Broken Royal Magic Academy stood atop Mount Broken in Witchelny, the land of magic.
After Witchelny, the Alternate-Dimensional Digital World known as the "land of magic," began exchanging resources with Digital Worlds in other dimensions, this magic academy became a sacred destination that countless Digimon studying "Advanced Programming Language Magic" yearned to visit.
Broken Royal Magic Academy, Teleportation Hall.
"Welcome home, Mo Yan."
SageMon, who had been waiting for quite some time, spread both arms toward Mo Yan as he stepped out of the portal, looking every bit as though welcoming a wanderer home.
"Teacher..."
Faced with SageMon's enthusiasm, Mo Yan instinctively felt there had to be a catch.
"Mo Yan, you're back~"
"Mo Yan, I missed you so much~"
Two voices came from behind SageMon, one warm and gentle, the other alluring and captivating.
Then Mo Yan saw two Ultimate Digimon with completely different appearances and demeanors appear before him.
Sure enough. I knew Teacher SageMon would never be this eager and welcoming unless something was up.
Looking at the two female Digimon crowding in front of him, Mo Yan felt relieved, only to immediately grow highly tense again.
A romantic battlefield was the last thing he needed.
Because these two Ultimate Digimon were, respectively:
The gentle, holy Angewomon and the bewitching, seductive LadyDevimon.
"When did you finish evolving?"
After a long silence, Mo Yan stiffly posed the question to the former Witchmon.
Mo Yan was very surprised that Witchmon had completed her evolution to Ultimate so quickly and even seemed to have undergone a further division and reorganization of her data.
He did not dare think about anything deeper.
Wait, I seem to have twelve of myself.
Whether dark or holy, I have both.
So what am I afraid of?
Suddenly, Mo Yan seemed to remember something.