Digimon: Adventure on Creation Island

On the seventy-ninth day of the fall of Mas City, mutant Digimon were wandering outside the barbed wire fence of the temporary containment area. People say they are the source of disaster, but they forget who pressed the button on genetic modification first. Liu Chen huddled in the leaky tent with Bobo Beast, who was suffering from a high fever, listening to the wanted notice played on the radio in a loop: "If you find a Digimon carrying a forbidden evolution chain, kill it immediately." The former classmate raised his pulse gun, and the Elite Tamer's Mechanical Greymon was hovering overhead. And his Bobomon is mutating: The bone spurs on the right wing penetrated the rusty iron sheet of the school bus, and the coordinate code of the parent's laboratory appeared in the iris of the left eye. The most terrifying thing was the broken memories that flooded into the mind—— A researcher wearing protective clothing knelt in front of the cultivation cabin. The chest of the eight-winged angel beast suspended in the cabin was studded with Bobomon's favorite strawberry hairpin. When the entire shelter sounded the alarm because of its rampage, Liu Chen tightly grabbed the hot ball of fur: "They said you would become a killing weapon" "But I only remember that during the earthquake, you used your wings to protect Xiaoli's unborn brother's stroller." "On the thirty-seventh day of the famine, it was you who stuffed the last evolutionary rations into the palms of the crying orphans." "And now..." The young man raised the sizzling laser blade and pointed it at the crawling mechanical tentacles on the neck of his former class teacher: "It's you who should be afraid, monsters who transform Digimon into weapons."