Digimon: I'm Not Chosen, So I Hitch a Ride on Taichi's Evolution

Ride the protagonist group’s coattails and fill up his own evolution meter. On File Island, no human knows better than he does where the Dark Gears come from, and no one is more certain that a controlled Perfect-level Digimon is stuck beneath the factory. With every step he takes toward Andromon, Candlemon’s data grows more restless. The children think he’s just trying to find his way home. Only he understands that he’s waiting for an opportunity that might leave even someone with a Digivice unable to escape unscathed. Staying close to the protagonist group always meant he could pick something up. He had reached that conclusion back in the Village of Beginnings. The moment Taichi shouted for evolution, Candlemon stood at his feet, and the sensation of overflowing data almost seemed to drag all the light in the corridor toward him. A human who wasn’t on any Chosen Children list was using someone else’s holy light to fill his own evolution meter. There were more undiscovered anomalies deep inside the mechanical factory, and the black markings in Andromon’s eyes were nowhere near fully cleansed. He had to act faster than Taichi, so he could swallow all the energy from this round into the core of his own clone before the real deal even realized what was happening. This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.