Impmon kept pushing his luck

"Y-you... when did you get here?!"

The instant Impmon saw Wizard Mo Yan and sensed that familiar presence, he began backing away, ready to make a run for it.

"When you said I had an old flame."

Beneath his hood, Wizard Mo Yan wore an expressionless face, his voice cold.

Wizard Mo Yan's first reaction to gossip, especially gossip about himself, was disgust.

It wasn't because Mo Yan disliked Witchmon, nor because he was afraid to face his own feelings.

He simply hated having people gossip about him.

"Tch, can you blame me?

Don't you know what your own expression and reaction looked like?"

Secretly using magic power to imitate the digital characters Mo Yan often inscribed, Impmon recklessly attempted a spatial teleportation spell.

With his shallow knowledge of magic, Impmon could only ensure that his data wouldn't be split up and sent to different places during teleportation.

As for where he himself would end up, he could only leave that to fate.

After all, getting out of Mo Yan's sight was his top priority right now.

Escaping the range of Mo Yan's senses would be even better.

Copying the form without grasping the substance?

The digital characters aren't written very well, and the order and amount of magic power infused into them are wrong.

Still, this bargain-basement teleportation spell should have some effect.

Good. It looks like all that studying lately hasn't been wasted.

Noticing Impmon's little maneuvers, Wizard Mo Yan felt a sense of satisfaction.

Unfortunately, Wizard Mo Yan had already spotted the spell.

That meant Impmon's plan was doomed to remain wishful thinking.

However, Wizard Mo Yan had no intention of stopping Impmon's random teleportation spell. Instead, he had secretly set a destination for him.

"You're Mo Yan?!"

Hearing the exchange between Impmon and Wizard Mo Yan, Takato Matsuki asked in bewilderment.

"Yes. My current form is Wizardmon's evolved form."

Wizard Mo Yan nodded and offered a brief explanation.

"How did you evolve on your own?"

Wizard Mo Yan's words stirred a thought in Rika Makino's mind, and she immediately asked.

"Mo Yan, that white light just now, the power that dispelled the Digimon cards' effects, and the power that suppressed Digimon evolution... those were all your doing, weren't they?"

Right after Rika Makino's question, Li Jianliang spoke up.

Although Li Jianliang phrased it as a question, his expression was utterly certain.

"I have twelve DigiCores. Is it really so surprising that I can evolve on my own?"

Wizard Mo Yan didn't get angry at the children's questions. He answered Rika Makino first.

His tone, however, matched Rika Makino's almost exactly.

He wasn't going to be friendly and let things slide with the children the way Original Self Mo Yan did.

As a Wizard, he followed a straightforward principle: "I treat you the way you treat me."

This was also one of the drawbacks of DigiCore specialization: each individual's personality traits were too pronounced and sharp-edged.

"Yes, that was me."

Without so much as a glance at the flushed Rika Makino, Wizard Mo Yan turned toward Li Jianliang and nodded.

"So it really was you."

Wizard Mo Yan's answer was exactly what Li Jianliang had expected. A faint smile appeared on his face, and a little more confidence shone in his eyes.

"Huh? Mo Yan did it?

Why?"

As the darling of the main group, Guilmon immediately asked Wizard Mo Yan with endearing cluelessness.

"Because I hate being watched by humans, especially the armed forces of this island nation.

I happen to have the ability to stop them.

So why shouldn't I make myself feel a little better?"

Glancing at Impmon, who had almost finished gathering power, Wizard Mo Yan spoke without restraint.

As a Digimon born from Original Self Mo Yan's data, Wizard Mo Yan couldn't understand Original Self Mo Yan's feelings toward humans, but he could feel his disgust for the humans of this island nation.

Thus, when certain things happened, Wizard Mo Yan made no attempt to hide his feelings. He expressed them plainly.

Most importantly, there was no power in the human world capable of restraining Wizard Mo Yan.

The "extermination plan"?

Sorry, but when it came to utilizing data, Wizard Mo Yan could even turn the power generated by the "extermination plan" to his own use.

Nuclear weapons?

Leaving aside whether this island nation's humans even had any, Wizard Mo Yan could return to the Digital World before they struck.

If conditions permitted, Wizard Mo Yan could even seize control of the nuclear launch and change the weapons' destinations.

Then it would be the humans themselves who suffered.

All things considered, Wizard Mo Yan had nothing to fear.

If anything truly hostile happened, Wizard Mo Yan would simply go back to exploring other worlds.

As for whether Wizard Mo Yan would face punishment from forces such as Witchelny's law enforcement squad, the Royal Knights, the Realm of the Gods, or the Four Holy Beasts...

What a joke. Who were the Digimon here, anyway?

Which world was the Digital World?

Did questions like these even require thought?

The Digital World was connected to countless worlds. This human world wasn't the only one.

Otherwise, the various powers of the Digital World wouldn't have acted against the human world and carried out all kinds of experiments.

"Mo Yan..."

Wizard Mo Yan's words pierced the children's hearts like an arrow, leaving them at a loss for what to say.

Could they say Wizard Mo Yan was wrong?

He was a Digimon, not a human, and he didn't even have a human partner.

Could they say Wizard Mo Yan was right?

Yet the children kept feeling that something was wrong.

But they couldn't find any words to refute him, much less defeat Wizard Mo Yan now that he was an Ultimate.

So the children could only remain silent.

"You're not Mo Yan!"

After a moment of silence, Li Jianliang made a startling declaration.

His words frightened Terriermon so badly that he hurriedly covered Li Jianliang's mouth with his large, soft ears.

"I am, and I'm not."

Rather than faulting Li Jianliang for his ambiguous statement, Wizard Mo Yan calmly gave a philosophical reply.

At those words, all the children sank into thought.

Of them, Li Jianliang seemed to have the most ideas.

After all, the lore of the ancient, mysterious East contained the most descriptions of states like Wizard Mo Yan's.

"What does that mean, Mo Yan?"

Scratching his head, Guilmon was the first to ask Wizard Mo Yan.

His straightforward draconic nature meant that Guilmon never hid his questions or kept his thoughts bottled up.

It also reaffirmed his place as the group's darling.

After all, no other Digimon managed to be like Guilmon, both endearingly clueless and wise, both straightforward and tactful.

He said whatever was on his mind and often ended up offering guidance on life. That was Guilmon.

Wizard Mo Yan merely smiled faintly, with no intention of answering Guilmon's question.

Meanwhile, silently watching the children hold Wizard Mo Yan's attention, Impmon secretly rejoiced.

His spell was almost complete.

"See ya, sucker!"

Impmon could feel spatial power rapidly enveloping him, and instinctively began pushing his luck again, his tone unbearably cocky.

"Oh?

Who gave you the confidence to think you could cast my magic right in front of me without my noticing?"

Hearing Impmon's words, Mo Yan spoke as though hinting at something.

Then, under Impmon's terrified gaze, Wizard Mo Yan cast a spatial spell and linked it to the one Impmon was activating.

Light flashed, and Impmon and Wizard Mo Yan vanished.

Only the children remained, praying for Impmon.

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