I Don't Want to Evolve After Being Transmigrated into Angewomon

Moss applauded and congratulated Angewomon on her physical and mental training, but received no response from Angewomon.

No, silence is also a form of response.

Like the calm before a storm, it gathers energy for the coming torrential rain.

The next moment, this energy erupted.

"You bastard!"

The physical exhaustion of the first 24 hours is nothing compared to the mental torment of the next 24 hours, which brings a mix of feelings and emotions, including anger, regret, impatience, grief, and comfort.

Angewomon is going crazy.

Mo Si caught Angewomon's fist and said meaningfully, "Only by undergoing the tempering of 'severing the flesh with a blade and severing the soul with a heart' can one become a true strongman."

Angewomon, seeing her angry straight punch easily caught and hearing Moss's words, laughed out of anger: "What do you mean by becoming a strong person? I still can't beat you."

Mo Si smiled and said, "Because I am stronger, a little bit stronger than you."

"..." Angewomon was speechless.

Is it really just a little bit stronger?

Angewomon was skeptical of this, noting that during the previous 24-hour battle, Moss had remained calm and composed throughout, even occasionally giving her strength.

This level of strength is definitely not just a little bit stronger!

Just then, the goblin came running over excitedly and shouted, "Big sister, we've found a mansion!"

Mo Si asked, "Oh, is there a public bathhouse?"

"Yes." Goblinmon nodded.

Mo Si smiled upon hearing this and took Angewomon's wrist: "Let's go take a bath."

Angewomon was unable to resist Moss's power and could only helplessly be dragged to the front of a mansion.

Mo Si focused his senses and found no unusual aura in the mansion. Upon entering, he found that although there was a lot of dust, the facilities were complete.

In this desolate wilderness, there is a mansion. In the human world, this situation would be completely unreasonable, and could even be the opening scene of a horror movie.

However, this is the digital world.

In the digital world, there can be vending machines in the rainforest, phone booths on the beach, and telephone poles in the desert, so it's not a big deal if there are multiple mansions in the wasteland.

Mo Si pulled Angewomon into the women's bathhouse.

"What kind of training is this?" Angewomon's nerves were on edge. "Could it be that they're trying to make me relax first, and then launch a surprise attack?"

“Good suggestion, but now is the time to really relax.” Mo Si said as he began to remove his armor and suit.

Seeing this, Angewomon realized that she was truly relaxed, but instead of taking off her clothes like Moss, she transformed into Gatomon.

Mo Si suggested, "Maintain Angewomon's state and treat it as the norm. That way, you can train to full power."

Gatomon tensed up and said, "Wasn't the training already over?"

Mo Si said, "Cultivation is endless, and daily life is also a kind of cultivation. Yes, that's it. Hurry up and turn into a Celestial Beast to rub my back."

If it were just Gatomon, it wouldn't be interesting.

"...The last sentence is the real purpose, isn't it?" Gatomon's eye twitched, but it still focused and released its energy, evolving into Angewomon.

She then began to remove her armor and battle suit. After a short while, apart from the eight wings on her back, she was no different from an ordinary human woman.

He's just a little tall.

“You have a beauty mark under your eye.” Mo Si’s gaze moved from bottom to top, finally landing on the corner of Angewomon’s left eye, where there was a small black dot.

Angewomon looked at herself in the mirror and saw that she did indeed have a beauty mark under her eye. Then she looked at Moss, whose face was quite similar to hers, but without a beauty mark.

"Does this... mean I come from darkness?" Angewomon gently touched the spot where her beauty mark was.

"It's just individual differences, don't overthink it. Sit down, I'll scrub your back." Mo Si pulled over two stools.

"Wasn't I supposed to be rubbing your back?" Angewomon instinctively became a little wary.

Mo Si countered, "Do you have any experience in this area?"

Angewomon remained silent.

Mo Si smiled and said, "Please sit down."

Angewomon had no choice but to sit down, her back to Moss.

Moss picked up a towel, soaked it with water and shower gel, and gently placed it on Angewomon's back, rubbing it between the base of her wings to create white foam.

In the steamy bath, Angewomon gradually relaxed and said, "Thank you, senpai."

Mo Si paused, then smiled and said, "We both benefited. You got some training, and I had a great time too."

Angewomon was silent for a moment, then chuckled dryly, "What you said before was just a way to put psychological pressure on me, wasn't it?"

Mo Si said, "Not entirely."

"Which one is true?" Angewomon's heart tightened. Could it be Kari's question? This one is definitely not true.

Mo Si said, "The line about wanting to turn you into a collectible."

Angewomon chuckled, not taking it seriously, thinking it was just another joke.

A moment later, Angewomon blushed and said, "Senior, didn't you say it was just a back scrub?"

His hands are already past his armpits!

Moss said, "This place also needs cleaning."

Angewomon said, "I can do this myself, senior. Now it's my turn to scrub your back."

Mo Si had no choice but to withdraw her hand, turn her back to Angewomon, and say while receiving a scrub, "I caused you a lot of mental torment earlier, and I was also feeling bad. As an apology, you can do the same thing to me."

Angewomon chuckled, "I won't stand on ceremony."

Gatomon grew up with a group of dark Digimon. In the dark world, there is no politeness or courtesy, only decisiveness and plunder.

Even if it evolves into Angewomon, its personality won't change easily.

She finished rubbing her senior's back in the same way, put down the towel, and then, mimicking her senior's actions, slipped her foam-covered hands under his armpits.

Grab onto the senior's leg...

Then, a series of melodious sounds, like weeping and lamenting, echoed in the bathhouse.

Angewomon pondered for a moment and said, "Senior, you seem to be enjoying yourself."

Lying in Angewomon's arms, Mo Si didn't try to hide anything and answered directly, "Yes, indeed."

Angewomon was taken aback by her directness.

Then, with a helpless sigh, he said, "Senior, are you a pervert?"

There are quite a few abnormal Digimon in the Digital World, such as various Digimon that use feces as a means of attack—Snotmon, Poopmon, Abelmon, and so on.

She was no stranger to these kinds of low-level Digimon; although they were from different directions, they were all abnormal.

But now, the senior lying in his arms is a pervert in another sense.

As members of the same species, they differ greatly not only in appearance but also in personality.

This was a revelation to Angewomon.

Mo Si chuckled, "You're too narrow-minded, Angewomon."

—So you didn't deny that it's perverted?

Angewomon thought to herself, then asked, "What do you mean?"

Mo Si said, "Someone once said: A warrior fights, rests, eats, and of course, mates with the stars... By the way, you probably don't understand the meaning of the last word."

“I really don’t understand,” Angewomon said.

Digimon reproduce in a different way than creatures in the human world, so there is no need for them and therefore no research in this area.

Mo Si smiled slightly and said, "Let me, your senior, teach you."

Angewomon declined, saying, "I think it's better not to."

Although I don't understand it, I can still guess a thing or two.

"Is that so? That's a real shame."

Moss asked Angewomon to fetch a basin of water to wash off the foam on their bodies, and then had Angewomon carry her in a princess carry into the bath.

Angewomon did as she was told, looking down at her senior's expression, sensing that her senior was enjoying some kind of pleasure that she didn't know about.

But this happiness probably involves that word, so it's best not to find out.

Stepping into the bath, surrounded by warm water, Angewomon embraced a senior who, being smaller than her, felt like a younger sister.

If only things could stay like this forever.

With that thought in mind, Angewomon stretched out her arms and leaned against the edge of the bathtub, finally experiencing unprecedented relaxation after forty-eight hours of rigorous training.

Next, we need to find the Vampire Beast!