Digimon: King of Revenge Short Stories Series (Futile Struggle)

by Wolf Vagrant

This is my first time writing novel, I am also a foreigner, please give me advice, i would like to accept them very much. This digimon novel is a science fiction, without human beings, the reason will be claimed in the novel. It may be dark, please prepare for it. I promise I won't give it up, just a bit slow as i am still a student. Thanks a lot

1. plot1

Revenge of King

Short Stories

Rebuilding Era 74 Olar System Jupiter DRDA Base

Arnold Arman was standing among the purple-dark universe silently, millions of stars surrounded him. No one knows how far exactly those lights derived from those star traveled—maybe hundreds of, thousands of, even millions of light years. Right now, they all came, shining with weak light, on this shoutmon.

He wrapped himself with black cloak, hide his eyes behind a dark blue brim glass, and his deepest thought behind the fierce eyes. Although he suffered from Bodychangingsymptom IV for a lot time, his eyes was still revealing with unusual energy, the basic, dark, cool energy. Bloody red eyes proved that he was away from childishness for a long time—although it has been almost several hundred years since he was born, he was hibernating for a long time after arriving the real world, to others, he was still a kid. But according to the thought, he is the oldest.

But no matter who you are, olds, kids, disabilities or anything else, the rules of revenge won't change. They won't pity on anyone. In order to survive in this mirky universe, things you need to do, are to utilize all emotions and cover your heart, your cool, cruel and dark heart, and, crucially, uncovered it at the most suitable time. All these things should be done seriously without any mistake, so that you can triumph.

Beneath him the Milky Way was whirling, abyss of the darkness plagued across billions of light years, witnessed all the tragedy, listened all the cries, enjoyed all the revenges, devoured all the peace, and left remaining nothing, or dead silence. Not too far away, propelled by anti-material engine, the whole fleet dashed across the Jupiter. Artificial light and natural light mixed together, forming a vast star river, performing a light but also dark melody.

But right now, Arman had no time to enjoy the view of the universe. He focused on a small informational window floating not too far away, devoured by the universe. Several big red shining arrows marked a spaceship approaching to Pluto.

It was STARS.