Seeing that the dodecahedron had stopped pulsing and settled into stillness, Dark Witchmon rose higher and cast several more Defensive Magic spells on herself.
In the past, every time Mo Yan sorted through his data like this, he would unleash an extremely powerful shock wave.
It was both an instinctive act of self-defense and a release of the power accumulated while sorting the data.
So, after learning her lesson the first time, Witchmon always prepared her defenses whenever this happened.
And this time, Mo Yan possessed more data, and it was more powerful.
From that, she could deduce that the shock wave Mo Yan was about to unleash would be immensely powerful.
After all, this time Mo Yan had absorbed both ancient data and mythological data.
Crack...
A sound like shattering glass rang out, and cracks began to appear across the dodecahedron.
Crack, crack, crack...
The cracks rapidly spread across the entire dodecahedron.
They were densely packed and beyond counting.
Bang!
As though it had reached its limit, the dodecahedron shattered. The glasslike fragments of its surface dissolved into specks of light before they could hit the ground.
The Twelve Digicores that had served as its vertices swiftly returned to Mo Yan's body at its center after the mirrored surface shattered.
"???"
Rather than being struck by the powerful shock wave she had expected, Dark Witchmon was left a little bewildered.
After a moment's thought, Dark Witchmon cautiously descended toward the ground.
Of course, Dark Witchmon did not dispel the Defensive Magic spells she had cast on herself.
At the former center of the dodecahedron sat a blurry humanoid figure, curled up with his arms around his legs.
That was Mo Yan.
He was blurry because Mo Yan was still enveloped in ribbons formed from vast amounts of data.
So Dark Witchmon could only make out an indistinct figure, recognizable as humanoid and nothing more.
Still, Dark Witchmon thought Mo Yan must look quite cute right now.
And so, Dark Witchmon slowly reached out a hand.
Her little hand passed through the Defensive Magic spells she had cast and reached toward the figure within the data.
Dark Witchmon was incredibly excited, even more excited than she had been when she succeeded in splitting her own DigiCore.
Almost, almost. I'm about to touch Mo Yan's head.
Smack!
Suddenly, a strong hand caught Dark Witchmon's little hand.
Enveloped in data, Mo Yan seemed to sense something. He opened his eyes and reached out to catch Dark Witchmon's reckless little hand.
Then, now awake, Mo Yan slowly stood up within the shroud of data.
As Mo Yan rose, the ribbons of data around him seemed to receive some command and began streaming into his body.
As the surrounding data flowed into his body, Mo Yan shifted into his Grand Mage Beast form.
His tall, straight figure allowed Mo Yan to look down at Dark Witchmon.
"There's always some creep trying to take advantage of a handsome guy like me. Not happening!"
The corners of his lips lifted slightly as Mo Yan slowly spoke the words that made Dark Witchmon stamp her foot.
Dark Witchmon tugged at her hand, but when she found she could not escape Mo Yan's grip, she simply stopped struggling.
If Mo Yan wanted to hold it, she would let him.
"Tch?
What's the big deal? It's not like I haven't touched you before!"
Lifting the brim of her hat with her other hand, Dark Witchmon met Mo Yan's eyes without backing down.
Come to think of it, this evolved form is pretty handsome. Just what I'd expect from myself.
Taking in Mo Yan's current appearance, Dark Witchmon thought that to herself.
"..."
As though he had sensed her thoughts through Dark Witchmon's eyes, Mo Yan was left rather speechless.
"Switch back to your original form."
The sheer brazenness of her dark form was a little too much for Mo Yan to handle, so he asked Dark Witchmon to change back.
"No. I think I'm perfectly fine like this."
Lifting her chin, Dark Witchmon was delighted by Mo Yan's embarrassed expression and flatly rejected his suggestion.
Seriously, in my original form, all I could do was bicker with Mo Yan to get his attention.
How could that compare to how satisfying it was now, boldly teasing Mo Yan without worrying so much?
Seeing that Dark Witchmon was unwilling to return to her original form, Mo Yan could hardly beat her back into it. He could only do his best to go along with her.
Otherwise, Mo Yan had no idea what Witchmon might do in this dark form.
After all, Mo Yan did not want to hurt her.
"Magic: Space Return!"
Taking out the Crystal Ball, Mo Yan immediately analyzed the data of the current space and cast a counterspell.
As Mo Yan released his magic power, their surroundings rapidly reverted to the park.
"Mo Yan, you could've just asked. Why did you have to dispel my magic yourself?"
Wrapping her arms around Mo Yan's arm, Dark Witchmon spoke in a deeply disgruntled tone.
Her expression, however, was the exact opposite. Dark Witchmon looked as pleased as if she had just eaten a piece of candy.
Thanks to the way dark data freed her true nature, Dark Witchmon dared to do things she had never dared to do before.
For instance, boldly expressing her thoughts.
Or, for another example, hugging Mo Yan's arm right now.
"..."
Feeling the touch against his arm, ripples began to disturb the calm waters of Mo Yan's heart.
No wonder Teacher SageMon said female Digimon were the ultimate obstacle to our progress in magic. Even he wasn't immune.
Otherwise, why would he hide inside a book every day?
Mo Yan tugged at his arm, but it did not budge. Only then did he realize that Dark Witchmon had actually fixed it in place with magic, giving him quite a headache.
Was this what magic was for?
Dark Witchmon, could you possibly get any more ridiculous?!
"Witchmon, please act normal. You're a girl. Be a little more reserved, a little more ladylike."
Looking down at Dark Witchmon, Mo Yan tried to reason with her in utter exasperation.
Admittedly, the sensation really was quite nice.
But a woman's embrace could be a hero's downfall!!!
Even if Mo Yan was no hero.
"Hee-hee (?˙︶˙?), no."
Putting on a sweet, adorable expression, Dark Witchmon rejected Mo Yan's advice with righteous conviction.
"..."
"!"
Mo Yan was just about to say something else when he sensed a somewhat familiar presence.
Is that... Sandiramon!?
He's here already?
Or did I spend too long sorting through my data?
Mo Yan compared that presence with the Digimon in his memories.
In the end, Mo Yan found that the newcomer was the same Deva who had come to the real world in the original story.
"Witchmon, Sandiramon's here. Want to go take a look?"
Seeing Dark Witchmon clinging to him so affectionately made Mo Yan feel especially uncomfortable, so he asked her the question.
*!?*
Is he asking me out?
The word "date" flashed through Dark Witchmon's mind, filling her with delight.
"Mm-hmm. Whatever you say."
Afraid that Mo Yan might change his mind, Dark Witchmon hurriedly nodded.
"..."
Sighing deeply inwardly, then taking another deep breath, Mo Yan stepped forward. A teleportation Magic Circle immediately appeared beneath his feet.
The next second, light flared, and Mo Yan and Dark Witchmon vanished from where they stood.
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