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POV JewelBeemon.

JewelBeemon, Greg, and Blastmon-Head leaped through the portal, returning to the Digimon World.

JewelBeemon carried a large bag filled with a custom sword, 65 computer orbs, and three Super Armors.

As they arrived, Darcmon greeted them warmly, "Welcome back, everyone. I'm glad to see you all made it back to our world."

Blastmon-Head, with a thoughtful expression, remarked, "That was an enlightening trip. Zoe’s world may lack resources, but their technology is advanced. Conquering it in the future will be interesting."

“I will smite a small baby digimon like you later,” With a smile, Darcmon gestured for them to follow. "Come with me to the decontamination chamber. We wouldn’t want Greg to get sick from any lingering radiation, would we?"

Blastmon-Head groaned, "Ugh, let’s get this over with. I can’t stand the cleaning process."

Darcmon led Greg, JewelBeemon, and Blastmon-Head to the chamber, where they were thoroughly cleansed with chemicals, water, and blow-dried repeatedly to ensure they were radiation-free.

Afterward, JewelBeemon de-digivolved back into Wormmon.

"So, what’s our next move?" Greg asked.

"We’re going to heal the SlashAngemon!" Wormmon announced with determination. “If the Digimon World is in danger I atleast want more strong Digimons on our side.”

Darcmon's eyes widened in shock. "Heal SlashAngemon? Not even the healing mushroom could wake him from his coma."

Greg, puzzled, asked, "How are we going to do that?"

Wormmon replied confidently, "We're going to create a miracle."

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SlashAngemon lay in a bed of flowers, surrounded by a vigilante group of Darcmon who kept watch over him.

He had fallen into a deep, coma-like sleep after opening the portal from the Digimon World to Zoe’s Human World.

Wormmon prepared to wake SlashAngemon from his deep slumber by healing him.

Wormmon, Greg, and Blastmon-Head stood in the room where SlashAngemon rested, while a group of Darcmon watched the scene intently.

Wormmon turned to Greg and said, "Greg, let's get started."

Greg responded, "Digi Armor Energize!"

Greg's left eye lit up with the Crest of Miracles.

Wormmon called out, "Wormmon Armor Digivolve to! Kongoumon!"

With a radiant glow, Wormmon Digivolved into Kongoumon.

Kongoumon declared, "It's time to gather the energy needed for this miracle."

Greg asked, "How long will it take?"

Kongoumon pondered for a moment before replying, "About four hours."

Kongoumon then crossed his legs and sat down on the floor, beginning the process.

Greg, feeling hungry, decided to grab something to eat, and Blastmon-Head followed him, leaving Kongoumon to focus on gathering the necessary energy.
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POV Greg.

Greg wiped the last crumbs from his mouth from the granola bar, feeling the satisfying weight of a full meal. With a contented sigh, he decided it was time to test out the Super Armor.

He pulled the black, skin-tight suit from his backpack, its material gleaming ominously under the flickering torchlight. It looked thin—like a cheap Halloween costume—but Greg knew better. This thing was supposed to be tougher than a tank and strong enough to turn him into a human forklift.

Slipping into the suit was a bit like squeezing into a wetsuit, if wetsuits were designed by mad scientists with a penchant for spandex. Once fully dressed, Greg took a moment to adjust, flexing his fingers and toes like a kid trying out new shoes. The suit clung to him like it had been painted on, making him feel simultaneously powerful and slightly ridiculous.

His eyes landed on the apple he had stashed in his backpack, the last remnant of his meal. A mischievous grin spread across his face as he grabbed the fruit. "Let’s see what this baby can do," he muttered, rolling the apple between his fingers.

With a deep breath, Greg closed his hand around the apple. The suit amplified his strength effortlessly, and before he could even think, the apple crumpled like a cheap soda can, sending juice and pulp splattering in every direction. Greg stared at the mess, a mix of awe and bewilderment on his face.

"Huh, so this is super strength," Greg muttered, still trying to process the fact that he had just obliterated a piece of fruit with his bare hand.

“That’s nothing,” Blastmon-Head chimed in with a smug tone. “I can crush rocks and even metal.”

Greg rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well, I just need to figure out how to turn this suit invisible, and I’ll be unstoppable.”

He concentrated, fumbling with the suit’s controls. To his surprise, the suit did indeed turn invisible—along with everything it covered. Greg blinked, now standing in nothing but his briefs, which were conspicuously visible against the backdrop of an invisible Super Armor.

Greg groaned, feeling a deep sense of regret.

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POV Kongoumon

After four hours of gathering power, Kongoumon couldn't help but wish he had the Holy Ring, which would have made it much easier to accumulate the energy needed to heal SlashAngemon.

Greg, Wormmon, and a large crowd of Darcmon watched as Kongoumon opened his eyes and slowly raised all of his golden vajra toward SlashAngemon. "Vajra," Kongoumon whispered softly.

A brilliant light filled the room.

As the light faded, SlashAngemon still lay motionless on the bed of flowers.

"Did it work?" Greg asked, uncertainty in his voice.

The Darcmon grew increasingly anxious as they waited.

"It will take some time," Kongoumon reassured them.

Minutes later, SlashAngemon began to stir, slowly lifting himself into a seated position.

In confusion, SlashAngemon asked, "What happened?"

"Leader!" the Darcmon shouted in unison as they rushed toward SlashAngemon, surrounding him with hugs and excited chatter, overjoyed to see him awake.

Kongoumon de-digivolved back into Wormmon.

"Good job," Greg said with a smile.

Wormmon, exhausted, replied, "Oh boy, I'm starving. Why did I start gathering power without eating something first? What was I thinking?"

Wormmon then hurried off to satisfy his hunger with some cookies.

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SlashAngemon stood tall, his gleaming armor reflecting the soft light of the torches as he bowed his head in gratitude. Behind him, his subordinates, the Darcmon, followed suit, bowing deeply to Greg, Wormmon, and Blastmon-Head. Their wings fluttered gently, a sign of reverence and appreciation.

"Thank you for healing me," SlashAngemon said, his voice resonating with a powerful, yet serene, timbre.

Wormmon said. "We were happy to help. We could really use someone as strong as you to protect the Digimon World."

SlashAngemon tilted his head slightly, his gaze shifting to Greg, who stood quietly beside Wormmon. "Why not create the new Pillars yourself, Greg? With your power and knowledge, you could guide this world."

Greg shook his head, his expression thoughtful but firm. "I'm not interested in controlling the Digimon World," he replied. "That kind of responsibility isn't for me. I'm just here to help where I can."

Wormmon said in a cheerful tone, "Besides, getting the Super Armor was reward enough for us. We’re just happy to have helped."

SlashAngemon considered their words for a moment before his lips curled into a slight smile. "I see. Then, as a token of my gratitude, allow me to escort you to Zoe's group. It’s the least I can do."

Greg and Wormmon exchanged a glance, both nodding in agreement. "We’d appreciate that," Greg said.

SlashAngemon extended his sword hand, and a radiant energy began to gather around him, swirling and coalescing into a concentrated point before him. With a swift motion, he slashed through the air, and a shimmering cut appeared in the fabric of space. The tear widened, forming a portal that pulsed with light, offering a passage to their destination.

"Follow me," SlashAngemon said, stepping through the portal first, his wings spreading wide as he passed into the other side.

Greg, Wormmon, and Blastmon-Head followed, leaving the chamber behind as the portal closed silently behind them.

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SlashAngemon, Greg, Wormmon, and Blastmon-Head appeared in the campsite to find Zoe holding a broom, quietly tidying up.

Alphamon appeared, readying his sword.

SlashAngemon was the first to speak. “Hello, Zoe. I’m SlashAngemon. I’m the one who opened the portal between the Digimon World and the Human World. I want to apologize and thank you for coming to our world.”

Zoe blinked, staring at SlashAngemon before asking, “Are you disappointed in us?”

“Why would I be disappointed?” SlashAngemon responded.

“Because we brought our problems into this world,” Zoe replied. “I can’t help but feel disappointed in ourselves. Being the last one standing doesn’t mean I was right; it just means I survived.”

SlashAngemon looked at her thoughtfully. “Are you going to save the Digimon World?”

“Yes, I am,” Zoe said firmly. “For myself. For the friends who sacrificed to save me. And for the human world—I want to share this beautiful world with them.”

SlashAngemon nodded. “Would you accept me as your pillar in the Digimon World?”

Zoe smiled. “I will.”

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Inside the tent, Greg and Zoe sat across from each other.

Zoe smiled warmly at Greg and said. “Thank you for going to the Human World and retrieving the computer orbs.”

Greg shrugged, a little embarrassed. “It’s no big deal.”

“You and Wormmon are full of surprises. I was surprised when SlashAngemon was healed.”

Greg chuckled and said, “Yeah, Wormmon is the clever one.”

Zoe gave Greg an intense stare, “Wormmon doesn’t trust me, but you’re different. You trust me.”

Greg hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “That sounds right. Oh yeah. I got a notebook from Miu, Kaito’s sister? This supposedly has information on another Mega Digimon. ”

Greg gave Miu’s notebook to Zoe and said, “Miu also has a message for you. She said she’s sorry.”

Zoe’s expression softened as she accepted the notebook. “I left Miu in tears... She doesn’t need to apologize. But Greg... why do you trust me?”

Greg met her gaze and said, “Because you’re my friend.”

Zoe hummed thoughtfully, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. “A wicked woman could have a lot of fun playing with a heart as trusting as yours.”

“Yeah... I guess she could.”

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POV Wormmon.

Wormmon finally met Ceresmon.

“Hello, Ceresmon. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” Wormmon greeted warmly.

“Hello, Bait,” Ceresmon responded with a gentle smile. “But this isn’t our first meeting—you’ve been living with me for some time now.”

“This is the first time I’m formally introducing myself,” Wormmon replied. “With Gammamon and the others away, I have something for you.”

Wormmon approached Ceresmon and handed her the picture from Miu.

Ceresmon carefully took the picture, her expression softening with a bittersweet smile as she gazed at it.

“It’s been so long since I last saw them,” Ceresmon said wistfully. “You never forget your first human partner.”

“No problem. Miu gave it to me,” Wormmon said.

“Miu... Kaito’s younger sister,” Ceresmon mused. “I met her before—quite the troublemaker. I hope she’s doing well.”

“I’m sure she is,” Wormmon replied with a reassuring tone.

“Thank you for bringing me this picture,” Ceresmon said, her voice warm with appreciation. “It brings back happy memories.”

“If you don't mind me asking. Were you Zoe’s Digimon partner?” Wormmon asked curiously.

“No, I wasn’t,” Ceresmon replied. “Alphamon is Zoe’s partner. With the way the current Digivice works, a human can only have one Digimon partner.”

“I see,” Wormmon nodded.

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Wormmon munched on some fruits that Ceresmon had given him while he waited for Gammamon, Jellymon, and Angoramon to return from the forest.

He moved over to the picnic area, carefully laying out the presents he had brought for the three of them on a soft fabric.

Soon, Gammamon, Jellymon, and Angoramon arrived at the camp, their arms full of dry wood.

“Hey guys, I’m back from the human world, and I brought some gifts!” Wormmon greeted them with a cheerful tone.

Gammamon’s eyes lit up when he spotted the ball on the blanket. He rushed over, grabbed it, and tossed it into the air with excitement. “This ball is so pretty!”

Jellymon hovered over to the game console and smirked. “I’m claiming this one. Wow, is this the latest console?”

Angoramon curiously picked up the music box and opened it. As the sound of a piano filled the air, he froze, whispering softly, “Ruli…” recognizing the piano tune.

Jellymon’s eyes narrowed with suspicion. “Who gave us these gifts?”

“The people from the human world,” Wormmon replied.

“They remember us?” Angoramon asked, his voice tinged with surprise.

“Some bonds are hard to sever,” Wormmon said.

“Yes, they are,” Jellymon added, her tone somber.

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POV Alphamon

Alphamon noticed Zoe sitting under a tree, engrossed in a notebook.

“Zoe, do you know what our next steps are?” Alphamon inquired.

Zoe looked up thoughtfully. “I was planning to track down Marcus and see if we could negotiate his help against Huanglongmon. I’d also thought about asking Bait to convince his wife, AncientMermaidmon, to join us.”

“I don’t trust that brute Marcus,” Alphamon remarked.

“Neither do I,” Zoe admitted. “But with SlashAngemon back and another lead on a Mega Digimon in this notebook, I’m feeling a lot less stressed.”

“Huanglongmon won’t be easy to defeat,” Alphamon warned.

“But we’ll succeed, won’t we, Alphamon?” Zoe said with a playful wink. “You’re my knight in shining armor, after all.”

Alphamon puffed out his chest with confidence. “Of course, Zoe. I won’t fail.”

Zoe smiled warmly. “I know you won’t. We’ll gather everyone we can and win. And when we’ve saved the world, we’ll build a human city here, and everyone will live happily ever after.”

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POV Angoramon.

Angoramon sat quietly in his tent, the soft melody of the music box filling the air. He had listened to it more than a dozen times, each note transporting him back to a time when he was beside Ruli, listening to her play the piano. The music seemed to carry him to those moments, where he could almost feel her presence beside him again.

As he lost himself in the memories, Zoe entered the tent. She moved slowly, gently wrapping her arms around Angoramon in a comforting embrace.

“You miss her, don’t you?” Zoe whispered.

“Of course,” Angoramon replied, his voice heavy with sorrow.

Zoe held him a little tighter. “Do you want to come with me to visit her grave?”

Angoramon hesitated, his eyes fixed on the music box. “I don’t deserve to see her grave… I couldn’t protect her…”

“I know it hurts,” Zoe said softly, her own pain evident in her voice. “And I don’t think I can say anything to make it better. But don’t you want to talk to Ruli? Isn’t there so much you want to say to her? I know there’s so much I wish I could say to Saki at her grave. It’s hard... but maybe we can do it together.”

Before Angoramon could respond, Jellymon and Gammamon entered the tent, their expressions determined.

“We’ll go too,” Jellymon and Gammamon both said in unison.

Angoramon looked down at the music box in his hands, the last notes of the melody fading away. He closed the lid gently and took a deep breath.

“Let’s go visit the graves,” Angoramon finally said, a hint of resolve in his voice.

Zoe told Ceresmon to go closer to Angel Temple to visit the Graveyard.

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POV Wormmon.

The next morning, Greg, Wormmon, and Blastmon-Head were preparing to leave Zoe’s camp.

A small computer orb nestled inside Greg’s backpack would serve as their communication link with Zoe’s group.

“Why don’t you stay a bit longer?” Zoe suggested. “We could take you directly to the tower.”

Wormmon shook his head. “There are so many strange things in the Digimon World. I want to explore it more.”

Greg added, “Yeah, we still haven’t found a perfect solution to our problems.”

Zoe chuckled. “Wormmon already has a solution, but he doesn’t trust anyone else to protect you, Greg.”

Wormmon chimed in, “I’m not abandoning Greg. What Zoe means is that I could return to Earth Bet while you stay safe in the Digimon World.”

Greg looked at Wormmon, concerned. “Buddy, you wouldn’t leave me behind, right?”

Wormmon responded firmly, “Of course not! I’m never leaving you behind!”

Zoe smiled at their bond. “You two are quite the pair. I wish you a safe journey, and thank you for all your help.”

Greg grinned. “No problem. I hope we can meet again.”

As they began to leave, Ceresmon called out, “Come back if you want more fruit!”

Angoramon shouted, “I hope to see you soon!”

Jellymon added with a smirk, “If you die, I’ll resurrect you myself just to kill you again!”

Gammamon waved. “Take care!”

Greg, Wormmon, and Blastmon-Head continue their journey through the Digimon World.