Chapter 1834: with translation of chapter title

Heaven Gate City

Dark Area

Of course, although by definition it is merely the neighbor's dungeon, the threat of the Hei'an region still poses a danger to Heaven Gate City.

The Netherworld's native inhabitants, who amass countless negative emotions, are mostly corrupt, depraved scoundrels—wicked villains with twisted hearts and outdated morals. Considering that the original Digital World was comparable in size to Earth, and later, during the information explosion era, it began to constantly expand to its present scale—as the reverse side of that, the Hei'an region, even if it cannot shake the Federation's armaments on the front battlefield, taking Heaven Gate City is still not difficult.

If as little as forty percent of its residents were to surge into the real world, they could capture Heaven Gate City—but the premise is that there must be that forty percent.

Great Sin Pillar

Half of the Seven Great Demon Lords do nothing, nor do they manage anything; another Demon Lord–level overlord, the Great Dracula Beast, is a corner shut‑in, never seen going out, never seen recruiting troops, with the result that over half of the Hei'an region's Digimon exist in a savage, law‑of‑the‑jungle ecosystem of wild growth and the strong devouring the weak.

Even though many real‑world criminals come here to find helpers, laborers, and partners, they still cannot truly form a scale capable of changing the state of the world.

Sloth Demon King Belphegor

Even making dumplings takes time—how long would it take for those guaranteed several‑billion Digimon to burst out of the gate?

Wall of Sighs

Moreover, opening such a huge gate would surely alert the Federation's main forces far away on Earth.

Boundary Gate Exotic Region

This is a visibly self‑destructive path, and also the reason why the evil Digimon's troublemaking over the years has been only petty squabbles.

But just as there are always people in this world who cannot truly give up their dreams, among Digimon there are many who find it hard to let go of ambition, for that ambition is their dream—a bewitching, splendid black pearl that they themselves polish day after day.

The whetstone is power, desire, and the pride in everything one possesses.

And among them, there is a Digimon that possesses the finest whetstone.

Power and desire, to the extent that even pride becomes utter arrogance, driving it to desperately want to realize that seemingly impossible all.

And the first price it pays for this is the temporary relinquishment of its most precious thing—

Data Aberration Architecture Point

Underworld

Digital World

The Demon Lord's Sanctums in the Hei'an region each have their own style and different names; the tower named after the Tower of Babel from human world mythology is undoubtedly the throne of Holy Angel's Fallen Form.

Seven Great Demon Kings

Belphemon Beast's seemingly harmless, weak sleeping posture is actually the core of its deadly sin's power, not the 'sealed state' as others perceive it.

But Holy Angel's Fallen Form is indeed constantly sealed; in the Hei'an region's well‑known secret it is described as being hung upside down from the tower's summit by countless pure‑white light chains.

That is both the long‑lasting seal placed on it by the Holy Angel and the three great angels of the Digital World, and also its present crucial light‑dark regulator—the chains, after hundreds of years, have been corroded by dark power into countless mottled marks, changing from a spotless white to today's black‑and‑white interweave.

Its holy sealing power has long since weakened considerably; it can no longer continue to seal Holy Angel's Fallen Form, but after separating the Arrogance Crown and a large amount of light data, it, having fallen into an extremely unstable disordered state, can just as well use those light chains to adjust its own condition.

Belphegor (Sleep Mode)

It is less than one-fifth of what it once was.

But equally undeniable is that even with only one-fifth of its former strength, it can still adopt an extremely arrogant posture, looking down on those who come to pay homage.

Whether the opponent is human, demi-human, non-human, or a Digimon.

"Yes, Your Majesty, our last recorded observation placed the target 13 kilometers west of the Hei'an Swamp, after which we lost track of it."

Respectful humans and Digimon stood on either side, wondering why they had to meet their sovereign in that arrogant posture.

"What's there nearby?"

"Nothing at all, but 34 kilometers out there are three data-mutation architecture points; we suspect..."

"Suspecting is useless; it has no evidence, informing you would be pointless, but your work needs to be sped up."

"Speed up… but we…"

"We will speed up," he said, clapping a hand over the mouth of the assistant beside him, the human still bowing his head, "We can reach the progress you want in less than twenty days."

"Twenty days, do you think Barbaromon. X will obtain the evidence?"

"Um..."

The arrogant king's questioning left the human speechless; in his panic, he instinctively glanced at the surrounding fallen-angel-type Digimon, which only heightened his fear.

Just as he thought he would be left here, a heavenly-sounding voice said: "Alright, keep working your way; it's fine if the work completion rate of Heaven's Gate City is a bit low—what matters is the other side."

"This... the defenses of the Intergate Zone's exotic region exceed expectations; we are considering returning to the surface to begin."

"Very well," the voice from above said gently.

"No matter what method you use, I just need you to be clear about what you're doing."

"Understood! We will still choose the most conspicuous yet safest dark spot under the lights!"

"Don't forget, there's also passionate emotion," the easily angered Demon King, whose temper is better than before, advised, "Greed, wrath, pride, and all other passionate feelings—it is precisely from these that the Hei'an region manifests its power."

"Just like the system you previously chose, installed in the racetrack and examination hall, they are the best barracks."

"But the specifications of the mansion's racetrack... uh... subordinate understands."

"Then you may withdraw."

The Demon King, whose temper is better than before but whose patience seems halved, drove these otherworldly subordinates away, sending them to meet with the allies he had personally invited, and also awaited the arrival of that incarnation still dressed in a suit, appearing perfectly human.

"What a rich Hei'an this is—what is it defending against?"

The man swaggered in, his opening words not a greeting but the swirling airflow outside the sanctuary, like a pitch-black storm.

It was a magnificent sight like the Wall of Sighs, yet the man could not utter a single exclamation.

"Constancy," the Demon King said offhandedly, uttering that divine name, "I together with Barbamon have activated the data of the Wall of Sighs, constructing in many territories this barrier that wards off vision."

"Are you trying to confuse the senses? How cautious."

"But how do you intend to deal with that Barbaromon. X? Lilith says it even broke into Belphemon's altar—that's hardly a good omen~"

"If it's enough to make you feel troubled, then it's definitely time to speed up."

"What trouble? It's exaggerated~ I'm just annoyed, daily dealing with those organizations, forced to watch those guys' smug faces—sigh—upon reflection, it was just yesterday that some little guy seemed clever and agreeable."

Someone gave you a slave as tribute?

A slave? It doesn't seem fitting—that guy basically does nothing at all, just speaks pleasantly, like someone who truly knows my greatness.

Then you should be on guard against him.

Isn't that unnecessary? It was originally that cult themselves who picked someone to serve me; saving effort is only natural.

Cut the nonsense, fetch his data—I'll assign a female demon beast to investigate his background, and you go talk to Bar Beast. X.

Huh? Weren't we supposed to hurry up? Are you planning to be courteous before resorting to force?

Go lure him into dealing with the Belfy Beast.

"?" The man fell silent, unable to laugh, "Do you think this will work? How's my compatibility with that guy?"

Go ahead and carry it out—I'll contact Bar Ba Beast.

Why not just let it go on its own?

Your presence is crucial—only when you're there will its reaction matter.

?? Number 30, the guild war is about to wrap up, folks.

? (End of chapter)