The sensation of a physical body finally connecting with solid ground returned with sharp clarity. Cold stone pressed through his clothes from below, and gravity settled over him once more. The earlier nausea vanished like a fleeting illusion.
"I can open my eyes now. Awesome—did I become Luffy?"
Daniel cracked his eyelids. Pitch darkness surrounded him, yet somehow he could see every detail perfectly.
He looked around. Narrow, enclosed space. From the inside, it looked exactly like... a coffin.
"Wait—coffin? Why the hell am I in a coffin? Did something go wrong with the possession?"
Without hesitation, he shoved the lid aside and leaped out.
"Ptooey, ptooey—seriously unlucky to crawl out of a damn coffin. But this place... definitely not the One Piece world. No endless blue ocean, no salty sea breeze. So who am I now? Which anime did I actually land in?"
The surroundings were gloomy and gothic—dank stone walls, flickering torchlight, heavy velvet drapes. Nothing like the sunny pirate seas he'd expected.
"Whatever! I'm alive, I'm in an anime world—hahahaha!"
The laugh that burst from his throat was strange—high-pitched, eerie, almost theatrical. And it came from his own mouth.
"Wait... my voice? Why is it so shrill? Oh god, please don't tell me I possessed a girl!"
Panic surged. He slapped a hand down to his crotch in blind terror.
"Whew... still there. Good. For a second I thought I was some cute anime waifu. That would've been game over."
Relief washed over him. He straightened up, ready to explore and figure out exactly which series he'd dropped into.
Then two voices echoed from the doorway—one adorably high-pitched and sweet, the other dripping with anxious concern.
"Myotismon-sama! Myotismon-sama!"
Daniel froze. The names hit like lightning.
A flood of alien memories crashed into his mind—scenes of darkness, bat wings, crimson capes, gothic castles, digital data streams. They merged seamlessly with his soul.
"No way... this black cape, this tailcoat... I'm in Digimon. And I became the villain boss—Myotismon?!"
He'd binged Digimon plenty back on Earth. Myotismon was iconic—elegant, sadistic, aristocratic vampire Digimon. Humanoid form, thankfully. If he'd ended up as some ugly beast mode, he'd have screamed.
Just then, the two loyal underlings rushed into the chamber.
DemiDevimon fluttered in first, bat wings flapping frantically, tears already streaming down its tiny face.
"Myotismon-sama! Are you okay?! That insane light beam just now—I was so scared! If something happened to you, what would I do?!"
Kneeling dramatically, it sobbed.
Behind it came Gatomon—pure white fur gleaming softly even in the dim room, single knee to the ground. Her bright blue eyes shone with unshakable hope, light, and dreams. Untainted. Untouched.
Even after all the torment Myotismon had inflicted on her over the years, that gaze never wavered. From the absorbed memories, Daniel knew the old Myotismon had hated those eyes—feared them, really. Feared the holy power they represented.
Daniel inwardly scoffed at his predecessor. What kind of sadist fails to turn an angelic beauty into a masochistic pet? Every true sadist needs their perfect counterpart, right?
"Looks like it's up to me—Daniel—to finish what you started. Gatomon... once you evolve, you're going to be my obedient little slave. I'll fulfill every twisted ambition Myotismon never could!"
His mind raced with visions: the divine, sensual Angewomon kneeling; the seductive LadyDevimon writhing in delight; other mature, powerful female Digimon submitting. Blood rushed south. Even though Digimon were supposed to be pure data, fusing with his human soul had twisted everything—now it felt real, carnal, alive. Like a true vampire in heat.
"One Piece can wait. This world's power scale is perfect for me starting from zero. And I know every single plot beat."
He had zero intention of repeating Myotismon's canon fate: getting dusted by light powers or rival dark forces.
"As a Perfect-level Digimon, I still have tons of threats—other Perfect angels, the Dark Masters in the depths, LadyDevimon scheming in the shadows. Evolving to Ultimate looks hideous anyway. Looks like soul cultivation through dual cultivation is the only way. The scripture's techniques are my real cheat code now."
Ambition ignited. Every shut-in otaku harbors secret desires—wild fantasies about anime girls that real-world laws and norms keep buried. But here? In a real anime world? Strength rules. The strong take everything. Conquer kingdoms, sleep on beauty's lap, indulge without restraint.
His blood boiled. Eyes gleamed with predatory light.
Gatomon tilted her head, puzzled.
"...Strange. Myotismon-sama feels... different. That look in his eyes—hope? Dreams? The world must have changed. Before, he despised my gaze so much he beat me for it..."
She murmured softly, confused.
"I'm fine," Daniel said, voice smooth and commanding now that he'd adjusted. "DemiDevimon—bring me a mirror. Immediately."
Even if they realized he wasn't the original Myotismon, he wasn't worried. He'd fully inherited the body, the power, the data. They couldn't touch him.
And secretly... part of him hoped they'd try to resist.
He wanted to test these new abilities. On them. Right now.