Doraemon for an imperfect world

It's okay that every person you meet in this world is a little crazy, but why is even a bridge so crazy?

And why did Kya suddenly rush over and climb to the top of the bridge without any warning?

Doraemon was completely unable to understand all of this, but as the bridge was given a soul, the originally one-sided battlefield suddenly underwent a 180-degree turn. From the positions of the fallen corpses, it could be inferred that the battle line was being continuously pushed forward. This fact made Doraemon feel a little heartbroken - the death of either side was enough to make it mourn from the bottom of its heart.

There is still a lot to do before finding a way to go home.

It came under the bridge, and perhaps it remembered that it was Doraemon who gave it a soul, so the bridge automatically sank into a hole for Doraemon to hide in.

After Doraemon walked in, he took out the Anywhere Door and opened it directly in front of Israel and her daughter:

"Come here quickly, it's not safe over there."

"Eh?"

Israel looked at his mother, who reacted even faster, pulling Israel through the pink portal without a second thought.

"The Bridge of Atreides is alive?" After being roughly dragged through the portal by his mother, Israel couldn't help but ask.

"Because I have temporarily given it a soul." Doraemon sighed helplessly. "Anyway, there is no point in going out now. It is better to wait patiently for the war to end."

Volume 1: Chapter 22: Other Aliens

Liz held her daughter's hand and curled up in the bridge hole. In their ears was the roar from the Bridge of Atreides. Perhaps the blessing from the state religion priest was a bit too strong, and the bridge had been chanting the Holy Word in an extremely rich voice.

Are even bridges so loyal these days?

She didn't dare say anything more. She gently pinched her daughter's thigh to prevent her from accidentally saying something that might anger the iron man in front of her. Then she lowered her head meekly, without saying a word, revealing her stunning charm like a painting.

But right now.

"Gululu~"

There was a sound of stomach rumbling.

Israel's cheeks immediately turned red with embarrassment.

"Are you hungry?" Doraemon scratched his head and smiled softly. "Come to think of it, I haven't eaten for a long time. In that case - gourmet tablecloth!"

Doraemon took out a seemingly ordinary pink tablecloth and spread it out in front of him, then explained with a smile:

"If you want to eat something, just say its name to this tablecloth, and it will automatically appear before your eyes, like this - Dorayaki."

As Doraemon spoke, a plate of fragrant Dorayaki suddenly appeared in front of him. Doraemon immediately squinted his eyes and picked up one of the pieces and threw it into his mouth with a look of enjoyment, and did not forget to explain, "Just like this, anything is fine~"

Israel's eyes lit up involuntarily, and in that instant the first thing that came to his mind was the extremely suicidal ant bull sashimi.

Liz continued to smile kindly as she pinched her daughter's thigh and whispered, "Two Gromon steaks will be fine."

The moment the words fell, two white porcelain plates suddenly appeared on the gourmet tablecloth, and some kind of meat with a refreshing aroma was placed on them.

Liz hesitated for a moment, looked at Doraemon cautiously, and then stretched out her hand as if she wanted to eat with her bare hands.

"Sorry, sorry, I forgot to prepare the tableware." Doraemon quickly took out three pairs of knives and forks and handed over two of them. Then he scratched his head a little embarrassedly and said, "But this looks delicious. I want a Gromon steak too."

Is this iron man so easy to talk to?

Liz took the cutlery somewhat flattered, and enjoyed the delicious meal that appeared out of thin air while Ohashi recited the low-pitched sacred text.

"Come to think of it, how on earth were you suddenly taken away from the lower nest?" Doraemon asked Israel curiously.

"You went down to the nest?" Liz's eyes widened immediately. She knew how much her daughter loved to seek death, but she never expected that this child would actually go down to the nest to seek death.

"Well..." Yisreal looked away guiltily, not daring to meet his mother's gaze. "I originally wanted to trade the medicine you gave me for some food and water, but after realizing it was indeed effective, the mob from the lower nest tied me up and tortured me to find out where the medicine came from."

"Hmph..." Liz let out a long sigh, and with a distressed expression, she pinched her daughter's thigh hard until the latter grimaced again, "You really make me worry!"

"So dangerous?" Doraemon covered his mouth. "Then what?"

"I said I was a noble's illegitimate daughter, so they thought the medicine must have been given by the masters of the Upper Nest. They even thought of sending a ransom letter to them." Yisriel looked at her mother with tears in her eyes, then lowered her head in grievance and continued, "But the Lower Nest and the Upper Nest were blocked at the time, and I couldn't get up."

Liz rubbed her daughter's head with some distress. "I'll make you dishonest, and then what?"

"Then the Harkonnen assassins came down through another secret passage, found me, and took me away."

"I see." Doraemon gnawed on the Gromon steak and couldn't help but start to daydream.

Those sects that believe in the Four-Armed Divine Emperor have secret passages, and the nobles of the Top Nest also have secret passages.

Are there so many secret passages in the hive?

After a hearty meal, the noise of gunfire outside finally stopped.

"Go back, heretic, and tell your cowardly master that every betrayal has its price!"

Kiya held two bone knives in her hands, her body covered in scarlet blood as she stood on the battlefield strewn with corpses. The soldiers around her surrounded her like guards surrounding a queen. After experiencing the battlefield and with the help of the Bridge of Atreides, they easily completed this almost impossible counterattack. Countless enemies turned into corpses and were trampled under their feet.

The outcome of the war has been decided. Kiya clearly remembers the heads she harvested this time. Those people did not deserve the life given by the God-Emperor, so she returned them to the God-Emperor.

After completing this feat, all that remained on Kya's body were eight wounds of varying depths. The pain from these wounds made her feel irritated and angry, but because the injuries were inflicted for the Emperor, Kya felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

"Sister." After confirming that the enemy had temporarily retreated, the commander of the 49th Planetary Defense Force stepped forward and finally couldn't help but ask, "What exactly happened in the lower nest?"

"Let's talk about it when we get back." Kiya glanced at the bridge under her feet, then squatted down and patted the ground gently. "Thank you for your hard work, brother."

The Atreides Bridge trembled slightly twice, followed by the Emperor's powerful words:

"Serve the Emperor till death, and dare to seek a peaceful and cowardly life."

It is so pious and pure, as if there is nothing inside except faith.

Kiya smiled, trying to suppress the murderous intent surging in her mind, letting her devout faith in the Emperor regain the high ground. Then she followed the commander of the 49th Army back to the camp where they were stationed. After briefly repeating the words that Roy had used to fool others, she fell silent.

She is not good at speaking, so she doesn't know how to communicate. In order to avoid accidentally saying something, she chooses to speak as little as possible.

"Headmaster." The 49th Army Commander couldn't help but cover his face after hearing Kiya's statement. "His sacrifice was worthwhile. May he find the peace he deserves under the throne of the Divine Emperor."

Kiya nodded silently, then spoke again, "And the Iron Man. Bishop Roy asked us to protect him. This was also the patriarch's last wish."

"We will obey," the legion commander said. "However, the current situation in the Top Nest is extremely complicated. The vast majority of the Atreides were assassinated immediately before the rebellion began."

"Assassination? Planetary Governor?" Kiya couldn't help but frown slightly. "With the security of the Planetary Governor..."

"It is said that this involves the existence of some alien beings."

"Are there other aliens on this planet?"

Volume 1: Chapter 23: Dark Eldar

"The bridge that resurrected while shouting the Holy Word, Isreal being abducted by the aliens, Liz being resurrected, and the changes in the lower nest area, this is really... interesting."

An extremely thin-looking middle-aged man slumped on the sofa, shaking the glass of Amasek wine with great interest. He raised the glass and looked through the scarlet liquid at the officer standing not far in front of him. Perhaps because he had lost the prisoner he was guarding, he was obviously uneasy and frightened at this moment, with sweat gathering into threads on his forehead and then falling down his cheeks.

"Don't panic, my friend. I don't mean to blame you." Vladimir Harkonnen said gracefully. "You tried your best but ultimately failed. That's not your fault."

"Thank you for your kindness, my Lord."

It was obvious that the figure in front of him seemed relieved.

This made Vladimir feel a little disdainful. He could gain so-called loyalty with just a few words of praise. The rules of this world were really simple and clear in the eyes of a true wise man.

He couldn't help but feel a little intoxicated by the superiority.

"What did the priests say?" Vladimir continued to ask elegantly.

"They claim the aliens have somehow directly rewritten the Machine Spirit's operating logic, without interfering with the Warp's influence. It's like directly rewriting the laws of the universe," the officer replied quickly. "But so far, they haven't reacted much."

"Hmph, no reaction? That's the most dangerous thing. Send someone to keep an eye on them." Vladimir asked again, "Where's the nest?"

"The situation in the Lower Nest is still a bit complicated," the officer replied stubbornly. "Not only has the previously unknown plague disappeared, but a large amount of food has even appeared out of nowhere. The quality of that food is definitely not what the Lower Nest should have."

"Hmm." Vladimir nodded with interest. "What about the suppression of the loyalists?"

"This... is not going well." The officer lowered his head bitterly. "Not only did the 49th Planetary Defense Force fail to capture the strategic location guarded by the force, but the firefight with other defense forces was also not going smoothly. Judging from the current situation..."

"Do you think I will lose?" Vladimir asked with a smile.

"Don't dare!"

"I told you to stop looking like you're going to eat me. Do you think I'm that inhumane?" Vladimir shook his head with some regret. "But you're right. With our current strength, it's impossible to directly defeat the remnants of Governor Atreides. So we have to introduce variables."

"This... variable?"

"That's right. When you're broke, you have to adapt. Adapting leads to success. Success leads to longevity." Vladimir observed the world before him through the liquid in the goblet with great interest. The reflection of the liquid in the goblet twisted everything that had been so orderly into a bizarre and comical state. "Let the astropath send an astropathic message to the Inquisition. There's irrefutable evidence that Randan's former governor colluded with aliens on this planet."

He saw this sentence in a book called "Yi" which had a long history and could even be traced back to the ancient Terra period. At just one glance, he was ecstatic about the wisdom hidden in it.

"Yes, my lord."

Vladimir waved his hand in boredom, and the officer immediately withdrew.

He had made a very complete plan for himself, from assassinating the planetary governor to fabricating charges, everything was quite perfect and well-planned, except for the sudden appearance of the blue alien and the changes in the lower nest.

He knew that there was something wrong with the planet's sub-nest. Because of the Empire's people-oriented production policy, the sub-nest's productivity should theoretically have been squeezed dry to the point where not even a trace of productivity could be squeezed out. However, ever since Governor Atreides brought in a few so-called model workers from other worlds sixty years ago, the GDP had begun to increase year by year. No matter how you looked at it, there was something wrong.

So he secretly bribed the people around the planetary governor to issue an order to blockade the lower nest. He thought that those unstable guys would rebel on their own and expose the problem, but who would have thought... Never mind, at least until now his plan is still fine.

As long as the Atreides family is labeled as a rebel, then the power to rule the planet will naturally be in his pocket.

"And once I seize the power I desire, you too will get what you desire." Vladimir downed the swaying wine in his glass and glanced toward the deep shadows by the window. From within them, slender humanoids slowly emerged. "In fact, you can now go hunt for the slaves you desire."

"Is this part of your plan?"

The Eldar asked with a hint of sarcasm. She was a woman with a huge gem pendant hanging on her chest. It was undoubtedly a shadow generator.

"Not exactly. That girl could have been of more use to me." Vladimir didn't mind the other party's rudeness. He just said with a bit of disappointment, "If everything doesn't go well, she should have been a backup plan. I could get what I want through marriage."

This sentence made the Eldar feel amused. "This is very similar to us."

"Ok?"

We call this kind of relationship inyon lama-quanon, meaning to make another a treasure or a slave." The Eldar said arrogantly, "while most of you prefer to use the simpler and more barbaric term: love."

"Love?" Vladimir stood up with disdain. The many lights outside the window shone on him at the same time, leaving nine blurry and strange reflections behind him. "Narrow-minded, that kind of thing is really too narrow-minded. I want power, endless power!"

——Dividing——Line——

At the same time, at the base of the 49th Planetary Defense Force.

"No! No, no, no!" Doraemon shook his head vigorously. "It's absolutely impossible for me to pass the war weapons or something like that!"

It's a parenting robot, not an arms dealer!

"But sir, if you were willing to intervene, wouldn't it end sooner?" the commander of the 49th Army pleaded. "Every day the war continues means more casualties."

"But even so, it's impossible to stop war with war!" Doraemon crossed his arms in front of him. "I will find a way to end the war myself, but it definitely won't be this way!"

"But……"

The commander of the 49th Legion wanted to say something, but Kiya grabbed his arm. This Valkyrie had already established her reputation with the blood and skulls of her enemies on the previous battlefield, so the commander was a little at a loss for what to do with her for a moment.

"Don't worry, Doraemon has already said it will stop the war, so it will definitely use the means it deems appropriate to fulfill its promise."

——Dividing——Line——

ps: Yes, this planet is called Randan

Volume 1: Chapter 24: The Wrestling of the Gods

"Solve the war, solve the war..."

That night, Doraemon began to search hard for props that might be useful and could solve the existing problem.

In fact, there are choices. We can even say that there are many. For example, there is the apologetic grasshopper that will constantly reflect on its mistakes and apologize when it is touched, the mini parliament that can rewrite national laws, the self-confidence machine that makes people afraid to start a war again, etc. However, they all seem to be the type that only treats the symptoms and not the root cause.

"Ahhh, this is so nerve-wracking."

Just when Doraemon was at a loss as to what to do, a little head suddenly poked in nervously.

"Lord Doraemon?" Israel called softly.

"It's you." Doraemon waved. "What's going on?"

"Well, I have a favor to ask of you." Israel stepped forward and bowed deeply. "This is really important to me."

"Is that so? Okay then." Doraemon turned around and asked curiously, "What exactly is it?"

Israel was a little surprised that Doraemon was so easy to talk to, and a wave of emotion rose in his heart. "It's like this. What my mother mentioned before about my grandfather has made me a little concerned. Although he passed away before I was born, many people say that my grandfather was a very kind person. The five pieces of music he composed before his death are still passed down in this world as classics, so..."

"I see." Doraemon nodded. "If you want to see the past and find out why your elders became murderers... Time TV!"

Doraemon took out a pink TV and explained, "Through this TV, you can see what has happened at any time and any place in the past and future."