Doraemon for an imperfect world

He used his biological samples to open the heavy metal doors. Before each door was closed, a servant would stay behind to clean up their footprints and use his own life to delay time. Vladimir solemnly arranged the clothes for each of them, like a mortician in front of a coffin, with helplessness and solemnity.

After Vladimir left, the uninvited guest who came to attack finally appeared before their eyes.

——Genestealer.

Volume 1: Chapter 33: Genestealers: Eradicating the Scourge

A little earlier.

"That should be enough for now." Doraemon stuffed the entry mirror back into his four-dimensional pocket, then stood at the doorway and looked upward. The servitors, blocked by the air bricks, were still making futile attempts. It was clear that their artificial intelligence... or rather, worker intelligence? In short, it wasn't very advanced.

"But this is troublesome. With such a big commotion, it's impossible to sneak in secretly." Doraemon rubbed his head with a headache. "It's really a headache."

"If a violent attack is necessary, my people are ready to assist." Kiya, standing nearby, suddenly had a bright idea. "Just tell them that this is just to bring down the traitors who betrayed the Divine Emperor, and everyone will be willing to pay any price."

"Well……"

Doraemon was a little hesitant. If he called on more people to help, the efficiency would indeed be greatly improved, but what if casualties occurred?

Moreover, Doraemon cannot do such a thing as letting people who should stay out of the matter step onto the battlefield for his own purposes. In terms of Doraemon's moral standards, he would rather suffer a little more himself.

only……

It looked to the side. Kiya seemed to be very eager to drag her people to the battlefield. At this time, she was holding her hands in front of her chest, squinting her eyes, and shaking gently from side to side.

This kid...

"But speaking of which, won't anyone worry if you leave home like this?" Doraemon belatedly thought of this question. "Don't you need to call home?"

"Is there such a thing?" Kiya tilted her head and asked blankly.

She has always been a silly child who would be liked by the emperor. She has never considered reporting before going on a long journey.

"I knew it……"

Doraemon said, taking out a card from his pocket and handing it to Kiya. "This is a card video phone. Anyway, let's say hello to our family first. Then we can use this swimming powder and air plug to bypass the patrolling guards."

Swimming powder allows people to swim on solid surfaces such as the ground or walls, while air plugs provide oxygen after being inserted into the nasal cavity.

As long as you use the searching cane, you will definitely be able to find the target.

"Phone?" Kiya took the card in confusion.

"Like this..." Doraemon gently manipulated the card a few times, and soon Roy's projection appeared on it. He seemed to be standing on a high platform. "Just speak to this phantom, he will be able to hear you."

"Who?" The projected Roy suddenly looked around vigilantly.

"It's me." Kiya said, "Don't worry, Brother Roy, I'm talking to you through Doraemon's props."

"Doraemon's gadgets?" Roy frowned slightly. "What happened?"

"Well...we're in the Top Nest right now. There's a noble rebelling here, and I'm working with Doraemon to make him realize his mistake," Kya explained.

"Top Nest...Okay." Roy nodded gently. "He's a heretic who betrayed the God-Emperor? Then do your best to make him repent."

"No problem!" Kiya said happily. "By the way, Brother Roy, what are you doing?"

"Oh, I'm preparing to lead my people in the castration ceremony."

Roy said calmly, his tone as calm as if he was talking about what to eat in the evening.

Kiya was stunned for a moment, then asked very seriously:

"What is a castration ceremony?"

"It's nothing serious. I just called on all fourth-generation members of the clan to undergo some minor surgeries to permanently eliminate the disease," Roy replied casually. "I told them that only by eliminating vulgar desires can they serve the Divine Emperor wholeheartedly. Only by undergoing the test of sacrificing their own flesh and blood can they prove their devotion to the Divine Emperor... Of course, I have to be the first to lead the charge."

"Blood and flesh?" Kiya was even more bewildered. "Are you going to fight against the heretics?"

"Uh..." Roy's eyes twitched slightly, as if he hadn't expected the child to be so naive. So he explained as simply and clearly as possible, "I mean sterilization. Removing the reproductive organs entirely. Otherwise, our next generation will be those pure-blooded... fallen angels."

After hearing this, Kiya finally understood what the other party meant.

Sterilization?

She lowered her head and gently poked her belly.

She had no real feeling about having offspring. Although traditionally she should have minted suitable currency for the emperor with one or more suitable individuals under the arrangement of the community, and she also had some understanding of the process of childbirth, she had never felt the so-called desire to "have children."

However, if this could prove her devotion to the Divine Emperor, she actually didn't mind offering her own flesh and blood as a sacrifice.

"No, you don't have to." Seeing Kiya eager to try, Roy reluctantly stopped her and said, "You are only the third generation, so it doesn't matter."

"Okay." Kiya nodded. She knew the inner logic of reproduction in these tribes. After all, as members of the inner circle, Roy had shared with them a lot of knowledge that was taboo to outsiders. She just didn't like to think about it.

but……

As if realizing something, her eyes suddenly lit up. "Will this completely eradicate the Fallen Angels?"

"No," Roy rejected helplessly. "According to the epidemiologist, once we're free from the control of our tribe, some individuals will spontaneously activate the underlying logic deep within their genes, gradually developing into new tribe leaders. However, we haven't detected any such individuals yet."

"Okay." Kiya lowered her head in disappointment. She had thought her people could completely get rid of the curse in their bloodline. "If there are any signs of fallen angels, please remember to call me."

"Got it. Anything else?"

"No, Doraemon-sama just asked me to let you know I'm safe."

"I already know, now you can do what you should do."

Roy straightened his clothes, held the scepter engraved with the Four-Armed Divine Emperor in his hand, and hung the ritual dagger that would be used later on the scepter. While repeatedly confirming whether his preparations were thorough, he spoke again:

"Go, wipe out those who are disloyal to the Emperor, and wash away the alien sins we are born with with the blood of the betrayers."

"I understand, Brother Roy!" Kiya said without hesitation, "When it comes to hunting heads, I will never lose to anyone!"

After saying that, Kiya hung up the phone excitedly and looked impatiently at Doraemon who was standing aside, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

"Anyway..." Doraemon tried hard to tell himself to respect other people's freedom of belief. It had experienced similar things before. Even when Nobita became a substitute for Maya's Prince Dio, it did not try to eradicate the local custom of human sacrifice. It is not a human being, so naturally it will not interfere with human choices. The so-called belief is also an inevitable product of history in a sense.

"Let's set off immediately."

Doraemon first confirmed the general direction with the searching stick and then handed the air plug to Kiya. He then rubbed swimming powder on the two of them. Suddenly, the ground under their feet collapsed like a tide and swallowed the two of them.

Volume 1: Chapter 34: Betrayal

Swimming is a relatively new thing for Kiya. After all, every drop of water in the Water Purification Guild is a expensive expense. If you want to use it for swimming, probably only noble lords can be so extravagant.

"Okay, relax, you'll float like this."

Doraemon tried hard to hold onto Kiya's hand, while using his short legs to step on the water to ensure that they would not fall through the floor.

Fortunately, Kya had a good learning ability and soon mastered the most basic skills of underwater movement. Then the two of them began to travel together in this huge building.

In a passage, a large number of soldiers armed with live ammunition were patrolling nervously:

"Hurry up, don't miss any area, don't forget how that adult treats you."

"Yes, sir! We will definitely fulfill our duties!"

An entire fanatical team passed through the corridor, and it was estimated that there would be a two and a half minute error before the next patrol team passed by here.

But in these two and a half minutes, a small round hand stretched out from the wall and placed a cane on the ground. After shaking for a while, the cane tilted more than 30 degrees but did not fall down.

The small round hand extending from the wall then silently put away the cane without leaving any trace. When the next patrol team passed by here nervously and solemnly, they were destined to gain nothing.

After repeatedly locating the target, Doraemon discovered that the entire huge building was full of intricate secret passages - to be honest, there are so many secret passages in this world.

This secret passage is very long and narrow, with walls revealing a very depressing silver-gray color. It is also very narrow and long with some very subtle curves. It is easy to go around in circles without realizing it while walking.

So Doraemon took Kiya and swam directly along the wall and floor.

After bypassing the maze-like intricate passage, Doraemon finally brought Kiya out of the wall.

"Looks like the other party should be here." Doraemon searched in his pocket. "Next, we have to stand on the ground... Oh, just in case, this is for you."

Doraemon took out two tranquilizer guns and handed one to Kiya. This weapon would only stun the enemy without causing any harm - it did not tell Kiya this.

"No problem!" Kiya took the anesthetic gun, tried it out for a bit, and then nodded confidently.

Doraemon's weapons have always been useful, as she has personally experienced.

"If possible, try to use this weapon to defeat the opponent."

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

Kiya said confidently, then suddenly rushed out from the corner of the wall.

"I hope nothing will go wrong." Doraemon leaned against the wall, listening to the sound of gunfire coming from the passage beside him. He was not too worried about Kiya's safety. After all, the girl's strength was obvious to all.

But there is an inexplicable sense of unease.

Speaking of which, what exactly did that tall and flamboyant man mean before?

——Dividing——Line——

Damn, how did that alien determine his location?

Vladimir's brows furrowed as he listened to the reports coming one after another from the intercom.

There was no sign of the traps on the periphery being triggered, and the guards in the palace were unable to play any role. Even in the carefully prepared secret passages, it seemed that the other party could always easily discover their position?

Why is this happening?

Calm down, calm down, calm down…

Of course, he would not fall into anxiety and despair without any reason, which would only waste time. He just tried hard to think under this tremendous pressure, speculating on every possibility and not letting go of any glimmer of hope.

Eliminate all possible answers, and only one remains:

There is a traitor among you!

That’s right, it must be like this, it can only be like this!

Vladimir never believed in loyalty. In his opinion, loyalty was just a synonym for stupidity, so betrayal was just a matter of course.

That's right, it was a natural betrayal, so he wasn't angry. He just tried hard to guess who the real traitor was:

Laban, the commander who had been loyal to him since childhood, would usually do anything for his order, but he would hide certain things from him. For example, he lied to the soldiers who had let Israel escape that they were manipulated by aliens.

Dukat, his captain of the guards, had a younger sister who was once abused to death by the gangs in the lower nest as a reproductive tool. He helped him complete the grand revenge. After that, he began to silently execute his every order like the mechanical soldiers beside those mechanical priests. But so much time has passed since he helped him with revenge. Can the promise made on impulse still be valid?

Fran, the daughter of a prostitute, was homeless on the street. He only gave her a few pieces of bread and a bowl of water, and she followed him secretly like a stray dog. After being taken in by him, she became his best killer with her beauty and sharp blade, but does she realize now that a few pieces of bread and a bowl of water are nothing at all?

……trouble.

There are still eight people around him, each of whom has sworn allegiance to him for various reasons, but at the same time each of them has the potential to betray him.

No, there may be more than one traitor.

This made things even more complicated, and a complex web of possibilities unfolded in his mind, but he quickly put it all behind him.

It doesn’t matter. I would rather kill him by mistake than let any possible traitor go!

Thinking of this, Vladimir silently pressed his hand on the wall. With a commotion, several severely modified servitors appeared in the passage. Their dormant bodies began to awaken, the metal covering their faces glowed with an ominous red light, and the weapons mounted on their left shoulders slowly rose.

"My lord, be careful!" Fran subconsciously stood in front of Vladimir. "Did you prepare these servitors? I feel something is wrong."

Is her behavior true loyalty or a sophisticated disguise?

Vladimir looked at the other person's white neck, the beautiful curves of her waist and hips. This woman had seduced many nobles in order to complete her tasks. It was entirely possible that she would fall in love with anyone in the process.

"It's okay," Vladimir said. "Don't be afraid, they are safe."

"But... okay." Fran hesitated for a moment, but didn't say much. He just followed Vladimir silently, mentally prepared to use his body as a meat shield if the servitor went berserk.

"Alright, let's stop for now. Let's run in different directions. Even if we encounter danger, at least we won't all die together."

Vladimir said this at the last fork in the road.

"Sir, we would rather live and die with you." Ducat said firmly, his tone as calm as a machine and his eyes as firm as steel.

This made Vladimir feel a little suspicious, and a faint shrill voice sounded in his heart, urging him to deal with these potential betrayers as soon as possible.

Hurry up, hurry up...

Nine layers of whispers echoed in his heart.

It takes a heartbreaking betrayal to create the waves that open the door to the material world.

"Alright," Vladimir said, "Put down your weapons. A strong magnetic field has been deployed in the area ahead, which will anger the Machine Spirit."

"When?" Laban said, a little surprised. "But sir, what will you do if you are threatened after you lay down your weapons?"

"Just get through this area. I've got weapons ready on the other side."