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Just as a terminal without a network can still be used to play music, a junk computer without a network can also be used to perform the most basic tasks of a computer.

"calculate"

And when countless calculations are stacked together, they will become the basic steps that can create miracles.

——Large-scale calculation.

While stacking data, it also gives shape to those data. An old computer contains Gridman/Gulit, an energy life form without an actual body, which is a degradation of the second dimension that allows children to see it from a three-dimensional perspective.

But don’t forget, this world is an electronic world.

Except for Akane Shinjo, everyone is a two-dimensional paper person. There is no distinction between high and low. On the contrary, Gulit himself was defeated in the battle with Alexis and was dismantled and weakened, so that he was hastily. He can only hide all his information in the body of His chosen one.

This is also the reason why Alexis once appeared in reality, but Gullit was always only on the screen, and could only appear when combined with his chosen Yuta Hibiki.

Every time he goes into battle, it's like turning the entire Cuckoo Terrace into a world on the screen.

At this moment, Rikka, Utsumi, and others in front of the screen, including the 'New Century Middle School Students', seemed to be no different from the three-dimensional audience watching the two-dimensional characters fighting on the screen.

But at this moment, Gullit, who was originally only on the screen, appeared among the tall buildings of Dujuan Terrace.

In this sense, this JUNK computer is a tool for dimensionality enhancement.

Bring the illusory characters who can only stay on the screen into reality.

This is also the special nature that Gullit gave this machine.

It carries too much power that does not belong to this world, and blurs the boundaries of dimensions. It also makes Omo place high hopes on it and have a bold idea.

Although he doesn't have the combination of a city dweller like Hibiki Yuta, his own condition is much better than Gullit.

He was just marked and probably ostracized by this universe.

So, the first step is to sneak into the system.

The Digital Soul and Digital Code operation skills that had been practiced for the convenience of Witchmon, and that every Digimon partner should have, six intertwined black data bands appeared between his fingers.

The darkness that seemed to be able to absorb light was a purity that could only be achieved in the digital world through the environment, as if to remind him that he was already in the world of data.

But when he puts his fingers towards the lit screen, the picture that easily sinks into it is a response to him:
  It works!

So, the second step is to try to rewrite the system.

To be honest, Omo has no hacking skills.

He even had to leave the management of the social work library to the Witch Beast, and all technical related matters were outsourced. However, he had made some achievements in the study of source energy, especially paying attention to the various new, weird and improved spells that were born in universities every year.

This also makes many of his energy control skills better than his academic qualifications.

This is not something worth bragging about. After all, as long as you pursue elite education and let your children ponder this aspect from an early age, it is very common for energy manipulation skills to be superior to academic qualifications.

This is not to mention that some parents will tamper with the soul and modify the microchip of their children.

The so-called 'geniuses' who have already jumped to college when they were teenagers appear in the news every year, and occasionally appear on some weird variety shows.

Naturally, Omer did not have that kind of environment and treatment. He just grew up in an orphanage in the Demon Realm District where demons, devils, vampires and other dark groups gathered together.

The concentration of magic power in the atmosphere is a little high, the way the friends joke and play is a little deviant from common sense, and the volunteer workers' spell skills are also higher than the average level of lecturers at the Human Energy School.

Although my talent is neither good nor bad, very average, but there are some areas of interest where I practice more diligently than other areas.

For example, if you try to build an alchemical magic armor golem, you have to learn to program the magic circuit of alchemical life.

Although it is not genius enough, it is enough here.

After all, friends who know Witchmon know that in the world of data, so-called magic is actually code.

In other words, even if you don't understand code, as long as you use magic skills in the data world, you can still achieve the same effect as entering code.

It's just that it requires constant trying, and it's not easy to expand permissions.

The idea of ​​​​connecting Gullit's transformation system to the Beta system is impossible for normal people.

Omo, who just tried to expand a slot for others, was standing in the Cuckoo Terrace Junk Shop on the screen, constantly adjusting different magics to make sounds that were crisp, dull, noisy, or sharp.

——Then, someone else was finally disturbed.

But it is not the members of the Rikka family who may appear off-screen, nor is it Knight and the second generation.

But the next door inside the screen.

"What's the sound!!" Someone seemed to be shouting outside, but the sound was not very clear due to the sound of explosions here. "Ah, sorry, sorry, I'll deal with the sound right away." Omo responded as he stopped, preparing to put up a reinforced sound barrier.

But then I heard another deep and deep voice say: "It seems to be next door."

"Next door? Rikka's brother? Go and have a look."

"Oh! Shouldn't I continue to be in solitary confinement?"

"Go if I tell you to! Of course you will continue to be detained for your own actions!!"

The extremely dissatisfied female voice made Omer startled when he heard it, because he had clearly obtained the fact that the other party was not here from the 2nd generation.

"You are so strict, Xiaoqian. I am obviously doing this for your own good."

"are you going?"

"Oh Duoduo, don't push, don't push, then I'm going to visit - sorry, sorry, excuse me."

In the brief silence, the male voice suddenly approached the outside of the house, which made Omo, who had already frowned and turned into a demon in the sudden magic particles, held the iron coffin in his hand and turned into a giant sword, and the sword pointed towards With the muzzles extending out on both sides.

In the direction he was aiming, there was a long and narrow shadow extending to the door of the store in the sunlight.

With the sound of heavy footsteps and the slight sound of metal collision.

The figure did not go directly to the store entrance.

It seemed that because of his height, it was difficult to pass directly through the store entrance, so he chose to bend slightly, showing a gradually expanding black outline in Omer's field of vision.

"Can I ask if you can--"

When the black blue flame head that I had seen countless times in the Internet room poked out from the door, the eyes covered with dark red lenses on the head also saw the cannons the size of two human heads. mouth.

And the devil with the muzzle.

"Uh……"

boom!
  A dull explosion swept through the newly constructed soundproof barrier, but the other party was not blown away by the cannon.

After some of the smoke dissipated, on the black body, the black cloak covering the opponent's body was not damaged at all, and was replaced by heavy chains that were far richer than in memory.

In this moment of silence, the muzzle of the cannon in Omo's hand was re-accepted by the sword blade, and the red lotus fire light belonging to the resentful ghost was already jumping above, but he heard the familiar voice coming from a far away place again:
  "Kalif! I seem to hear something?"

For a moment, Omer did not swing the sword immediately, and the quiet figure only responded to the voice loudly:
  "...It's okay! Xiaoqian! I told them to stop!"

"It's just disposing of waste!"

Alexis Kelif said this, straightened up, and left Omer's sight.

Just when both parties were extremely relaxed, the sound that should have been far away suddenly became extremely clear.

"Liar, you want to protect the mouse again, right?"

"..." Alexis was silent, not turning around to look at the black-haired girl standing behind him.

"..." Omo was also silent, staring intently at the girl behind him who looked exactly like Akane, except that she had black hair.

In this dead silence, Alexis was the first to break the silence: "How could it be? I just want to be interesting-"

The moment he said these words, the chains around him swayed in his suddenly fluttering cloak, and he waved directly towards Omer!
  "That's it!"

At the same time, the giant sword in Omo's hand was swung out, and the red-hot flames collided with the black chains and disappeared in the smoke.

"Oh? I didn't expect him to run so fast. We have to catch him quickly, Xiaoqian."

"Kailif," the black-haired girl said with a gentle smile, "it's wrong to lie to others."

"…Xiao Qian?"

The chains all over Alexis suddenly began to tighten. Although there was no visible change in Alexis's expression, it became a little difficult to hear the words.

This scene fell into the girl's scarlet eyes. There was neither sadness nor joy, only the smile that was still the same as the template.

"Of course I will catch all the viruses and mice..." She put her hand on the other person's tall body.

Such slender catkins seemed to cause the other party even more pain.

"But if you try to be clever like this again, God won't allow it~"