Vamdemon Desires to Ascend to Heaven

As the strongest Perfect-level Digimon on the Server Continent, Myotismon possessed a remarkably grand ambition.

Unlike Etemon and Andromon before him—the former wishing to become the digital world's ultimate idol, and the latter aspiring to be the king of the digital world—their visions were ultimately confined within the boundaries of the digital world itself.

Myotismon, however, aimed higher: he desired to become the Dark Emperor who would simultaneously rule over both the Digital World and the Human World!

Given his identity as a vampire, such a dream suited his persona quite well.

As a direct subordinate of the Dark Masters, Myotismon had a profound understanding of the human world. Long ago, he had already acquired intelligence regarding the Chosen Children, the Digivices, and the Crests.

Originally, his plan was to send his underling, DemiDevimon, to sow discord among the seven Chosen Children, tearing them apart so that he could pick them off one by one.

Following that, he would travel to the human world to eliminate the only holder of the Crest of Light who posed a threat to him.

Along the way, he could drink some human blood to enhance his power, allowing him to break through the limits of the Perfect level and attain the Ultimate level, placing him on equal footing with the Dark Masters.

In doing so, Myotismon would simultaneously grasp immortality, eternal youth, and the power of the Ultimate level!

However, this wonderful vision had been reduced to worthless toilet paper the moment Tai arrived in this world.

Having witnessed Zeromaru’s battle two months ago, Myotismon had already abandoned the notion of engaging him in direct combat. Although his own strength was formidable among Perfect-level Digimon, it was utterly impossible for him to defeat an Ultimate level.

Yet, Tai and Zeromaru had effortlessly slaughtered two Ultimate-level Digimon back-to-back without breaking a sweat.

One of them had even been defeated while Zeromaru was still in the Champion stage.

—Myotismon had simply assumed that GoldenVeedramon was some sort of special technique that massively boosted combat power, figuring that no ordinary Digimon evolution merely involved a change in color.

The only way Myotismon could think of to defeat them was to go to the human world, consume human beings to enhance his power, and achieve his ultimate evolution.

He believed that, given his strength which far surpassed most Perfects, his evolved form would surely eclipse Apocalymon by a wide margin.

After all, Apocalymon’s predecessor, Andromon, was merely a researcher devoid of any true formidable power. In Myotismon’s eyes, he had no reason to be weaker than him!

The only flaw in this plan was Myotismon’s belief that Homeostasis would not allow him to travel to the human world so easily; the entity would inevitably send Tai to stop him. Sure enough, a few days before he was about to open the gate to the human world, Tai returned from the human world.

If Tai learned of his plan, he would undoubtedly come to stop him, and Myotismon was ten percent confident that he wouldn't even last five seconds against Tai and Zeromaru.

Very well, one second then.

Therefore, Myotismon needed to enlist the power of Daemon’s army.

At this thought, Myotismon glanced at LadyDevimon.

This was clearly an opportunity—an opportunity to use Daemon’s power to ascend to heaven (the human world).

"Stalling for time?" LadyDevimon narrowed her eyes, repeating Myotismon's words with a hint of surprise.

"That's right, stalling for time while I open the gate to the human world." Myotismon looked at LadyDevimon. He was not unfamiliar with this type of Digimon; after all, his own direct superior, Piedmon, always kept a LadyDevimon by his side year-round.

It seemed these high-ranking dark lords all fancied having such a Perfect-level companion.

Hmm... After he evolved, should he perhaps acquire one as well?

With this thought, Myotismon cast a sidelong glance at DemiDevimon, who was standing on a withered tree branch and daydreaming. DemiDevimon was provoking Gatomon as usual, and Gatomon was ignoring her just as usual.

"Hmph, do you take our Daemon Corps for some kind of charity organization? Just because you ask for help, we'll give it?" LadyDevimon crossed her arms, saying with disdain.

"No, you will." Regaining his composure, Myotismon smirked with confidence: "Because you want to eliminate that Tamer as well."

"Though, I have no idea why Daemon, who has lurked in the Dark Area for years and refuses to participate in any conflicts, would care so much about a human boy."

—Who could blame him for originally being a character slated to appear only in the second season.

"Accept his offer, LadyDevimon."

At that moment, Daemon suddenly transmitted his voice directly to LadyDevimon.

"Since he wants to use us, we can take the opportunity to use him in return."

Hearing her master's command, LadyDevimon’s gaze shifted slightly before she gave an imperceptible nod.

For Dark-type Digimon, mutual exploitation and betrayal were the most normal things in the world.

Myotismon immediately wore a smile as well: "It seems our cooperation is established."

"In that case, hand over that thing."

At those words, LadyDevimon widened her eyes: "How do you know about...!"

Myotismon offered a dismissive chuckle: "Do not underestimate my intelligence network!"

With that, Myotismon retrieved a Digivice from beneath his suit jacket. Inside it rested a fake crest, manufactured by Myotismon to mimic the true Crest of Light.

At this very moment, it was emitting a brilliant glow.

"Ever since I got close to you, this crest has been emitting a light as sickening as an insect egg glued to a damp ceiling."

This counterfeit crest would glow whenever it came into contact with a Chosen Child's Digivice—something Myotismon had crafted specifically to hunt down the Eighth Child after arriving in the human world.

Right now, the crest was glowing, which meant......

"The Digivice is in your possession, isn't it?"

Faced with the sharp gaze hidden behind Myotismon’s mask, LadyDevimon remained silent for a moment before producing a black D-3 Digivice from her garments.

Back then, the Tamer Tai had bypassed the path meant for the Chosen Children and traveled straight to File Island, while those children had been diverted to another world closely linked to the Digital World.

A world of pure darkness and gray.

The Dark Area.

Those children could be described as both extremely unfortunate and extremely fortunate.

The misfortune was that this world was littered with Dark Towers that suppressed the evolutionary power of the Digivices. The children, newly arrived and accompanied only by Rookie-level Digimon, were no match for the native species of the Dark Area.

The fortunate part was that Daemon from the world of 01 happened to be visiting his old friend in the Dark Area at that time.

That old friend had inexplicably abandoned his Demon Lord form, transforming into a Dagomon and living here in the guise of a deity.

Yet, even in the form of Dagomon, his physique remained astonishingly massive, just as it had been during his Ultimate days.

Daemon had simply acted on a whim at the time, rescuing the fleeing children and bringing them back into his own legion.

—Compared to the treatment they would have suffered had they been captured by the local denizens, it could truly be considered fortunate.

Even after communicating with the Daemon of that other world, all he did was have those children undergo eight hours of dark power brainwashing every day.

Myotismon looked with curiosity at the Digivice, which had been transformed into a black D-3 under the influence of the Dark Area's power: "It looks different from the ones I know..."

Never mind. Given how much time had passed, this was probably a newly developed Digivice 2.0.

None of that mattered.

The important thing was that by using these Digivices and the Chosen Children to distract the Tamer, he would have enough time to open the gate to the human world.

So... who should be sent to deliver this news to Tai?

As he pondered this, Myotismon cast his gaze toward Gatomon.