Summoned Into the Digital World With a Beast Partner 81 pages ebook
PROLOGUE – WHAT REMAINS AFTER VICTORY
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PROLOGUE – WHAT REMAINS AFTER VICTORY
The mission was a success.
That was the official record.
The corrupted zone had been neutralized. The signal nest collapsed. The Digital World stabilized—at least on the surface. Kael and Shelter stood among the fading ruins with their Digimon partners, exhausted but alive, surrounded by dissolving fragments of broken data.
They had won.
For a moment, Kael allowed himself to believe that was enough.
Then Garg screamed.
It was not a roar of pain.
It was the sound of something breaking.
Kael turned just in time to see the corruption take hold. Dark code surged up Garg’s limbs like living veins, crawling across his body in violent pulses. His data destabilized instantly—patterns twisting, overwriting, rejecting everything they once were.
“Garg—!” Kael reached out instinctively.
Too late.
The virus wasn’t wild.
It was precise.
It wrapped around Garg’s core like a cage, forcing evolution backward, sideways—wrong. Garg staggered, claws digging into the digital ground as his form glitched violently, eyes flashing between recognition and something empty.
Shelter shouted orders. Digimon moved. Systems flared.
But Garg didn’t fight it.
He looked at Kael.
Just once.
And in that moment, Kael understood the truth with terrifying clarity.
This wasn’t an infection meant to destroy.
It was meant to take.
A rupture tore through the air beside Garg—black, silent, devouring light itself. Before anyone could reach him, the corrupted Digimon was pulled backward, his distorted roar swallowed as the rift collapsed in on itself.
Gone.
The battlefield fell silent.
No remains.
No trace.
No data signature strong enough to follow.
Just absence.
Shelter stood frozen, his Digimon tense beside him, scanning systems that refused to answer. “Kael…” he said quietly. “There’s nothing. No location. No trail.”
Kael didn’t respond.
He was staring at the place Garg had vanished—fists clenched, Digivice shaking violently in his hand. The screen flickered, struggling to reconnect to a partner that still existed… somewhere.
Or so he hoped.
The mission was declared complete.
Shelter was recalled.
Kael was not.
The Digital World shifted around him as systems reclassified his status. Support signals faded. Guidance routes vanished. The world did not expel him.
It abandoned him.
Night—true digital night—fell across the fractured terrain as Kael stood alone in a world that suddenly felt endless. Every sound echoed too loudly. Every flicker of data felt like a ghost.
Garg was still out there.
Corrupted.
Lost.
Possibly becoming something he was never meant to be.
Kael lowered his head.
Then he straightened.
“No,” he said into the empty world. His voice didn’t tremble. “I’m not leaving.”
The Digivice pulsed weakly in response.
Kael activated it anyway.
“If the Digital World thinks I’ll walk away… it’s wrong.”
He took his first step forward—no destination, no map, no allies.
Only resolve.
“I’ll cross every zone. Break every system. Fight every corrupted thing this world throws at me,” Kael whispered, eyes burning with quiet fury.
“Until I find him.”
Somewhere deep within corrupted layers, something stirred.
A Digimon, bound in chains of living code, felt a familiar signal pulse against the darkness.
And for the first time since the virus took him—
Garg remembered his name.
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PROLOGUE – WHAT REMAINS AFTER VICTORY
The mission was a success.
That was the official record.
The corrupted zone had been neutralized. The signal nest collapsed. The Digital World stabilized—at least on the surface. Kael and Shelter stood among the fading ruins with their Digimon partners, exhausted but alive, surrounded by dissolving fragments of broken data.
They had won.
For a moment, Kael allowed himself to believe that was enough.
Then Garg screamed.
It was not a roar of pain.
It was the sound of something breaking.
Kael turned just in time to see the corruption take hold. Dark code surged up Garg’s limbs like living veins, crawling across his body in violent pulses. His data destabilized instantly—patterns twisting, overwriting, rejecting everything they once were.
“Garg—!” Kael reached out instinctively.
Too late.
The virus wasn’t wild.
It was precise.
It wrapped around Garg’s core like a cage, forcing evolution backward, sideways—wrong. Garg staggered, claws digging into the digital ground as his form glitched violently, eyes flashing between recognition and something empty.
Shelter shouted orders. Digimon moved. Systems flared.
But Garg didn’t fight it.
He looked at Kael.
Just once.
And in that moment, Kael understood the truth with terrifying clarity.
This wasn’t an infection meant to destroy.
It was meant to take.
A rupture tore through the air beside Garg—black, silent, devouring light itself. Before anyone could reach him, the corrupted Digimon was pulled backward, his distorted roar swallowed as the rift collapsed in on itself.
Gone.
The battlefield fell silent.
No remains.
No trace.
No data signature strong enough to follow.
Just absence.
Shelter stood frozen, his Digimon tense beside him, scanning systems that refused to answer. “Kael…” he said quietly. “There’s nothing. No location. No trail.”
Kael didn’t respond.
He was staring at the place Garg had vanished—fists clenched, Digivice shaking violently in his hand. The screen flickered, struggling to reconnect to a partner that still existed… somewhere.
Or so he hoped.
The mission was declared complete.
Shelter was recalled.
Kael was not.
The Digital World shifted around him as systems reclassified his status. Support signals faded. Guidance routes vanished. The world did not expel him.
It abandoned him.
Night—true digital night—fell across the fractured terrain as Kael stood alone in a world that suddenly felt endless. Every sound echoed too loudly. Every flicker of data felt like a ghost.
Garg was still out there.
Corrupted.
Lost.
Possibly becoming something he was never meant to be.
Kael lowered his head.
Then he straightened.
“No,” he said into the empty world. His voice didn’t tremble. “I’m not leaving.”
The Digivice pulsed weakly in response.
Kael activated it anyway.
“If the Digital World thinks I’ll walk away… it’s wrong.”
He took his first step forward—no destination, no map, no allies.
Only resolve.
“I’ll cross every zone. Break every system. Fight every corrupted thing this world throws at me,” Kael whispered, eyes burning with quiet fury.
“Until I find him.”
Somewhere deep within corrupted layers, something stirred.
A Digimon, bound in chains of living code, felt a familiar signal pulse against the darkness.
And for the first time since the virus took him—
Garg remembered his name.