[Dark Group Owner: If I'm not mistaken, it should be Yggdrasil forcibly implanting shards of Apocalymon into a certain Digimon, corrupting the barrier between the real world and the Digital World, causing the gate to open again.]
Hattori typed calmly and slowly.
What he described was precisely the main plot of Digimon Adventure Tri:
Mochizuki Meiko's Meicoomon, infected by Apocalymon's shards, corrupts the real world, shattering the barrier between the two worlds.
The Chosen Children from back then reunite, activating Crests like Friendship, Love, and Courage to defeat the darkened Meicoomon and resolve the crisis.
That was supposed to be the original script.
But with Hattori's intervention, Taichi was gradually darkening.
This time, the story's ending might be different.
[True Love Is Agumon: Apocalymon? Wasn't he defeated by us back then? How can he come back?!]
Taichi was shocked.
Currently, his darkening progress was only 30%.
Despite his immense hatred towards Yamato and Sora, he still held a shred of nostalgia for his former mission.
[Dark Group Owner: @True Love Is Agumon, After all you've been through, do you still not understand?]
[Dark Group Owner: Apocalymon cannot be defeated. He is born from the resentment of discarded Digimon and the dark thoughts of the disappointed in the real world.]
[Dark Group Owner: As one who was once disappointed, perhaps you yourself, in your midnight dreams, are providing energy for Apocalymon. As long as the world remains as unfair as it is now, Apocalymon will never be destroyed. He will be reborn again and again, returning time after time!]
Reading the Group Owner's deafening words,
Taichi trembled all over. The values he had held for many years
Collapsed, transformed, sublimated.
Many years ago, he was a Chosen Child.
He thought the world was pure.
Evil was always evil, and justice would always triumph over evil.
But as he grew up, Taichi discovered the truth wasn't like that…
"Hmm, the child is a good child, but the matter of schooling is a bit difficult to handle."
When entering middle school, that bald principal looked greedily at his mother's wallet, a sly smile on his face.
"I'm sorry, non-members are not allowed inside."
The waiter in an elegant suit, arrogant and domineering, stopped Taichi with a haughty expression.
He looked at the gate, the same gate Sora and Yamato had just stepped through.
That clubhouse was resplendent, dazzling with lights and vibrant with music.
Outside, Taichi, in his ordinary tracksuit, hugged his knees and silently watched the inside.
He waited all night in the cold wind.
Perhaps he should have realized it sooner.
Taichi looked at his palm, his eyes gradually turning cold.
Social class.
Bloodline.
Family background.
Talent.
Countless boundaries shattered 'good' and 'bad' into countless fragments.
Those fragments were named 'Money', 'Vanity', 'Materialism', 'Betrayal', 'Exploitation', 'Discrimination', and so on.
He once thought Yamato, who possessed the Crest of Friendship, was his lifelong best friend.
But the result was:
"Ah, what did you say? I have a date right now. Let's talk later."
The lines of their lives grew further and further apart.
Yamato came from a wealthy family and was handsome.
He was the center of attention at dances, the dream guy in the girls' eyes.
Even without giving any sincerity, without putting in the slightest effort, he could obtain the life Taichi dreamed of with just a wave of his finger.
Was it fair?
Was it acceptable?
Why couldn't the world tolerate such thoughts? Why were these resentful thoughts called 'the Demon King who destroys the world'?
'So, that's how it was.'
Taichi laughed.
He laughed coldly, bone-chillingly.
'The world did not welcome down-and-out losers.'
'To protect people like Yamato, people like Sora, it had to destroy the resentment.'
It had to use children who understood nothing to wipe out Apocalymon, who represented 'evil', again and again.
'No wonder.'
'Once Chosen Children reached a certain age, they were no longer accepted by the Digital World.'
'Because they were afraid of being discovered.'
'As children grew up and discovered the truth of the world…'
'They would realize that so-called saving the world was just a lie.'
'Apocalymon could not be destroyed.'
'But generation after generation of children would forever become tools for those in power.'
[True Love Is Agumon: Group Owner Boss, I understand now. Apocalymon is not my enemy, and those people in the real world are not my friends either.]
[True Love Is Agumon: The existence of people like Yamato is an inherent injustice the real world can never erase. Humanity has spent thousands of years pondering this question and still has no answer.]
[True Love Is Agumon: However, there is one unfinished plan worth trying.]
A strange smile curled on Taichi's lips.
[True Love Is Agumon: That is to become the one and only supreme ruler.]
One above all, ten thousand bow below!
Whether in the Digital World or the real world, only one voice is needed.
And that voice is Taichi's.