Chapter 105: The Sudden Arrival of the Perfect Form (Additional Chapter for the Deacon Game Madman Oboro)

As dusk deepened, the blood-red vortex in the sky spun ever faster, its eerie center resembling the gaping maw of a primeval beast, ready to devour everything within reach.

It was just after the apocalyptic prophecy of 1999 had passed, and countless religious zealots had emerged to proclaim the coming of the world's end—only to be swiftly taken away by well-prepared enforcers.

At this moment, Feng Xue had no mind to concern herself with those charlatans. The force emanating from the vortex above was truly unsettling. Even it seemed compelled to grasp onto something to avoid being sucked in.

This pull was not merely physical; it was a force close to the very essence of existence. Under such an influence, even digital beasts would often abandon resistance and follow the suction as if drawn by some indescribable allure.

“It’s as if there’s something wondrous inside that vortex,” Feng Xue mused.

“Feng Xue, are you alright?” Liú Jī cast a worried glance at Feng Xue’s wings, which fluttered tentatively before drooping again.

“Don’t worry. I can resist this pull for now... What worries me is if I fall asleep and fly up unconsciously,” Feng Xue replied with a wry smile, inwardly cursing why Meicoomon hadn’t arrived yet.

Just then, the sky suddenly tore open, revealing a narrow blue “river” that appeared abruptly overhead. It bore the grid-like texture unique to the data world, as though the sky had been violently ripped aside to expose a lining beneath.

“It’s coming!” Feng Xue suddenly felt a cleansing sensation as the suction vanished without a trace. At the same time, all electronic devices across Tokyo blacked out. From every device capable of transmitting sound, a solemn voice echoed:

“O humans who created us...”

“That voice—is that Meicoomon?” Feng Xue frowned. The situation was worse than anticipated. He had thought that even if the gateway between the digital and real worlds expanded hundreds of times, only weaker perfect-level digital beasts could cross without data loss. The stronger perfect-level ones would lose part of their data. But now, even a powerful perfect-level like Meicoomon retained nearly all its memories and experience, indicating almost no data damage.

“O humans who created us, we answer only to our own gods. Humans are merely tools aiding our pursuit of evolution... Today, humans have opened the gateway linking the real world and the digital world!”

As the voice faded, an unnatural, dense mist enveloped the entire Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building in a manner that defied all logic.

“Is it there? Feng Xue, let’s go!” Liú Jī donned her coat and hurried toward the government complex.

“No, don’t be fooled by that obvious distraction. Leave that to Qiren and Jianliang,” Feng Xue said coldly, shielding Liú Jī behind him as he scanned for traces.

“A distraction?” Liú Jī was puzzled, following Feng Xue’s gaze but seeing nothing noteworthy.

“Come out! Or must I invite you?” Feng Xue wasn’t deceived by the illusion before him, his eyes fixed unwaveringly ahead.

“As a digital beast, protecting humans? Unforgivable!” With a piercing scream, a warning flickered sharply in Feng Xue’s mind. Without hesitation, he scooped up Liú Jī and rolled on the ground. In the next instant, a shimmering crystal orb appeared where Feng Xue had been moments before.

“A jewel? Is that Mokurohmon?” Feng Xue stared intently at the source of the scream. There, a humanoid digital beast was emerging.

“To think there are still those who recognize our Emperor Demon in the human world. But... that doesn’t mean you can become a human’s partner!” Mokurohmon spoke with a grotesque simian visage, uttering threats that, despite the absurd appearance, carried a terrifying weight. Even its round eyes and split mouth now seemed menacing.

“Emperor Demon?” Liú Jī didn’t understand the significance, but Feng Xue knew all too well—these were the twelve digital beasts bestowed “Divine Artifacts” by the Four Sacred Beasts. Only those bearing such artifacts were considered Emperor Demons.

In other words, these were perfect-level digital beasts wielding ultimate weaponry!

Even if they couldn’t fully unleash the power of their so-called “Divine Artifacts,” they still possessed the strength of ultimate beings.

“Liú Jī, fall back!” Feng Xue sensed overwhelming might radiating from Mokurohmon. This was no foe to be taken lightly, not something a holy extermination arrow could simply dispatch. In the digital world, Feng Xue could marshal surrounding data to stand a chance; here, in reality, it was a gamble with his life.

“But—”

“No buts! This is a perfect-level! If I fight, I can’t guarantee your safety. Keep your distance and provide support. That’s the best help you can offer!” Feng Xue almost shouted.

For the first time, Liú Jī saw Feng Xue lose his composure. She hesitated briefly but ultimately began to retreat from the park destined to become a battlefield.

“Only a rookie in the mature phase dares confront the Emperor Demon’s majesty?” Mokurohmon’s voice was harsh, almost screaming. Yet Feng Xue showed no sign of weakening. When this simian creature truly unleashed its power, Feng Xue realized how gravely mistaken he had been—

This was no longer a matter of relaxing or not. Even at full strength, he could barely keep pace.

“Scythe Kick!” The tails of Feng Xue’s tuxedo began to dissolve, data converging at his feet as he pushed his speed to the limit. Yet even this surge only transformed him from a novice effortlessly overtaking others to a driver stuck in the exhaust of a rival.

Still not enough.

“In that case... Ripple Kikoho!” As his breathing changed rhythm, the blood coursing within Feng Xue’s body—though essentially data converted through quantum transformation into a protein-like substance—began to boil. His heart raced, driving his physical functions into overdrive.

Adrenaline surged (after digital beasts descended into reality, their data transformed into quasi-protein constructs forming bodies—unstable but functional, including organs that secrete hormones), dramatically enhancing his neural response and muscular power.

“That’s it! Keep up!” Feng Xue’s white gloves sharpened as he seized an opening near the agile Mokurohmon and lunged fiercely with the Devil Beast’s innate technique—the Death Claw!

“Too naive!” Mokurohmon twisted its enormous mouth into a sinister grin, grabbing Feng Xue’s arm and slapping it sharply. In the next instant, Feng Xue found himself trapped inside a crystal orb!