Chapter 6: The Digimon Is Hatched (Please vote and add to your favorites...)

A Beast returned to the real world once more. He wasn’t averse to witnessing his Digimon break free from its digitized egg within the game, but unfortunately, judging from his own calculations, his glasses were likely about to run out of power again. After all, this time, the charge was incomplete.

As he exited, he found that the battery indicator was already down to three percent. Had he lingered a moment longer, he would have been abruptly disconnected.

Afterward, A Beast left home and soon appeared at the entrance of an internet café.

“Old Wang, you’re back again. I told you, your computer at home is broken—why not just buy a new one? Coming here every day isn’t exactly ideal.” As soon as A Beast stepped inside, he heard a man’s voice from behind the counter.

“Spare me the chatter—my usual spot.” A Beast promptly took out ten yuan, placed it on the counter, and headed toward a particular computer.

He had spent the past two days here, mainly researching the customs and everyday knowledge of this world. However, it had whittled down the one hundred twenty yuan he’d scavenged from the Realm of Kings to just twenty. Forty had gone to meals, while the remaining sixty had vanished in this café.

In truth, the Realm of Kings had once owned an ancient laptop, but unfortunately, on the very day A Beast arrived in this world, it broke beyond repair. Since the Realm of Kings rarely needed a computer, buying another hadn’t crossed his mind.

Settling into his usual spot, A Beast powered up the computer and accessed the official website of the Digimon Corporation, navigating to the equipment purchase page. Without hesitation, he ordered a Qi Refining-grade standard gaming helmet.

A chat window appeared on the screen. The top line read: [Qi Refining-grade Standard Gaming Helmet, price ten thousand yuan. Would you like to purchase?] Beneath were two buttons: “Yes” and “No.”

A Beast clicked “Yes” at once, prompting a new page asking for his phone number and address. He glanced at it, then filled in the address and number for the Realm of Kings.

Next came payment. Fortunately, he had already withdrawn two hundred of the one thousand in-game gold coins, exchanging them for twenty thousand yuan. He transferred ten thousand yuan directly.

[Congratulations on your purchase. We will ship from the nearest logistics station, and your item is expected to arrive within three days.] Upon successful payment, this message appeared, then gradually faded from the screen.

Having completed his business, A Beast still had some time left from the ten yuan he’d paid. He opened other pages and continued his research as before. When his time was up, he finally left, by which point night had fallen. After all, ten yuan lasted a long time in such a shabby internet café.

“Grrr...” As he stepped outside, his stomach issued an angry roar. He paused, thinking that now he had money, he shouldn’t shortchange himself. So he treated himself to a meal before returning to his room.

Once back, A Beast logged into the game again. The moment he entered, he found a figure lying on the bed within the game world. Quietly, he gazed upon it—it was himself, “A Beast.”

[Greetings, this is a rare Digimon. Please name it.] As his gaze fell on “A Beast,” a screen appeared above the figure, with an input field.

“Are you sure you want to name it A Beast?” Instinctively, he typed the name, but his watch suddenly spoke up.

A scene flashed through his mind: In a future battle with an enemy, the opponent might suddenly say, “A Beast, come at me!” Then he would reply, “I doubt you can handle it. A Beast, attack!” At that point, his Digimon “A Beast” would move, but the enemy would clarify, “I meant you—not him.” Such situations, though rare, were not impossible.

“So, are you sure you want to name it A Beast?” The watch asked again.

This time, A Beast ignored the watch, quietly observing the Digimon lying on the bed—his own avatar, almost like a younger brother. Ultimately, he pressed confirm.

“I’m certain I’m not the only one who does this,” A Beast chuckled softly.

Indeed, he wasn’t. As mentioned before, this game world was a paradise for Digimon fans, and most people named their partners something-beast. The Flower Fairy Beast he’d encountered previously had been so named because someone had already claimed the name Flower Beast, forcing her to settle for Flower Fairy Beast.

So, here’s the question: Would the player named Flower Beast someday possess a Digimon called Flower Beast? Highly likely. If she’d adopted that name, it signaled her fondness for the creature—and, given the chance, she would surely capture one.

Therefore, since he wasn’t alone in this practice, why bother changing? Besides, A Beast wasn’t keen on altering his own name.

[Your naming has succeeded!]

As the system prompt chimed, the A Beast lying on the bed opened his eyes and looked at the A Beast standing beside him. Their gazes met, and both smiled.

[If only it could enter battle mode...] A Beast thought, glancing at his Digimon on the bed.

The reason was simple: he didn’t want others to realize how human-like his Digimon was. Digimon resembling humans weren’t unheard of, but the uncanny similarity could invite unnecessary trouble.

At that moment, the Digimon sensed something and slowly climbed out of bed, switching to battle mode and quietly standing beside A Beast.

[Can you read my thoughts?] A Beast wondered, looking at his Digimon companion.

“Yes,” Digimon A Beast nodded, his eyes, shining through his armor, meeting A Beast’s own.

For a while, the two smiled again.