I am Jinshan Youxia

Therefore, as a Jinshan Ranger, he felt it was necessary to cultivate some Hero Trainers who could serve as ambassadors for peace and exchange between the two worlds.

Well, the biggest reason is that it's fun.

Chapter 296 The Returning Children

Time in the digital world is as worthless as ever; several years pass in the blink of an eye.

As Zhang Chengyi became engrossed in developing the fourth generation of the Digimon Transformation Device, homeostasis was forced to descend upon his laboratory once again.

“Outsider, you should send the chosen children back.”

Homeostasis leaned over a Guardian Beast and said solemnly, "If they continue to stay in the Digital World, I will be unable to adjust their data and let them return as children."

It wouldn't matter if they were just ordinary human children, but the outsider in front of us has been developing the experience gear to the point where it can be inserted into a human body.

In just a few years, Taichi Yagami, who is most enthusiastic about running to the training ground and hanging out with Digimon, has wrestled with Greymon, lifted several tons of rocks with his bare hands, and run around File Island several times without feeling tired.

Although they are far inferior to their partners who have long since evolved into ultimate forms, they are definitely not humans that could exist in the real world.

Or rather, a child this young shouldn't have such terrifying physical abilities.

If this continues, once they reach the level of the fully evolved form, homeostasis will truly be unable to send them back to the real world as humans.

Zhang Chengyi looked up and said, "Okay, I'll send them back in a bit."

Having received the promised constancy, the guardian beast blinked and silently returned to guard the gate.

Zhang Chengyi took off the prototype Digimon Transformer 4, his body flashing repeatedly as he transformed from a high-level robot beast into a Devimon. His body seemed to melt as he entered the shadows, passing through countless walls, and soon arrived near the training grounds of Infinity Mountain.

Despite being only a Champion-level Digimon, Devimon possesses special abilities that even Ultimate-level Digimon lack, such as the ability to pass through objects, move at high speeds, and send out mass streams of curse-infused trash talk, which he considers extremely useful.

Of course, the series of Digimon that evolve from Devimon are all very interesting and extremely powerful, but unfortunately, homeostasis doesn't give him any data related to the Dark Area.

When he went to the mainland server to show off before, he captured Etemon in order to recreate Etemon's experience of being sucked into the Dark Area in the anime, but unsurprisingly, he failed.

Homeostasis has become far stronger because of the experience gears it created. In the anime, it might only bend down and say a few words, but now the world is full of Homeostasis's minions, making Ultimate-level beings everywhere and Complete-level beings as insignificant as dogs.

"Boom!"

In the training ground, a white lion beast was wrestling with a werewolf Garurumon, smashing the rough walls of the training ground so hard that rock dust kept falling off.

Zhang Chengyi's body flashed a few more times, transforming back into a high-level mechanical beast, and he called out, "Taiyi, Ahe, I have something to tell you." Seeing that the Digimon in the training field were still struggling, he flashed data in his eyes and used his authority as the creator to directly deprive them of their right to use their transformation devices.

White Lionmon and WerewolfGarurumon transformed into clusters of colorful data that flowed back into the Digimon Transformer, which was in the form of a wristwatch. The Digimon that were fighting each other then transformed into Taichi Yagami and Yamato Ishida.

"Zhang Chengyi, is there something you need?"

Taichi Yagami turned his head and looked over, a little curious.

Since it has become common knowledge in the Digital World that Digimon 'train' each other to gain experience, he and Yamato often use the Digimon Transformer to spar and use the experience inside to cultivate their 'transformation' state.

"Your summer vacation is over. Go and call the others, and gather at the Otherworld Gate on the server continent within a week."

Zhang Chengyi left with a curt and decisive remark.

Taichi Yagami was a little confused at first. What did he mean by the summer vacation being over? Hadn't they been here for several years already?

Ishida Yamato glanced at his watch; the experience bar for WereGarurumon to evolve into its Ultimate form was almost full, about a third of the way through. He said, "I have one more week, and I'll be able to transform into MetalGarurumon soon. How far are you from becoming Xuanyuanmon?"

“Mine is one-third, you should be about the same.” Yagami Taichi pressed his wristwatch and exchanged a glance with his friend.

"Transform!" X2

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In the real world, on August 2, 1999, a bus slowly drove back to Odaiba.

"Have your family call me immediately after you get back..."

On the bus, Fujiyama Ichiro, the homeroom teacher of Class 2, Grade 5 at Odaiba Elementary School, was giving a long lecture to Yagami Taichi, Ishida Yamato, and Kido Jo for taking their classmates and younger children to play elsewhere without permission.

It snowed so heavily, and he disappeared for the entire day, only to suddenly return late at night, which really startled him.

Yesterday's blizzard should have meant everyone was coming back together, but seven children went missing, so he had to stay there overnight. Thankfully, the children were all safe in the end.

"Okay, Mr. Fujiyama!" x2

The three children showed extremely good attitude in admitting their mistakes.

Fujiyama Ichiro's stern face softened into a sigh. Looking at the bus as it stopped and the anxious parents outside, he lowered his head and said gently, "Your parents are very worried. Go home and get some rest."

If it weren't for the blizzard, the parents would have rushed to the place where their children went missing to search for them.

The children on the bus lined up to get off, and were greeted by joyful faces filled with tears and worry.

The children, however, all felt a sense of unfamiliarity. They had lived in the digital world for far too long—enough for a primary school student to grow into a middle school student, and enough for them to develop their not-so-perfect values.

When Yagami Taichi was held by his mother, he didn't dare to move at all, letting his mother check his face and body for any injuries.

He was afraid of accidentally hurting his mother.

When Zhang Chengyi brought them back, he specifically instructed them not to play around or express intimacy as vigorously as they did in the Digital World, because humans and Digimon are different.

"What is this?" Mother Yuko Yagami asked curiously when she saw that her son had a high-tech-looking wrist accessory.

"Prototype Digimon Transformer Generation 4!"

Taichi Yagami blurted out the words, then realized he shouldn't have said them.

"What digital device, transformation device?" Yuko Yagami asked, puzzled. "What is that?"

"Toys, I guess," Father Yagami said casually. "Let's go home first."

Although Yuko Yagami was a little surprised that her son had acquired such a cool toy, she didn't delve into it and led her son away by the hand.

Taichi Yagami breathed a sigh of relief and exchanged a few glances with his companions. They had agreed to test their transformations together after returning and then try to contact Zhang Chengyi using the transformation device.

Mimi's transformation device stores the Fairy Beast's transformation ability, so it should be fine if there's a barrier.

Have you thought about what you'll do when you go back?

For some reason, he suddenly remembered Zhang Chengyi's meaningful question when they parted. Looking at the bustling city around him, he felt his own powerful strength and the transformation device that always responded to him.

What should I do?

Taichi Yagami's young mind was filled with unprecedented confusion.

Updated tonight

I've been reviewing the new paper and tried writing a bit, but it felt a bit drawn out and not very interesting. I'll try to make it more engaging.

Chapter 297 A Strange World

A village in the Kansai region of Japan.

"Hiss~"

Several cars slowly pulled up in front of a building that looked eerie. The doors opened, and a man in a cloak stepped out. The passenger in a black suit got out as well and said respectfully, "Lord Yamada, the legendary man who came back from the dead is inside."

A dozen or so burly men in black suits quickly got out of the car behind them.

The cloaked man, Yamada, with a sword at his waist, coldly stared at the house. "Bring out the guy who came back from the dead inside."

His resurrection should only be attributed to the power he possesses.

"Yes." The men in black suits pulled out guns, skillfully loaded them, and rushed into the courtyard wearing gas masks.

The nearby villagers hid in their rooms and secretly peered out of their windows.

"Bang!" The men in black suits violently broke the door lock and rushed into the dark corridor.

They entered the room with great caution, covering each other as they moved slowly. For some reason, the room seemed unusually humid, with a strange musty smell lingering in the air. Unfortunately, they were all wearing gas masks and didn't notice anything amiss.

With a "whoosh," the living room door was opened, revealing a man sitting cross-legged, deep in thought.

"Come out." One of them, dressed in a black suit, held up a pistol, his voice slightly distorted as it passed through the gas mask.

The man turned his head, showing no surprise. His greenish-brown hair resembled instant noodles, and its texture gave the impression of a wall covered in mold. With each breath, tiny black particles drifted out of his nostrils.

"Are you government officials?" the man asked calmly.

The man in the black suit, who was leading the group, felt his heart pounding. For some reason, fear seemed to have turned into two hands, gripping his heart tightly. He instinctively pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" The bullet pierced the man's chest, and brown blood, greenish-brown mixed with black particles, splattered onto the tatami mat.

"It seems that's not the case."

The man continued talking to himself, his mouth opening and closing as he spoke, releasing even more mold.

The itching spread from all over their bodies. Before the men in black suits could react, they collapsed to the ground one by one. Small, moldy brown spots quickly grew on their exposed skin, expanding at a visible speed until they turned into a brownish-green color with swaying mycelium.

Within seconds, the men in black suits were covered with a thick layer of mold, which continued to spread granular spores outwards.

They are still alive.

The man slowly stood up, touched the bullet hole in his chest, and complained to himself, "Damn it, I finally managed to find a suitable body and then some guy with a gun came knocking on my door. What kind of world is this?"

The next second, he looked down and saw that the men in black suits were constantly emitting orbs of light like will-o'-the-wisps. The men in black suits who lost their orbs of light turned into skeletons covered in human skin in the blink of an eye. The mold that was growing on them lost its nutrients and stopped expanding.

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Outside the house.

"They are dead."

As Yamada spoke of the terrible news, his expression was much more relaxed. Having been brought back to life, as a necromancer, he couldn't help but think of the power of the sword he possessed.

But now the sword tells him that his resurrected ultimate path has been captured by an alien, and his life force has been taken away by the sword.

Then it's fine. As long as no one tries to take his sword, and the other beings just ignore him, the sword that controls life force will protect his life in front of the other beings.

The men in black suits protecting him tensed up. The middle-aged man in a black suit standing next to him wiped his sweat and said, "Lord Yamada, should we...?"

Before he could finish speaking, footsteps echoed from the dark corridor.

"Tap, tap, tap," the strange-looking man walked to the door, looked at Yamada with a peculiar gaze, and said, "Ah, I knew it wouldn't be just me."

Yamada gripped the hilt of his sword, not wanting to draw it and fight, otherwise he would have to kill all the onlookers.

Otherwise, the sword might be taken away.

"Kill him," he ordered.