"Hey, I feel like you should be in better shape than you are now. Why aren't you letting your body recover?" Athenamon asked.
"Better shape? I'm in terrible condition right now." Zheng Fan smiled wryly, yet seemed rather pleased with himself.
Athenamon signaled to the others with a glance, but all they could do was shake their heads. Earth was an extremely dangerous place, yet they had no way to get that information out.
In high spirits, Apollomon led Belphemon through the Space Gate. Kurata, who was controlling Belphemon, had been deeply unsettled when he suddenly discovered that the power restraining him had vanished. After weighing his options repeatedly, he finally made up his mind and stepped out of the space passage. Just as Athenamon had, Kurata also considered Earth extremely dangerous.
Belphemon cautiously emerged from the space passage. After seeing the surroundings, Kurata finally burst into uncontrollable laughter. "Ah, hahaha! Hahaha! Apollomon, Zheng Fan! You never saw this coming, did you? You never saw this coming!" Just as Kurata was feeling invincible, Belphemon's mouth moved, letting out meaningless sleep-talk. Kurata no longer dared make any sudden movements and cautiously searched for somewhere to sleep in peace.
The Digimon World seemed to have returned to peace. This was largely because all those who roamed the Digimon World spreading information had disappeared. However, some investigations revealed that after these wandering storytellers vanished, the number of low-level Digimon evolving had fallen to less than half its previous level. Mercurymon could do nothing about it. Mercurymon was responsible for transmitting information throughout the Digimon World, but only so much information warranted being delivered personally. Minor matters concerning individual cities and regions were handled by Mercurymon's subordinates. The hub of it all was Mercurymon's Palace in the Infinite Ice Wall. But because of Lucemon,