Because of Homeostasis,
Taichi's revenge plans against Yamato and Sora were temporarily put on hold.
However, the one hundred Ultimate-level Digimon sent to the real world remained lurking.
Some hid in mountains and forests, others skilled in disguise, blending into human society.
They're silently monitoring the real world, waiting for the arrival of the Overlord, Taichi.
[True Love Is Agumon: @Dark Group Owner, Thank you for the guidance, Group Owner Boss. When I find Digimon like LadyDevimon or Lilithmon, I'll definitely send you a red packet right away.]
[True Love Is Agumon: (Smirking emoji)]
[This Queen Is So Beautiful: Ahhh, when can I inherit the throne? Group Owner, is there a function to pack myself into a red packet?]
[Young Master of the Demon Cult: Hah, mere red packets. The Demon Cult recently seized a batch of divine weapons and sharp blades. If the Group Owner is willing, feel free to pick any.]
[Dark Group Owner: It's the thought that counts. For now... there's nothing I particularly want.]
Looking at the group members' messages, Hattori couldn't stop the smile on his lips.
If things continued like this, without even leaving his house, he would become the behind-the-scenes boss of multiple worlds.
Of course, the prerequisite was that they wouldn't die on their path of darkening and could all grow up successfully.
[Ding! Detected a group member in critical condition! Activating group live stream.]
[Ding! All group members please check the message. Group member, 'Cat Burglar' is in critical condition, life hanging by a thread.]
Hattori: "!!!"
His previously relaxed, smiling expression instantly darkened.
Hattori's handsome face, at this moment, was terribly dark.
[This Queen Is So Beautiful: What happened? How could Cat Burglar be dying?]
[The Archaeologist of Ohara: Now that you mention it, she never really talked about her own situation, even though she was always active in the group.]
[The Strongest Assassin of Xuanwu: You should all check the video. Her situation over there is very dangerous.]
All the group members, including Hattori, clicked on the group live stream.
"I was wondering why you've been so absent-minded lately while drawing maps. So it was for this kind of thing?"
A nearly three-meter-tall, ferocious-looking shark fish-man revealed a savage smile.
Before him, a slender young girl lay collapsed on the ground, covered in blood.
Her right hand clutched tightly a broken pencil.
"Give... that drawing... back... to me."
The girl's breath was faint, using all her strength with her hoarse vocal cords to emit a weak sound.
"Hah? I don't think I heard you clearly. Say it again."
"I... said... give it... back..."
"Give it back to you?"
The shark fish-man spread open the drawing in his hand and let out a maniacal laugh.
"For the sake of drawing a lowly, fragile, low-blooded human, you dared to neglect your work of drawing sea charts? And you want me to return this lowly drawing to you?"
A mocking curve lifted the corner of the shark fish-man's lips.
The drawing that Nami treasured like a treasure was thrown heavily to the ground by the shark fish-man and trampled under his sole.
"If there's a next time, I will personally kill the person in this drawing of yours."
A fierce glint flashed in the shark fish-man's eyes as he contemptuously spat.
Laughing loudly, he turned and left.
His turbid, filthy saliva soaked the drawing paper.
The portrait on it also became blurred.
Watching this scene, the young girl who had endured beatings, curses, and repeated abuse…
Who had always gritted her teeth without shedding a tear…
This time, could no longer restrain the grievance in her heart.
"Waaahhh!"
"Why... why?!"
Nami held the soiled drawing, crying uncontrollably.
The person in the portrait had a handsome face, a tall and sturdy build…
And at the corner of his mouth, that confident, domineering smile.
It was Hattori.
The Group Owner who had brought rebirth to many group members, who could save everyone.
Nami had always yearned for the Group Owner's appearance in her heart.
But the inferiority complex in her bones made her never dare to speak of her own plight in the group.
She was born in a village, with a frail figure…
She couldn't send red packets to Hattori like Taichi or the Hei Xiaohu.
Nor did she have a special background or great future potential like Hancock or Robin.
A young girl born in a remote village, without any special skills…
What right did she have to turn dark?
What right did she have to receive salvation?
Only in the dead of night did she dare to secretly open the group chat, looking again and again at the videos Hattori sent,
Looking at the photos of him showing affection with Angewomon and Lilamon, she felt envious in her heart.
The live stream reached this point, and the screen turned dim.
This indicated that Nami, due to excessive blood loss, was gradually losing consciousness.
And Hattori, seeing all this, for the first time, felt overwhelming rage rise from the depths of his heart.
His fists were clenched so tightly they made cracking sounds.
[The Archaeologist of Ohara: …]
[This Queen Is So Beautiful: I never thought there were still Fish-men in this world who dare to act so recklessly towards humans? Such lowly species truly deserve extinction.]
[Dark Group Owner: @Cat Burglar.]
[Dark Group Owner: Come to the group chat immediately after you wake up. Don't wait a moment.]
[Dark Group Owner: I will bestow upon you power, so you can use your own hands to personally kill those scum.]