I Became a Digimon and Change Worlds Every Month

"As expected of you, Moss! Now I'm going all out!"

Mirajane's face twisted into an excited grin, her magic surging wildly—

Then, it burst forth!

Dark magic flooded out, forming a massive claw.

"Dark Surge!"

A colossal wave of darkness rushed toward Moss, engulfing everything in its path.

Makarov's Observation

From below, Makarov watched with astonishment.

"That girl… Mirajane has already grasped Dark Magic?"

Ever since she mastered Satan Soul, Mirajane's magic had transformed into demonic energy.

However, using and controlling that power for combat required learning Dark Magic.

Yet, Mirajane had never formally trained in it before.

For her to instinctively use Dark Magic now—

It meant she had naturally awakened its secrets.

"What incredible talent!"

As for the common belief that Dark Magic was evil—

Makarov, like most wizards, never subscribed to such thinking.

Darkness was just an element—not inherently wicked.

"Satan Soul's dark magic is incredibly powerful. Moss, how will you respond?"

Makarov's eyes gleamed with anticipation as he watched the elegant angel take on the overwhelming force of darkness.

Counterattack

Moss gazed at the approaching Dark Surge—

No time to summon Heaven's Bow, but no need to panic.

She calmly pressed her hands together—

A gentle pink glow formed between her gloved left hand and her bare right hand.

"Heaven's Purple Light!"

With a sweeping motion, a cross-shaped beam of soft purple light shot forward.

This holy power was specifically effective against darkness and evil.

Even though Mirajane's Dark Surge wasn't evil—

It was still dark magic—

And light always banished darkness.

As soon as Heaven's Purple Light collided with the dark energy,

The darkness melted away like snow under the sun.

"Tch—!"

Before Mirajane could react, a white streak shot out from the fading light.

A heavenly figure with eight radiant wings.

Moss!

She launched forward, her right leg extended in a powerful aerial kick.

It wasn't an Angewomon skill—

Just pure hand-to-hand combat.

"What?!"

Mirajane's eyes widened.

She didn't have time to dodge—

Her only choice was to brace for impact.

She quickly crossed her arms in front of her, ready to absorb the blow.

Boom!

Moss's high-heeled kick collided with Mirajane's demonic gauntlets, creating a deep thud.

Mirajane's body trembled violently—

The force of the attack blasted her backward!

In an instant—

Her Satan Soul form dissipated, reverting her to her normal self.

She couldn't maintain her Take Over magic any longer—

Especially after enduring that devastating kick.

Her demonic wings vanished, and she plummeted toward the ground.

But—

Before she could hit the earth—

A warm embrace caught her midair.

A pair of gentle arms wrapped around her.

It was Moss.

The embrace of an angel.

Mirajane's Thoughts

"T-Thank you…"

A faint blush crept across Mirajane's face.

Not from exertion—

But from embarrassment.

On the outside, she played the role of a tough delinquent—

But inside, she was still a sensitive girl.

Even though she possessed the power of a demon,

She had never liked it.

Especially now—

Seeing herself contrasted against Moss's pure angelic radiance made her feel inadequate.

Moss had everything she admired—

Beauty, grace, strength, and angelic light.

And now, she was being held in her arms.

"This… this feels like a dream."

Meanwhile, Moss remained oblivious to Mirajane's thoughts.

To her, Mirajane's flushed face was simply due to post-battle exertion.

With a soft smile, she said:

"I asked you to help me train, so it's my responsibility to keep you safe. Once you recover, want to go for another round?"

Mirajane snapped back to reality.

"Huh?"

She quickly forced herself to calm down.

Then, she replied:

"Sure. It's only fair—I get stronger too, after all."

Moss landed gently and set Mirajane down.

Then, she raised both hands, radiating seven-colored light.

"Healing Light!"

Healing Magic

"I'm not injured," Mirajane pointed out.

She just felt a little exhausted.

"Healing Light restores stamina too," Moss explained.

Since magic and stamina were connected, restoring physical energy also sped up magic recovery.

Makarov approached with Lisanna, watching with fascination.

"You're not just a powerful fighter—you can even use healing magic? Moss, you really are amazing!"

Healing magic was incredibly rare.

In this increasingly competitive world, most mages focused on combat magic.

Very few pursued supportive healing arts.

Having a dedicated healer in a guild was already considered a huge blessing.

Moss's ability to both fight and heal was truly unheard of.

Training Continues

"Sis, are you okay?" Lisanna asked, helping Mirajane stand.

Mirajane stood tall, arms crossed, trying to look tough.

"Of course I'm fine! Don't underestimate your big sister!"

Her stamina loss had been the real issue—

But after just a short rest, she had already recovered nearly completely.

A few moments later—

Her magic power was back as well.

Moss deactivated Healing Light and waited for Mirajane to finish restoring her magic.

Seeing that their training wasn't too dangerous, Makarov left with a few words of advice, heading back to the guild.

"Alright—Round 2!"

"Bring it on!"

This time—

They skipped the close-range combat and jumped straight into a magic battle.

"Dark Surge!"

"Heaven's Purple Light!"

The duel continued for the entire day.

Whenever they were tired, Moss used Healing Light.

Whenever they were hungry, they returned to the guild for food—

Then went right back to the mountains to fight again.

In the morning, only Lisanna was watching.

By the afternoon—

Natsu, Gray, Erza, Cana, Elfman, and others had gathered to spectate.

Some even started betting on how many seconds Mirajane would last before Moss defeated her.

Hearing about this, Mirajane was furious—

And in her rage, she surpassed her limits, achieving even greater progress.

But—

The biggest winner was still Moss.

Through these battles, she developed her combat instincts, mastering her own body to a high level.

She was no longer just a glass cannon mage who relied on long-range skills.

Regenerating Clothes

That night—

Moss soaked in a hot bath, letting the warm water soothe her exhausted body.

Her battle-worn outfit lay on the floor—

Her "Angewomon suit" had taken quite a beating.

What once had 60% coverage now had barely 20% left.

It was practically a bikini armor at this point.

"Looks like I'll need to get a new set made."

But she was broke.

That meant she needed to take on some guild jobs.

Just then, Angewomon's voice echoed in her mind.

"Actually, you can repair it with data."

These clothes were part of Angewomon's body.

As long as she supplied enough data, they would regenerate.

"Digimon are so convenient!"

Moss sighed in relief.

No need to buy new clothes—

She just had to "reload the texture pack."