I Became a Digimon and Change Worlds Every Month

As the raging storm of wind and thunder approached, Moss folded her eight wings in front of her, forming a shield strengthened with a surge of violet energy.

Boom!

The power of wind and lightning slammed into the shield, sending ripples across its surface.

Moss didn't resist the impact head-on. Instead, she skillfully followed the momentum, letting the force push her backward.

Unexpected, isn't it? This is my escape route—

No, no, this is called deflection.

Traditional martial arts, kiddo!

"You really do have a talent for combat," said Angewomon in her mind, sighing in admiration.

If it were her, she could still act as a turret, firing Holy Arrows and Heaven's Purple Light from a distance. But in close combat? She'd probably end up pulling hair or slapping faces.

That's so… inelegant.

And techniques like redirecting force? That was way too advanced for her.

"I never thought I'd have a talent for battle…"

Who would have guessed?

It's like Nobita Nobi, useless in everything, but somehow having maxed-out war instincts.

Some people are born with talent but never find a chance to use it.

Compared to them, Moss was lucky.

Her battle instincts had no value in her past life. But now? They were finally shining.

Maybe she even had a "Natural Reincarnation Combat Saint Body" hidden in her skills…

While pondering this, Moss continued to ride the wind's force, retreating a hundred meters away. Then, she spread her wings and turned into a white blur, weaving through the buildings of Tokyo.

"What?" Biomeric Thunderbirmon was momentarily stunned.

A real warrior would face attacks head-on!

Oh, right… she wasn't a man.

She wasn't even human.

...Fine, then.

"Don't you even think about running!"

With a roar, Biomeric Thunderbirmon flapped its massive wings and chased after her with terrifying speed.

Moss glanced back. He's faster than me.

After all, he was a giant bird Digimon, a natural flying expert.

Meanwhile, as an angel-type, Moss could fly—but she wasn't built for speed.

"Can I go any faster?" she asked.

Her secondary mind—Angewomon, who was basically her in-built AI assistant—replied, "No way. Myotismon's and Zombieman Satan Mode's flight abilities are worse than your current form."

"…Then I need to stop flying in a straight line."

Moss quickly adjusted her flight pattern. She skillfully manipulated her eight wings, making a sharp 90-degree turn mid-air.

There's a saying—straight-line speed means nothing, cornering speed is everything!

Biomeric Thunderbirmon was over ten times her size. His mass was immense, and with that much mass, inertia was his greatest enemy.

Seeing Moss suddenly change direction, Biomeric Thunderbirmon took two to three seconds just to turn.

For a behemoth like him, turning wasn't as simple as slowing down. He had to drift-turn, minimizing speed loss as much as possible.

"Trying to escape through turns? You won't get away so easily!"

With a wild grin, Biomeric Thunderbirmon flapped his blue wings—sparks erupted from them, firing a barrage of lightning-infused feathers like a machine-gun.

This was his signature technique—Spark Wing!

Moss flew toward a skyscraper, then suddenly shot straight up.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The Spark Wing feathers zipped past her, shattering the glass of the building.

A series of windows exploded, sending a rain of shards crashing down onto the streets below.

Luckily, it was nighttime. The building was empty. No casualties.

That was the only silver lining.

Moss looked at the wreckage and muttered, "I hope they have insurance."

A chase between an angel and a massive bird.

Weaving through Tokyo's skyscrapers.

Dodging attacks.

Causing destruction.

The chaos didn't go unnoticed.

"An angel?"

"A giant bird?"

Ordinary citizens could only watch in shock. Take photos. Panic.

But to Commander Hashiba, who oversaw DATS, this was a career-ending disaster.

His face turned pale.

Not because he was anywhere near the battlefield—

But because this could destroy his political future.

"Damn it… it's over…"

Before, when Moss appeared on TV claiming to be a diplomat wanting to meet the prime minister, it was just a PR stunt.

He could brush it off as "entertainment" and tell higher-ups that everything was under control.

No one would actually fact-check it.

But this?

A real battle in the skies over Tokyo?

With tens of thousands—maybe millions—of eyewitnesses?

How the hell was he supposed to cover this up?!

It meant only one thing—his failure.

A disgrace to the government.

He could already picture himself in front of the media—bowing in apology.

"I can't let this happen!"

With desperation in his voice, Commander Hashiba ordered:

"Satsuma, stop them! NOW!"

The younger agents were useless.

There was only one man for this job—

Captain Satsuma.

He was DATS's strongest warrior!

"Should we go, Kudamon?" Satsuma asked.

If possible, he preferred not to interfere.

Not because he was lazy—

But because he wanted to give the younger generation a chance to grow.

After all, Marcus Damon, Thomas, and Yoshino had enormous potential.

They just needed training.

But in the end, it wasn't his decision.

Kudamon, his partner, was a Royal Knight, acting on behalf of Yggdrasil, the Digital God.

It wasn't just an ordinary Digimon.

"If this continues, the damage will be too great. It will worsen relations between humans and Digimon," Kudamon declared.

It dreamed of a world where humans and Digimon coexisted peacefully.

But if this fight continued, it would only create fear and chaos.

Thus, Kudamon made its decision.

"Then let's go."

Captain Satsuma stepped forward, pulling out his Digivice.

Raising it toward Kudamon, he ignited his Digisoul—

"Digisoul, Full Charge!"

Light engulfed Kudamon.

It began to evolve.

Kudamon, Digivolve to…

Qilinmon!

—

Meanwhile, Biomeric Thunderbirmon was fuming.

He loved battle.

That's why he became a Digimon Hunter.

That's why he underwent cybernetic modifications, transforming into his Biomeric form.

But this?

This was NOT a fight.

This was a chase.

A never-ending game of tag.

And it was pissing him off.

He was faster.

Stronger.

But he couldn't land a single hit.

"Enough!" he roared. "STOP RUNNING, YOU B*TCH!"

Moss suddenly… stopped.

"!"

Biomeric Thunderbirmon blinked in shock.

Then—

He grinned.

"The game of cat and mouse is OVER!"

He flared his wings—preparing a devastating attack.

Electricity crackled in the air.

The deadliest Spark Wing yet.

But then—

THUD.

Something heavy landed on his back.

Confused, Biomeric Thunderbirmon looked up.

And saw—

Qilinmon.