Word Number：413 Author：HLMBEST Translator： Release Time：2026-04-09

　　Fifteen years ago, at Cambridge University, I fell in love with a girl. Hindered by my status as an international student and a Jew, I didn't easily express my feelings to her. I merely watched from the sidelines, silently guarding her.　　At the Christmas party toward the end of that same year, she made her relationship public. The lucky guy was a boy from the college's publicity department. The two of them had met in Midgard and developed their feelings there, which made perfect sense as to why I hadn't noticed a thing. Coincidentally, I had also registered a Midgard account at the time, but I rarely logged in, treating it merely as an alternative weekend pastime. Even though I was a full stage behind them—still stuck as a Champion-level Dobermon—I didn't feel there was any fundamental difference between us. Since our outward appearances were all masked by Digimon avatars, theoretically, there shouldn't have been any major disparity.　　He was Aegiochusmon, and that girl was Angewomon. Their picture-perfect romance was universally known within the Order of Holy Knights at the time; practically everyone praised them as rising stars. Even their Guild Master believed that if their trajectory continued, they could easily surpass the Red and Blue Duo and become the defining elites of their generation. As a member of the Nether Club, however, I didn't possess the qualifications to enter the territory of the Order of Holy Knights. I was only fit to hide outside their guild borders every day, or stalk their footsteps into the bushes—staring, gazing, listening, thinking, pondering, smiling foolishly, envying, and seething with jealousy... right up until the day they evolved to the Mega level and, in front of their entire guild, announced their engagement.　　I was consumed by sheer fury, yet utterly helpless. Who was to blame but myself for lacking the power to stand against him?　　I chose to swallow my pride and endure the humiliation, but in my heart, I never let him off the hook. Nursing a chest full of suffocating resentment, I planted the seeds of revenge. All it needed now was time to germinate. All I had to do was quietly wait for it to bear fruit.　　During that period, I don't know what possessed me, but I actually took the initiative to approach them, staging an entrance under the guise of an absolute stranger. Thanks to the protective anonymity of our Digimon skins, there was no way they co