…?

A sudden palpitation, as if even the sky in his gaze were shrouded in heavy shadow, he almost froze in place; only after that scrutinizing gaze shifted away did he begin, while taking deep breaths, to watch the black‑armored figure mingling with the crowd and stepping into the entrance of the Mirror Market.

Indeed he felt an extraordinary rapid change.

(End of chapter)