The Once King 2

You stared at the device for a second before old instincts kicked it. You had slacked off a lot in your training since returning to the real world, especially because it was so much harder to gain results in the physical world, on top of your lack of motivation. But, you were still in top form and unless you were facing a training savant, which was unlikely, you had all you needed.

Acting quickly, you surged forward and grabbed the Bakemon by one of its clawed hands still shielding its eyes and jerked it forward, right into the path of your fist.

Bakemon grunted in pain, flinching again from your strike. It allowed you to jerk and pull it around and bury your foot in its back and launch it inside your apartment.

It slammed into the floor with a groan, and made to get up, but you jumped forward and buried your knee into its back, driving it into the pristine and glistening mahogany flooring of your hallway, hard.

While it was stunned, you turned to the coat rack and pulled one of your school ties off and pulled its clawed hands behind it and tied it at the wrist before it could recover. Then repeated with a second tie, and then a third, until you could get your hands on some rope. You had to deliver a hard punch into the back of the Bakemon's head as it struggled, but managed.

You stood up with a huff of breath and pulled your front door shut. For now, it seemed this was the only Bakemon on your floor, so you had some time.

"Now, I think I'm going to need some answers." you spoke evenly, narrowing your eyes at the groaning form of the tied up ghostly digimon on your hall floor.

"W-why the v-violence?" Bakemon stuttered, raising up a bit to look at, "I asked nicely...d-didn't I?" it said, before flopping down onto its face again.

"Sorry instinct," you apologized, a bit abished, but not much. "I wasn't exactly expecting a Bakemon to turn up at my door in the human world."

"..S'fine.." Bakemon mumbled into the mahogany flooring, "I understand."

Now you actually felt bad about the rough treatment. Sighing, you walked over and picked it up and sat it on a stool small table where you left your keys when you came in.

"..Ah..thank you." the ghostly digimon dipped its large oval heard forward and thanked you.

You shook your head, "So what's going on here?" you asked, "Why are digimon in the real world? What happened to Floatia?"

Bakemon blinked, "Floatia? The kids story of that old flying city? That has nothing to do with anything, odd that a human knows of it though," the champion level ghost mused, "As for why we're here, we came on the orders of Lord Myotismon, to find and dispose of the eighth child of the digidestined before they came a threat to him."

..What? Lord Myotismon? You'd met a few Myotismon before. They had some decent power, but their physicals weren't the greatest. Many of them were quite pleasant fellows, Myotismon from the Haunted Castle even taught you how to dress better to make yourself look good and presentable as a king. He was very stylish. How the hell did a Myotismon get to the real world even? And what was a digidestined?

Bakemon's eyes flickered to your wrist and it sighed as it eyed the grey device that had become of your V-pet, "It's just my rotten luck I'd be the one to run into the Eighth child," it shook its head, "And he didn't even need his partner digimon to bring me down, just did it himself....hah...I suck. I didn't even want to do this."

So it was forced into this? You filed that away for now and instead held up your wrist, "You know what this thing is?" you asked.

"You don't?" Bakemon asked, puzzled, "It's your digivice is it not? Lord Myotismon explained to us that it allowed the Digidestined to digivolve their digimon all the way up to the champion level as they pleased, and skip over the processes digimon normally have to go through, and with their crests, Myotismon has yours by the way, it allowed them to even reach the Ultimate Level."

Your jaw dropped as you processed the information dropped on you.

...What?

........WHAT!?

Skip the processes? You'd found a way to do that yourself, but only at specific levels, and the creation of items needed for that took a lot of time to make. What kind of bullshit was this you were hearing? You needed to study the data of digimon religiously, memorize mind numbing amounts of data, and take days, even weeks to create any of the items needed. And that was with Andromon's and Giromon's knowledge helping you. Before that, you had to raise your digimon up and fill all the requirements needed for them to digivolve.

....But apparently these people just had items that let them skip it all? And they just were given to them, if the way yours came about was any confirmation.

'That's such bullshit!' you growled internally. It took a moment for you to calm yourself. A king after all cannot lose his composure so easily, especially for something so minor as jealousy. So what if they had such cheaty and easy ways of digivolving handed to them. Digivolving only enhanced what was there already. If they did not train their digimon, their digimon would be lack-luster compared to the ones of the same level that put all their effort into achieving the digivolution.

You shook your head, "What about the Digital World itself?" you asked, "Who's the ruling power there now?"

"What weird questions," Bakemon mused before shaking its head, "Well, better than having your partner delete me I guess. Lord Myotismon is the ruling power on the continent of Server. Etemon used to be a contender, but he was killed by the Digidestined. And Devimon ruled File Island for a long while, but he was killed by the Digidestined as well."

Your legs trembled and you almost collapsed at the sheer shock of what you just heard. File Island was a massive super continent! Devimon, as in the guy who sold you food, ruled over that? And the way this Bakemon referred to Server as a continent yet File Island as an island still, meant Server was bigger. And yet, a Myotismon ruled it?

'What the hell happened to my kingdom!?' you thought in outrage. For a moment, you saw red. What happened to the kingdom you invested so much time in, fighting while shedding tears and blood to protect?

You might have just started thrashing the ever loving shit out of the house around you, if Bakemon did not speak up, "...So....I don't suppose you'll spare me and not kill me?" the ghostly champion asked, breaking you from your haze of rage, "Lord Myotismon forced me to work for him, I don't wanna hurt anybody."