I Became a Digimon and Change Worlds Every Month

"Angewomon! Let's fall together!"

Moss suddenly declared, "We'll fall into LadyDevimon, then undergo Mega Evolution into Lilithmon! She's one of the Seven Great Demon Lords—even if she's weaker, we won't have to fear Belphemon anymore!"

Just like the rank advancements in potion-based power systems, different Digimon also had specific evolution requirements. Lilithmon, the Demon Lord representing "Lust," had an obvious evolution condition.

That was… borderline behavior, flirting with corruption!

"What?!"

Angewomon was struck by lightning.

She thought that "getting stronger together" meant researching magic and improving combat skills, but it turned out to be this?!

This Moss—she had saved her! She had thought Moss was a righteous angel, but…

"Stop it!"

Angewomon couldn't control the body, so the only resistance she could offer was a verbal warning. "Stop immediately, or else—I'll scream endlessly in your mind!"

Moss froze mid-action.

Angewomon immediately felt a sense of loss but quickly steadied herself and tried to reason with Moss. "Moss, don't do this. Your Holy Ring will disappear."

The Holy Ring was an accessory possessed by some Holy Digimon, representing their divine nature.

Moss looked at her interface. The probability of evolving into LadyDevimon was still only 1%. She replied, "This is all for survival."

Angewomon remained steadfast. "If survival means falling into corruption, I would rather not live!"

She seemed to have something more important than mere existence.

"…"

Moss fell silent.

Because her heart was racing. Because she felt joy.

She had crossed over into another world, breaking free from the gravity of reality. She wanted to do whatever she pleased—but at the same time, she feared losing herself completely. That's why she had remained reserved, cautious, and ordinary for these past ten days.

But now, things were different.

Inside her was a kind, upright soul—one as bright as the sun.

With such a soul acting as an anchor, she could fly even higher.

Like a kite soaring in the sky—no matter how high it flew, it wouldn't lose balance because there was still a string tethering it. That string was a constraint, yes, but also a source of security.

Humans instinctively seek security.

And for Moss, Angewomon's soul had become her safety net—her emergency brake in case she ever went too far.

"!?"

Angewomon felt Moss's heartbeat speed up. Seeing Moss remain silent, she worried that she had spoken too harshly and hurt Moss's feelings.

After all, despite her questionable actions, Moss had saved her life.

She should be gentler, guide her onto the right path.

That was the righteous thing for an Angewomon to do.

As Angewomon pondered how to comfort Moss, a strange pleasant sensation crept into her mind.

She immediately yelled in embarrassment, "I said stop it!"

Moss casually replied, "Relax, I'm not trying to make you fall—just enjoying some daily comfort. Feels nice, right?"

…It did feel nice.

Wait, no—how was she so skilled at this?! How many times had she done this before I woke up?!

If Angewomon still had a physical form, her face would be burning red. After a moment of silence, she declared, "Even if it feels good, it's still not allowed!"

Moss walked to the bathroom, spread her arms in front of the mirror, and said, "Look at this—this chest, this waist, these legs, this ass. If we don't appreciate it ourselves, are we supposed to let others enjoy it instead?"

Angewomon reflexively countered, "Don't you feel any shame?"

Moss chuckled. "It's just the two of us here. I already see you as my second personality—if I'm just being honest with myself, what's there to be ashamed of?"

…Second personality?! You're the intruder here!

Angewomon was fuming internally, but since Moss was being so sincere, she spoke her mind too. "This is too perverted."

"And what's wrong with being a pervert?"

She said it with absolute confidence.

Angewomon really wanted to take a deep breath in frustration, but since she couldn't control the body, she had no choice but to accept the reality—that her lifesaver and mind-sharing partner was a certified pervert.

"…I get it now." Moss turned away.

"What do you get?" Angewomon had a bad feeling.

Moss let out a low chuckle. "Time to show you something even more perverted."

"Wait!"

Seeing Moss about to tear off the roof, Angewomon finally gave in and said, "Fine! I get it now! Since this is our body, we should be the ones enjoying it!"

"Haha, now you understand." Moss grinned in satisfaction.

Plan succeeded.

Her little daily pleasure was saved.

Ooh!

Angewomon shuddered.

Moss added, "The weak drown in indulgence, which is why they must abstain. True strength is controlling desire—to remain yourself despite temptation. This is a trial. Only by enduring seven layers of temptation can you become truly strong."

Angewomon thought about it. That… made sense.

Instead of suppressing lowly pleasures, maintaining self-control despite indulging could also be a form of willpower training.

If I endure this trial, I can become a Seraphimon!

Angewomon resolved herself.

Moss stepped out of the dorm.

Angewomon worriedly asked, "Where are you going?"

"Relax, I won't do anything crazy."

She had just been messing around before.

Moss decided to get to know more about this Fairy Tail world, meet the Fairy Tail guild members, and then return to the library to continue studying magic.

Even though she had already mastered Take Over Magic, she still needed to learn about its advanced applications.

After a full day of training, she had dinner at the guild, returned to her dorm, washed up, and lay down to sleep.

Before closing her eyes, she told Angewomon, "Good night."

"Good night." Angewomon replied.

On the first day of meeting her "new roommate," she had discovered that her body was controlled by a pervert.

The only comforting thing was that Moss didn't try to hide her nature—she was completely honest about herself.

That meant Moss still had a quality known as "innocence", which meant she could still be saved.

That gave Angewomon a sense of purpose—a mission to redeem this pervert.

The next day, Moss woke up, stretched, then walked to the window, opening it to feel the cool morning breeze.

Today, she felt better than any previous morning.

"Huh? My magic power seems a little stronger than yesterday."

That made her even happier—but also curious. Normally, sleep only restores magic, not enhances it.

"After you fell asleep, I was able to control the body," Angewomon explained.

"Ohh, that's great!"

Moss didn't mind at all. After all, she was the only one who might act recklessly—Angewomon was the cautious one.

If Angewomon took over while Moss slept and continued training, then it was essentially a training speed multiplier.

Double training speed!

Amazing!

Angewomon added, "Last night, I tried practicing Take Over Magic."

Moss was intrigued. "Did you have a soul to Take Over?"

Without a soul, Take Over Magic couldn't be used effectively. But they had only just learned it yesterday—where would they find one?

Angewomon answered, "My own."