The storm in the Digital World, after seven days of turbulent events, has finally come to an end.
After personally dealing with Yamato and Sora, Taichi returned to the Digital World, mass-producing large numbers of Digimon armies and Envy Digimon in preparation for searching for other Metal Empire's ruins.
Aside from him, Koshiro obtained the coordinates of the Ten Legendary Warriors Digimon.
Starting with 'AncientGreymon', he began step by step to read their core data, growing rapidly.
Hikari delved deep into Homeostasis, and its vast knowledge base required a long time to consume.
It would take at least a month to possibly completely take it over.
On the enemy's side, Yggdrasil was jittery, and the Royal Knights firmly guarded their respective territories, wary of the army Homeostasis might launch at any time.
As for the Seven Great Demon Lords and Apocalymon, some harbored ulterior motives, some lurked in the shadows, some were filled with boundless rage.
But no matter what, for a short time, there shouldn't be any major moves.
The Digital World entered a period of calm… the lull before the storm.
In the group chat:
[True Love Is Agumon: I'm really grateful to the Boss and Kurai-san for this incident. Without their help, I might have died in some corner long ago.]
[This Queen Is So Beautiful: You really should thank the Group Owner properly. We've only seen him busy running around for you lately, we didn't even dare to speak.]
[Cat Burglar: +1. jealousy.JPG]
[Young Master of the Demonic Sect: Hmph, the incompetent always like to trouble the Group Owner. Someone like me, who knows how to be grateful, silently sends red packets without asking for anything in return.]
[Ding! Young Master of the Demonic Sect has sent an exclusive red packet.]
[Dark Group Owner: Haha, the Young Master is generous. @True Love Is Agumon, hinting with eyes.JPG]
[True Love Is Agumon: Boss, it's not that I don't want to send a red packet, it's just that conditions are limited right now. I promise you, Boss, once I find a suitable Digimon, I'll definitely send it to you first!]
Digital World.
Taichi looked at his base in ruins and shook his head helplessly...
His family fortune was wiped out.
Over these seven days, a series of grand plans and layouts, while yielding great gains, had also consumed almost all of the foundation he had painstakingly accumulated.
If he wanted to send Hattori a red packet, he would have to wait until the time of turmoil began to make plans.
[Dark Group Owner: Haha, I was just joking. Just remember it.]
[Dark Group Owner: By the way, @The Nap-Loving Sharpshooter, Nobita, you haven't shown up for a long time. How are you? Homesick?]
Parallel World.
Hattori suddenly realized Nobita hadn't sent a single message in seven whole days.
'He couldn't have starved to death on a desert island, could he?'
[The Nap-Loving Sharpshooter: Group Owner, no need to worry about me. I'm doing great! Life here is way too fun, I'm not homesick at all!]
Nobita's Dimension, an uninhabited island in the Pacific.
Nobita lay in a comfortable, well-ventilated 'Wallpaper Room', blown by a 'Simulated Fan', watching 'Cosmic TV'.
He chuckled while typing his reply.
Doraemon's tools are just too amazing!
At first, he was a bit timid, unsure how to use them.
But after some exploration, he had mastered the use of many convenient, magical tools for daily life.
For example, the 'Wallpaper Room'… a single book contained thousands of rooms in different styles. Changing to a different style house every day was both comfortable and aesthetically pleasing.
For example, the 'Simulated Fan'… it could blow natural winds from various environments. It was cool, and he didn't have to worry about catching a cold, the temperature could be adjusted freely.
Or 'Cosmic TV'… watching TV programs from all over the universe, automatically translated into subtitles Nobita could understand. It was incredibly fun.
With just a few tools, Nobita was living a life of blissful forgetfulness.
As for Doraemon, his family, Shizuka...
At least for the time being, Nobita couldn't really be bothered to remember them.
[Dark Group Owner: I'm glad you're happy. See, it's all thanks to my suggestion back then, right?]
A smile curled on Hattori's lips as he spoke softly.
[The Nap-Loving Sharpshooter: Of course! It's all thanks to the Group Owner's suggestion. Otherwise, I could never have dreamed of such a comfortable and happy life in my wildest dreams.]
Nobita took a big bite of an ice pop retrieved from the 'Portable Restaurant', an expression of extreme comfort and intoxication on his face.
Parallel World.
Hattori looked at Nobita's cheerful message and nodded slightly.
'It seems Nobita hasn't passed the excitement phase yet, he's still in the stage of being carried away.'
'This is the perfect time to acquire a few more magical tools.'
[Dark Group Owner has started a private chat.]
[Dark Group Owner: Nobita, everyone in the Darkening Chat Group helps each other out. I put so much effort into helping Taichi, and for you, I also gave the suggestion that was most in your interest. Don't you think you should...]
[The Nap-Loving Sharpshooter: Group Owner! I know! I actually wanted to find a chance to send you a red packet a long time ago, but I've just been having too much fun lately and forgot. Hehe.]
[The Nap-Loving Sharpshooter has sent a red packet.]
[The Nap-Loving Sharpshooter has sent a red packet.]
'Wow, two tools sent in a row.'
While inwardly delighted, Hattori also roughly gauged Nobita's attitude towards him.
After seven days of unrestrained living, Nobita, having truly experienced the benefits, genuinely trusted him now.
Judging by the promptness and generosity of the red packets, Nobita probably regarded him as a close confidant on par with Doraemon.
[Dark Group Owner: Knowing to repay kindness is a good kid. If you ever need help in the future, I definitely won't treat you poorly.]
[The Nap-Loving Sharpshooter: Hehe, I'm fine with just these tools for now... Wait, I got to go! The Interstellar Superhero cartoon is starting!]
Click.
Nobita's avatar instantly turned grey, his consciousness had clearly left the group chat.
'This kid, still so immature.'
Hattori shook his head with a smile.
He wasn't in a particular hurry about Nobita's path to darkening.
This Child of Destiny, born in a higher-level dimension, needed a relatively long period of polishing and transformation before he could recognize what he truly wanted in his heart and embark on the path of darkening.
And during this period, it was the best time for Hattori to harvest magical tools.
"Enough thinking for now. Opening the red packets is the priority."
Parallel World, Hattori's home.
Looking at the three red packets sent by Hei Xiaohu and Nobita, a look of anticipation appeared on Hattori's face as he clicked them open one by one.
[Ding! you have obtained a bottle of 'Blood Demon Madness Pills' sent by the Young Master of the Demonic Sect.]
'Blood Demon Madness Pills?'
Hattori looked at the sinister, blood-red pills in the bottle, resembling fresh blood.
A trace of wariness appeared on his face.