[Comprehensive, Digimon] Alice Games

It is covered with snow all the year round, the pine branches are fluttering like a knife blown by the cold wind, and the pale sun is as cold as iron, and there is no temperature.

Digimon are creatures that are not afraid of the cold and will not die of illness, but that is only a general situation.

And he is still in the infancy equivalent to the childhood of human beings.

No, in fact, it just broke the shell not long ago.

He is a Pakumon, different from all other Pakumons, he is a Pakumon from birth, and he is waiting for someone.

Who are you waiting for?

do not know.

But he just waited so foolishly until that day.

"It's Pakumon! He's a bad Digimon! Hit him, beat him away!" Accompanied by the shrill and terrified cry behind him was the scorching flames. want to escape.

Why did he do this? He obviously hadn't done anything.

"It's you who stole our food, you bad Digimon!"

Ah, it turned out that the group of Peggus made trouble again, but he wasn't with those guys.

He's just waiting for someone here, isn't that okay?

"Forget it, he doesn't seem to be the Pegu beast of that group." Finally, a beast discovered the truth and dragged its companion away without explaining or apologizing, as if avoiding the plague as fast as it could.

It also made him understand that he can't stay here any longer, because the Pakumon will be hated here, and he doesn't have a group yet.

The little Digimon, who thought that he would not be attacked if he left, was stopped by a Digimon in the shape of a little bat just as he went down the mountain: "Isn't this Pakumon? Why are you the only one? Where are you going?"

Not wanting to answer him, Pakumon circled around its purple-black wings and continued on its way, but that Digimon didn't intend to just let him go, squinted at him for a second and suddenly flew up and shot a few needles at his side, Bai Xue was instantly stained with grayscale.

The needle is poisonous, is he trying to kill me?

He hurriedly jumped back and tried to escape this bad luck, but how could the bouncing ball be able to reach the speed of the flying wings, and needles were all around him in the blink of an eye.

"Oh, don't run away, it's so boring, come and play with me."

Of course, Pakumon didn't want to play this kind of life-threatening game with him, it just wanted to quickly avoid these deadly needles.

Seeing that a needle with corrosive acid was about to touch his body, he couldn't help feeling desperate.

Are you going to die like this?

No, absolutely not, he hasn't found that person yet, and he still wants to see him.

He wants to live!

As this belief took root in the bottom of my heart, the young Digimon emitted a deep purple glow, and under the cover of the boundless night, it was as if a cursed star had fallen here.

The light exuded wisps of black air, and the suppressed little evil beast, who was still flying domineeringly just now, opened its eyes wide and fluttered its wings, wanting to escape.

But the black air wrapped around his body, making him unable to move. He could only watch the gray-blue palm in front of him after the light faded, and the blood-red eyes frantically wandering around in the center of the palm.

"No, it's impossible, how could Pakumon evolve into..."

The Digimon in front of him is not something that can be evolved through the evolution route of Pakumon at all, which is not in line with common sense at all!

Unless he is not a Pegumon at all!

But before he could think about it carefully, bloody eyes met his gaze, and then the world disappeared in front of him.

As he was dying, he heard that Digimon lamenting.

"Go to sleep."

Watching the little evil beast turn into a stream of data in front of him, and finally disintegrate into soot and disappear, Pakumon, no, the Digimon that is now Dracomon closed his eyes, calmed down, and continued on the journey.

He knew in his heart that he shouldn't have evolved into this appearance, after all, legendary-level Dracomon, which is considered to be a Digimon of the dark system, is rare in the first place.

And the type of Digimon will affect its own personality, but when he was a Pakumon, he didn't have the idea of ​​bullying other Digimon, and now as a Dracomon, he doesn't have the fear of nothing in his heart prank idea.

Why is he different from other Digimon?

With these unsolvable mysteries in his arms, he embarked on a journey of searching again.

Thanks to his new identity, as a Dracomon, he will no longer be bullied, and even Digimon will run away from him when they see him.

How scary, this is the growth period of daring to paint turtles on the four holy beasts, so stay away.

God knows he never meant to play a prank on anyone.

He is busy looking for someone.

He searched for a long time, so long that he forgot the time, like a wandering soul wandering around the earth, without knowing the direction.

He walked through the endless desert, once fell to the ground dehydrated under the scorching sun, and almost couldn't get up again, and he also saw a different kind of scenery in the oasis.

He climbed one mountain after another, and he felt that each mountain was different, some were rocky, some were densely covered with jungles, some were covered with snow all the year round, and some were as hot as a stove.But if you look deeper, there is no difference.

He has seen seas before, all kinds of seas, some are calm and deep, and some exude thick darkness.He has also seen grasslands, the endless green is like a green sea.

The information in the digital world changes rapidly, sometimes it is a high mountain, sometimes it becomes a deep sea, and the vicissitudes of life in this world are just a matter of a moment.

He often cannot know whether the land he is stepping on has been walked on before.

No one could tell him, no one would even speak to him.

He also feels lonely at times.Probably the only companion is loneliness, and only loneliness is around him in this endless journey.

Finally one day, he encountered a scene that was special enough.

It was on the back of an unremarkable mountain, and a hole opened abruptly and naturally.

The hole looked ordinary at first glance, but Dracomon just felt that there was something different coming out of the hole.

So he stopped hesitating and raised his legs to go in.

The inside of the cave was so quiet that there was not even a breath of living things to be found. It seemed that even the air was frozen here.

He didn't feel scared, but rather pleased.

The endless waiting and searching finally had hope.

As he went deeper into the cave, the light became dimmer, but he felt that his pupils became brighter, like a nocturnal bat.

He could clearly see the gray-green moss on the surrounding cave walls, the water droplets dripping from the stone pillars above his head blooming transparent flowers on the ground, and the road paved with shallow depressions and strange rocks under his feet.

He actually felt at ease.

Wisps of black smoke poked their heads out from the depths of the netherworld, tentatively wanting to touch him.He didn't pay attention to it, and just followed the guidance faintly emerging from his heart to go deeper into the hinterland of the mountain.

The further you go in, the thicker the black smoke becomes.

When he finally came to a relatively spacious place, the black smoke that had maliciously stuck to him suddenly receded like an electric shock, and he was feeling confused when a dark phosphorous fire suddenly lit up around him.

His pupils stimulated by the light turned white and closed subconsciously.When he opened his eyes again, he saw that thing.

The spacious cave like a hall extends in all directions, the ground is flat and the stone walls are clean, as if it has been carefully repaired by someone.

The stone pillar in the middle that supports the ground and the top of the wall is uneven: the gray-purple column is like a tree whose trunk is intertwined as one, growing from the ground to the limit height; it also looks like a burning tree. After applying long wax for at least half an hour, his body was covered with mottled wax marks.

But a hole was dug in its center, and the stone tree became a hollow dead tree.

In that hole was placed something that has always attracted Dracumon.

—a blue-and-white crystal ball held at its center by a tangled, bone-colored support.

At first glance, this crystal ball has no material, and its whole body is glowing with alternating luster of three colors of dark gray, purple and blue. This kind of flowing feeling is a bit like an opal.But it is also like a night pearl, illuminating the entire hall.

As if controlled by the supreme will, Draco walked towards it like a demon, and stretched his hands towards the hole, trying to touch the crystal ball.

Dark armor.

This is his.

His subconscious mind told him so.

The moment his fingernails touched the crystal ball, countless tentacles of digital data emerged from the sphere, and wrapped around him layer by layer like chains.

The black smoke also blows into a hurricane, enveloping the small Digimon.

He suddenly felt that his whole body was in terrific pain, and the data in every place was being broken and reassembled. The pain of being torn and then crushed could not be described in words. Apart from his feeling of loss of consciousness, there was only pain left.

Something is drilling into his body, trying to reorganize with his original data and write new codes.

About to explode?At the end of his life, didn't he also find that person?

He was not reconciled.

If you want to live, at least... see him at least once.

Dracomon clenched its teeth to fight against the severe pain and the newborn code. He wanted to devour the pain, fear and darkness.

I don't know how long this battle of resistance has been stalemate, and he finally absorbed all the power rushing into his body and turned it into his own use.

But also to the limit.

And the world darkened before his eyes.

He didn't know how long he had been asleep, but when he woke up, the mountain had already been buried deep in the ground.

He opened his eyes and felt that his body was filled with endless power, as if the world was in his palm.

Standing up, he found that he had a strong physique. He was no longer a Dracomon, but a big Dracomon.

It is an absurd experience to evolve directly from the growth period to the ultimate body.Looking around, sure enough, the crystal ball was gone.

He knew that it was the dark armor, and he also knew that he had been chosen by the dark.

He controlled the mountain, and turned into a water mirror to look out.

Outside is the world of night, the moon that will never set hangs in the sky, and the land where the moonlight shines is the territory of darkness, collapse and death.

The Dark Domain, this is his territory.

Outside of this area is the station of the virus-species Digimon, and countless virus-species Digimons settle there, they are his people.

He needs to stay here and protect them.

But he seems to be looking for someone, right?He remembered looking for it for a long time.

Forget it, since you haven't found someone after searching for a long time, it would be a waste of effort to find him now.

Better to stay here.

If that person really exists, they will always come to him.

Many years passed.

The big Draco still couldn't count the passage of years, probably for an existence like him that was comparable to eternity, time was worthless.

The digital world has slowly taken shape, with its own world system, regional divisions and war history.

Evolution and non-evolution, human form and animal form, virus species and non-virus species, light and darkness, all kinds of confrontations are sharp and cruel.

But truth be told, it had little to do with him.

His duty is to guard the dark realm, prevent the balance of light and darkness from breaking, and guard the virus-species Digimon that don't take the initiative to cause trouble.

Over time, he was rumored to be the "original virus", and some virus species even called him the "King of Darkness".

After he used his charm to lure Bright Beast, the head of the angel group, to fall, the Seven Great Demon Lords and the Nightmare Corps were established, and countless virus-species Digimon shouted his name.At this point, the dark side of the Digital World is finally united.

His palace rises from the ground, and the sun of his kingdom never rises.

The long years have smoothed his fragility and softness, and he has become the emperor of eternal night with his loneliness.

Until one day, a beautiful human cub with blue-purple long hair, holding the edge of a slightly stained white skirt, looked at him with no fear in his pupils, and even had a mischievous smile faintly.

She answered his question in an elegant but provocative tone.

"I'm looking for my partner."

Simply rampant.

But at that moment, his heart was suddenly filled.

Waiting for half the soul to return,

I don't know heat and cold.

On the way back and forth,

How can I fall into the night.

Sitting in a lonely palace for thousands of years,

Meet each other in a flash.

From now on,

The years in the world are safe.

Thousands of thousands of years ago, searching and searching, tossing and turning, waiting, all had their end.

The meaning of his existence has always been.

Gui Die, Lu Gui Die, Xiao Nong.

He waited, his own half-soul.

For the rest of his life, in the prehistoric universe, he will not be lonely anymore.

The author has something to say: the route of Pakumon not evolving into Dracomon is here to make the male protagonist special.

The evolution route of the Great Draco is jellyfish→fingerclaw→Draco→blood wolf→Matador→Great Draco/jellyfish→fingerclaw→dead beast→blood-sucking beast→dude There are two Raku beasts, but when I first wrote it, I came up with a special evolution route on a whim, but now I forget it, and that's it.Please don't scold.