I Became a Digimon and Change Worlds Every Month

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Moss noticed a subtle change in the female reporter's expression.

Just before that change, she had made a motion as if adjusting an earpiece.

Clearly, someone had spoken to her through the earpiece.

"I'm fine," the reporter replied with a forced smile.

However, she was actually sweating slightly.

In reality, the live broadcast had already been cut by the central station, and the person who cut it also instructed her to stall Moss and the Digimon at the food street. Meanwhile, the relevant authorities were speeding toward the scene.

It seemed like she had gotten involved in something serious.

Unlucky, unlucky, unlucky!

The reporter wanted to cry.

"Oh?" Moss studied the reporter carefully.

She had a cute but professional appearance, with shoulder-length black hair, a business suit over a white blouse, and a press badge hanging from her neck. She wore matte black stockings and simple black square-toe heels.

A simple, clean-cut look—nothing out of the ordinary for a TV news anchor.

"Miss Angewomon, is something wrong?" The reporter grew even more nervous under Moss's masked gaze.

Moss stepped forward, closing the distance until their chests nearly touched.

She was taller, her figure naturally casting a shadow over the reporter.

"The live broadcast is still running, correct?" Moss asked.

"N-no, I mean, yes." The reporter's face turned red as she stammered.

Only the public stream had been cut. The internal broadcast feed was still active.

"I see…"

Moss smirked and turned away, her eyes scanning the crowd until she spotted Goblimon stuffing his face with takoyaki.

She walked over and grabbed Goblimon by the head.

"B-Boss…" Goblimon trembled. "I was really hungry!"

"I can tell."

Moss patted Goblimon on the head, smiling. "Don't be so nervous. I'm not mad."

At first, she had been furious, but Goblimon's actions had given her an idea.

"Being hungry and needing to eat—that's normal."

Moss turned to look at Astamon, Mushroomon, Otamamon, Gekomon, and Kunemon. "You're all hungry too, aren't you? Come on, eat up."

The rescued Digimon had been confined in stasis pods, barely kept alive with nutrient-infused sedatives. Now, after running for so long, they were indeed starving.

"Are you sure we can eat?" Mushroomon, Otamamon, and Gekomon drooled with anticipation.

Astamon, however, hesitated.

Kunemon, the small yellow caterpillar Digimon, made no expression or sound, but its tiny antennae twitched in curiosity.

"Of course." Moss nodded, then turned to the reporter. "Everyone can eat for free. The TV station will cover the cost, right?"

The reporter blinked.

What did this have to do with her?

Oh—if the station was paying, then no problem.

"Y-yes, of course!" She nodded quickly.

Moss raised her left arm, pointing skyward. The Fairy Tail emblem on her arm stood out prominently.

"Then let's have a feast!"

"OH!!!"

The food street, which had gone silent due to the Digimon's presence, erupted into excitement once again. Not only did the starving Digimon feast, but human customers also eagerly joined in.

Meanwhile, a DATS patrol vehicle was speeding toward the scene.

Inside the car were four beings—three humans and one Digimon.

The three humans were Marcus Damon, Thomas H. Norstein, and Yoshino Fujieda. The Digimon was Agumon (S), Marcus's partner.

Unlike the standard Agumon, this one was larger, had oversized nostrils, and wore red bands around its claws.

In the passenger seat, Thomas analyzed the situation on his tablet.

"This Angewomon is different from any Digimon we've seen before. She's highly cunning. Based on her self-proclaimed 'diplomatic' status and demand to speak with the Prime Minister, it's clear she possesses a deep understanding of the human world."

The screen displayed footage of Moss delivering her statement.

Though she had yet to cause any destruction, Thomas believed this situation was even more dangerous than an outright attack.

This wasn't intuition—it was the logical conclusion of a 14-year-old genius who had graduated from the Stockholm Royal Academy and analyzed countless situations.

Sitting in the back seat, Marcus craned his neck to look at the tablet.

"She doesn't seem so bad. She's even sharing food with people," he remarked.

Agumon (S) drooled as it watched the other Digimon eat. "I agree, Boss! That food looks amazing."

Yoshino, who was driving, rolled her eyes.

"That's because it's not her money."

At 18, Yoshino was the oldest of the group. She had already started feeling the financial burdens of adulthood. If someone else covered her tab, she could be just as generous.

BOOM!

Suddenly, an explosion rang out from the live feed.

"What was that?!" Marcus shouted.

Thomas narrowed his eyes. "The food street is under attack—by another Digimon!"

Yoshino gripped the steering wheel tightly. "Hang on! I'm speeding up!"

At the same time, on the rooftop of a nearby skyscraper, Nanami stood with a confident smirk.

Dressed in gothic-style attire, the blonde girl radiated an air of elegance and arrogance.

"A rather peculiar Digimon…"

She had joined Kurata as a Digimon Hunter purely for fun. As a genius, everything in life came easily to her—so easily that she found the world unbearably dull.

She had only one goal: to chase excitement.

And that strange Angewomon would undoubtedly provide her with plenty of entertainment!

The very thought made her heart race.

She flicked her left wrist, activating a mechanism that ejected a Digivice from her sleeve.

Simultaneously, a surge of purple flames ignited in her right palm—the power of a DigiSoul.

She pressed the DigiSoul into the Digivice, her voice filled with anticipation.

"Biomerge Digivolution!"

Purple energy engulfed her body, stretching and reshaping it as she transformed into a massive white serpent.

Her head turned crimson, two majestic wings unfurled at her sides, and an energy canister extended from the back of her skull. Golden markings, resembling ancient runes, adorned her long, serpentine body. At the tip of her tail, a fiery golden spear gleamed menacingly.

Quetzalmon X!

With a powerful flap of her wings, the massive serpent took flight, her body crackling with raw energy.

Like a falling star, she streaked toward the food street.

But unlike a star, her trajectory curved—not a direct dive, but an erratic, unpredictable arc.

Her target was clear.

Moss!