Patter, patter—
Li Yuan worked tirelessly like a machine, throwing himself wholeheartedly into Qian Lai's Virus-type Digimon cultivation plan.
Liang Xing watched from the side for a while, figured Li Yuan probably would not suddenly drop dead, and did not pay much more attention.
As for everyone else, Liang Xing's arrival had indeed made them somewhat reserved at first. After all, each of them had more or less cursed Liang Xing behind his back.
Of course, those curses were just offhand remarks about him being cold-blooded and heartless. Liang Xing could more or less guess that much.
After all, someone had to take the blame for Golemon's death, and the person in charge of the show naturally bore the brunt of it.
For several days, Qi Tian had puffed up angrily every time he saw Liang Xing, though somehow, he later came to terms with it on his own.
Liang Xing did not explain himself either. If they were going to play with Digivices, they had to get used to accidents like this happening!
He was even beginning to regret not making Pokémon as well. Using projections for it now would make it feel like rehashing an old idea.
But it was not a big problem. He knew a thing or two about biotechnology as well.
He had simply never had the time, and biotechnology required a rather long development cycle, so he had kept putting it off.
Fortunately, Liang Xing was only twenty-two. He had plenty of time to research these new toys.
Returning to the matter at hand, ever since Qian Lai had learned that Golemon truly existed—
he had completely believed that Impmon had acted on its own, and his desire to get rid of it had only grown stronger.
If they had targeted Impmon before, it