Nuclear Forces Division, a secret base in the suburbs.
After receiving the President's order, this war machine began operating at high speed.
['Preparing to load. Radar scanning initiated.']
['Target locked. Ignition systems activating.']
['Estimated five-minute warm-up. All departments, assume positions immediately.']
In the command center, a middle-aged man in a blue-and-white uniform, his face full of arrogance, issued commands methodically.
He was the head of the Nuclear Forces Division and a staunch American supremacist. He always held a dismissive attitude towards anything foreign.
"Hah, a monster? Even if you were an alien creature from the comics, you'd turn to dust under the might of a mushroom cloud." The man snorted coldly, glancing disdainfully at a video on his phone.
In his view, BlackWarGreymon was undoubtedly powerful, possessing unparalleled individual combat ability. But an individual was still just an individual.
Facing a medium-yield nuclear warhead capable of destroying half a city, it would have no resistance.
"It's just a pity. Such a powerful battle monster can't be used by our great United States. Instead, it's driven by Japan, running wild on American soil." A flash of envy and hatred crossed the man's eyes. In his heart, all good things should submit to the great will of the United States. If they couldn't have it, they would destroy it!
Just as he thought this, a nearly tangible mass of purple-black energy gathered behind him, converging towards a secluded corner.
Envy. Intense envy.
The twisted emotions were like potent nourishment, feeding the one hundred 'Envy Digimon' that had traversed from the Digital World. They were bound by Dark Rings, acting under Taichi's command.
Now, begin the destruction!
[This is AM Television. We have procured another broadcast unit and are continuing our coverage of the black monster on the statue...! What is this! Stay back! No! NO!]
The global live media feeds turned into shaky black screens. Piercing screams transmitted via electronic signals reached the ears of viewers worldwide.
[What happened?]
[Why did the broadcast stop? What's going on?!]
[Amen. God bless. God protect USA, keep us safe.]
Suspicion, fear, worry… countless complex negative emotions intertwined, slowly merging into the current of envious flames, delivering nourishment to the Digimon army.
In a corner of San Francisco, a Dagomon covered in steel alloy sank a massive warship, blood staining its mouth, corpses littering the ground behind it.
In the underground parking garage of a New York skyscraper, car lights flickered incessantly, accompanied by blaring alarms, creating an eerie atmosphere.
A Digitamamon, clad in dark golden armor, emerged from the shadows of a corner, a luxury car smashed to pieces balanced on its head. The terrified expressions of the people inside spoke of the fear they faced before death.
Small boats swaying under the moonlight, deserted alleyways, hidden spaces in mall restrooms, dark woods used for secret dealings... The human world was never lacking in dark corners. These places became breeding grounds for the Envy Digimon, constantly consuming human blood to grow stronger.
AM Television's Headquarters. A well-built middle-aged news anchor sat before the camera, holding his breath, his expression grave.
[We interrupt this broadcast. Since the incident with the black monster began today, multiple violent attacks have occurred across the United States.]
[Thirty-seven media outlets, including ours, have been attacked by unidentified monsters. All field reporters have been lost, without exception.]
[Additionally, the Nuclear Forces Division also appears to be under attack by a large number of unidentified monsters. We will further… Ahhhh!!!]
The broadcast ended there. A massive black trident shot over from a hundred meters away, piercing the anchor's skull. A Dagomon, covered in dark armor with hollow eyes, revealed a sinister smile.
In just a few hours, most of the one hundred 'Envy Digimon' Taichi had sent to the real world had grown to the peak of the Ultimate level.
Any single one was a terrifying existence capable of destroying a city. The raging Envy Fire around them continued to consume people's negative emotions, growing stronger incessantly.
In front of the Nuclear Forces Division, over thirty Envy Digimon radiating terrifying auras continuously pounded against the high-strength alloy gates, on the verge of shattering them.
The uniformed middle-aged commander, gritting his teeth, roared into his handset, "Reinforcements! I need elite unit support!"
"What? No one dares to come? This is the Nuclear Forces Division! Do you know the consequences if it falls?"
Just as the commander was indignant, a mechanically cold command came through the phone, silencing him instantly.
[Although we are sorry, this is for the United States.]
[Please, sacrifice yourselves for your country.]
The President's mournful, heavy voice sounded so ironic at this moment.
The commander's hand dropped limply, his face blank. He had been abandoned.
The United States had hundreds of Nuclear Forces Divisions distributed worldwide. His was just the one closest to the capital. Its total nuclear stockpile wasn't exceptionally large. If they calculated the blast radius and detonated it on site, it would, at most, destroy the surrounding hundred-plus kilometers, leaving a radiation zone of about three hundred kilometers. It wouldn't significantly affect the core cities or the capital.
The commander knew in his heart this was the best option. The terrifying monsters besieging them were immune to bullets and unscathed by artillery. Their seemingly steel-forged armor had defensive capabilities far exceeding actual steel. Surrounded by that sinister black aura, each monster seemed to have infinite stamina, all available attack methods were completely ineffective against them.
Detonating the nuclear stockpile, turning this place into a blazing mushroom cloud, seemed the final solution.
The commander remained silent for several minutes before finally, with great difficulty, removing his military cap. He picked up the intercom and told everyone in the Nuclear Forces Division the truth. He gave them enough time to write their final words.
Finally, his trembling thumb pressed down on a heavily protected, multi-encrypted secret button.
Click.
Boom…
A terrifying heat wave instantly transformed into a mushroom cloud that shook heaven and earth, blossoming spectacularly from the suburban Nuclear Forces Division.
Temperatures of tens of millions of degrees were sufficient to instantly vaporize any matter, erasing all traces from the world without leaving even debris or dust.
This was equally inescapable for Digimon at the peak of the Ultimate-level.
However, the commander miscalculated one thing.
"Humanity's ultimate weapon, the destroyer of all things… the nuclear. The one thing it cannot eliminate is emotion."
Flying at high speed over the Pacific, Koshiro coldly analyzed while watching the virtual screen.
"When faced with abandonment and certain death, faithless Americans will only generate infinite fear and intense envy towards those who survive."
"All these powerful negative emotions will become extremely concentrated under the influence of death."
"And within this intense emotional energy..."
Koushirou waved his hand. A data model measuring emotional intensity climbed at an extremely terrifying rate.
"...a true Envy Digimon will be created by your own hands!"