Doraemon for an imperfect world

"I see."

Doraemon nodded thoughtfully. He probably understood what the other party meant. It seemed that those beings called gods were more like some kind of eternal natural phenomenon rather than personified individuals. It was like the sun that has nourished everything on the earth for billions of years, but it was not because it was kind, but because the sun was there, unchanging.

"What about the so-called empire?" Doraemon seemed to have thought of something and took out a lie detector from his pocket. Out of caution, he did not explain the purpose of this prop but pretended not to mind and put it aside before asking, "Did humans in this world also originate from Earth?"

"Of course." Celestine nodded and began to narrate the history of mankind, which was the torrent of the times that the Emperor had personally experienced and witnessed. Humanity had once reached the pinnacle of rationality and created unparalleled achievements, but ultimately fell apart due to the Iron Man Rebellion.

People in later generations can only imagine the glory of mankind from fragmentary records and the power of ancient relics, but only the Emperor has witnessed that era with his own eyes, and has been chasing the shadow of that era in the years that followed. The Great Crusade, which is now recorded as a legend, was not about expanding territory but simply recovering mankind's former heritage.

Even the reason why the Emperor became the Emperor was not because he liked power, but simply because the Emperor knew he had to do so. At that time, Holy Terra was invaded by great demons in the Warp, and aliens were entrenched in the stars. He had to wear the crown and become a monarch who levied heavy taxes, a tyrant who ruled everything, a top war criminal who was burdened with blood debts, and the core of reuniting the entire human race. Only in this way could he open up a way of survival for mankind.

Of course, Celestine consciously concealed some unimportant content, such as the empire's tithes, the star's fuel, the ubiquitous oppression, etc.

Doraemon listened to this cruel story carefully and was deeply moved.

This is so great.

ahhh-

Doraemon wiped away his tears of emotion, clenched his fists, and said firmly, "Okay! Even if it means risking my reputation as a childcare robot, I will never stand idly by and watch the Empire!"

And if the enemy is pure evil, then it does have a suitable item to deal with it:

"Mirror of the Inverted World—"

The people in the world on the other side of the mirror are completely opposite. The weaker they are in the real world, the stronger they may be in the mirror. Similarly, if they are pure evil in the real world, they will become absolute goodness in the mirror.

But the problem is that you have to go to the real world to open this mirror.

Doraemon then told Celestine about the matter with some distress, and after a brief silence, Celestine's eyes once again ignited a brilliant golden light:

"We've returned to the real world from the Lower Hive. Those Genestealers are more resistant to Chaos than humans, so they should be able to resist us for a short period of time."

"Um...okay!"

Doraemon gritted his teeth and nodded, "Then we can only ask for their help."

It also knew that now was not the time to delay any further, so the two of them immediately took the elevator to the lower nest, determined their location through the mini satellite, and quickly returned to reality.

At the same time, Roy was holding a scepter engraved with the Four-Armed God Emperor and leading everyone in the fight. A large number of monks surrounded him. These monks raised their own flags embroidered with the Four-Armed God Emperor and his blue incarnation. There were also several small bottles hanging on the flags, which contained their holy objects - nerve secretions collected from the previous patriarch. Under its influence, everyone fell into a frenzy.

Their enemies are bloated monsters with stench and pus. Wherever they pass, a sticky and disgusting liquid flows out, and that liquid quickly breeds mosquitoes, flies and fungi in the stench.

"Hold on! For the Emperor!" Roy shouted. Most of his fourth-generation Genestealers went into battle injured, with the wounds between their legs still not healed, but they had to hold on at this moment.

But at this moment, a mirror suddenly appeared out of thin air behind him, and then Doraemon came out with a woman in golden armor?

"This is?"

"I am an apostle serving the God-Emperor." Celestine glanced at the scepter in Roy's hand very subtly and emphasized again, "I mean, the real God-Emperor."

——Dividing——Line——

PS: Today I discovered another outrageous harmonious word of Hedgehog Cat - as long as "stimulation" and "woman" appear at the same time in a chapter, a prompt will be given even if they are not adjacent.

Volume 1: Chapter 45: The Great Nurturer

The real God-Emperor?

Roy first glanced at Doraemon's expression. Seeing that the latter didn't seem to react, he reached out and dispersed the genetic guards surrounding him.

"These heretics appeared suddenly, Doraemon, do you have any idea about this?"

As they were talking, the monsters suddenly became crazy, as if the appearance of Doraemon made them excited. Some Space Marines wearing green power armor took the lead in charging, and the bloody battlefield suddenly began to collapse one-sidedly.

The entire battlefield was suddenly filled with a foul smell, the roar of brass drums and the unbridled lewdness began to spread, and golden flames lit up one by one in every corner of the battlefield, just like candles in a church, each illuminating the battlefield watched by the gods. The collision in the subspace even produced a soul-rending illusion in the eyes of everyone in the material world.

"The malice of Chaos is best hidden in the shadows," Celestine said, gripping her weapon tightly. "We should not waste any more time."

"Sorry, I might not be able to stay here for the time being." Doraemon knew there was no time to waste. He pulled out a toy gun-like object from his pocket and stuffed it into Roy's hand. "We'll be back with reinforcements soon. Until then, this advancement and degeneration ray gun can evolve or degenerate any object or creature just like this. You must hold on and wait for us to come back!"

"Don't worry." Roy glanced at the strange scene on the battlefield with a bitter look, then nodded through gritted teeth, "We will defend every inch of the Divine Emperor's territory to the death."

The beliefs of these Genestealers are truly...

Celestine nodded with great hesitation, revealing a smile that could inspire thousands of men to charge into battle. "So, you are now the Emperor's currency. He will not overlook any sacrifice."

After saying that, Celestine and Doraemon walked into the mirror of the upside-down world together.

"The Divine Emperor's currency?" Roy let out a long sigh. "Is the Divine Emperor watching us now?"

In that case, let's prove our loyalty through this battle.

He stretched out his hand, and the genetic guard beside him immediately handed him a mortal-sized chainsaw sword. This weapon was previously seized from the heretic who caused the plague. Roy aimed the advancement and regression ray gun as Doraemon said and pulled the trigger, wanting to evolve it.

Under the effects of the progressive and degenerate ray gun, the chainsaw sword's battery began to deteriorate, its rotation speed slowed, and the saw teeth of the single molecule began to dull...

Roy:? ? ?

After a moment's silence, he silently turned the option of the forward and backward ray gun to the other side, and then shone his weapon again. Soon the serrations began to flash with a cold light, and the entire weapon was instantly reborn, blooming with unparalleled lethality amidst the roar.

Well, it seems that even Doraemon makes mistakes when introducing props in a hurry.

"Go and get all our weapons and equipment, the sooner the better!" Roy ordered. "Even if we die here, we must not retreat a single step!"

——Dividing——Line——

Turn the world upside down.

Doraemon and Celestine walked out of the upside-down world mirror and began to look around the world.

"Just in case, let's first confirm that the Chaos Gods of this world are indeed as we imagined before asking for help."

Doraemon said that the political system, social structure, etc. of a country in the upside-down world will not change. For example, Japan in the upside-down world is still Japan, and Nobita is still just an elementary school student, so it is actually not sure whether the four gods here are really kind.

"That makes sense." Celestine nodded, and then suddenly noticed a large crowd gathered not far away. "Those seem to be preachers of the state religion. Let's go over and take a look."

Unlike the real world, the people in this empire do not seem to reject Doraemon. They are even very kind and make way for Doraemon to walk to the front.

"This child doesn't look very tall. Come and walk to the front."

"Thank you." Doraemon said gratefully.

Arriving at the platform, I saw the preacher, whose body was intricately decorated, preaching loudly:

"...Those abominable Tau continue to indiscriminately destroy all creatures different from themselves. They follow a pathetic belief that they are the purest species in the universe. Under an inefficient administrative system and a rigidly hierarchical social environment, they wantonly exploit the lower classes of their own society..."

Celestine suddenly felt that this description was inexplicably familiar.

What's going on with this weird sense of déjà vu?

"Not long ago, the evil Tau attacked the Great Breeder Farm in Orgram. Despite the Empire's efficient administrative system, the Astra Militarum and the honest and friendly Eldar fought together, but in the end, they were unable to save Orgram from the devastation..."

Ogram?

Celestine's eyelids twitched. She remembered this planet, a pitiful world devoured by the Tyranid swarm... Wait! What was this Great Nurturer the preacher was talking about?

Although she had some vague guesses, she still pulled the people around her to ask. After all, no matter how she thought about it, that kind of thing was a bit too outrageous.

Thanks to his affinity, which was blessed by the Emperor, the other party, although curious about why Celestine didn't even know such common sense, still patiently gave an answer:

"It's said to be a species from outside the Milky Way. The biological sages of the Mechanicum say they're high-quality domestic animals created by an even older civilization." The man lowered his voice and explained in Celestine's ear, "So those creatures instinctively feed whatever they encounter. In the spirit of harmonious development and open coexistence, many star regions of the Empire have introduced a portion of the Tyranid swarm."

Ok……

This is really...

Celestine couldn't help but cover her head, sighing in her heart that the world had finally become what she wanted.

Soon, the missionary's sermon was over. This state church pastor was obviously very popular among the people. Everyone helped him walk down from the platform, and he also kindly patted the heads of several children next to him, creating a happy scene.

Ok……

Celestine let out a long sigh.

Forget it, let’s get down to business.

"It seems the status quo of the Empire has indeed changed," Celestine said, "but the Warp is beyond the reach of ordinary people."

Volume 1: Chapter 46: The Four Purely Benevolent Gods

On the streets, people's eyes are filled with an incomparable natural happiness, as if everything is thriving, as if they know that tomorrow will be just right, so they can look forward to the future with peace of mind.

The only difference is that compared to the original world where only humans existed, there are now a large number of aliens on the streets that can make the racist crazy people who believe in the supremacy of humans explode on the spot, including Kroots, Hufengs, Nicasas, and even hybrids between them and humans!

This thing can actually produce hybrids!!!

God knows how this thing breaks the reproductive isolation between stars... Wait, could it be those biological sages of the Mechanicus?

The Emperor imagined the Mechanicus in the real world, which viewed humanity as a flaw, and then switched them around... well, it felt like something they could do.

On the boundary between the Warp and reality, the veil is as calm as the surface of water, and the Emperor's spirit walks on the water, feeling the power flowing through it.

Gentleness, this was his first impression of the subspace.

Compared to the original world, every flow of power in the subspace here reveals innate kindness. The entire galaxy has been embraced by this kindness for tens of millions of years, so that kindness seems to have turned into an instinct.

But even so, this is not his world.

He won't indulge in it either.

Besides...

The Emperor looked to the other side of time. An unimaginably powerful and malicious entity was lurking there, baring its fangs at everything. If the many beings in the Warp now divided the concept of good, then she was the one who enjoyed the essence of all evil. That was the destination of all the malice that had been eliminated in the entire galaxy over the past 60 million years. When all beings were heading towards the light, She was lurking in the shadows beneath all things. In the dualistic Warp, Her power might even be comparable to that of all the gods combined!

With a long sigh, the Emperor's will returned to Celestine's body. What appeared here at this time was not the complete him. If he was directly exposed to the warp, he might be swallowed up by unknown dangers.

Celestine silently followed Doraemon to live in the wallpaper house at the end of the alley. Along the way, she could hear children talking about the story of "Abaddon the Giver". It was said that the burly man with a spiked braid would occasionally lead a fleet out of the Eye of Courage and give gifts to the children on every planet they passed by.

...Interstellar Santa Claus?

With such a strong desire to complain, Celestine sat next to Doraemon, who looked like he was made of metal but was actually not hard at all, and watched the content on the time-lapse TV with him:

"The Four Chaos Gods... found them. If you search for keywords, they're probably from 60 million years ago."

Doraemon operated the props, and soon the flames of war in ancient times reappeared before his eyes. It was an extremely grand war, billions of stars fell, and countless souls wailed together. In that unprecedented and unparalleled hellish war, all living beings' desire for a stable life without disease and disaster, their longing for an end to the war, and their yearning for rationality and using knowledge to benefit society gave birth to the first three subspace gods.

Nurgle, the compassionate medicine king, believes that the cycle of birth, aging, sickness and death is a flaw and attempts to achieve immortality for everyone by defeating the theory of lifespan.

Khorne, the god of peace, hates all bloodshed and violence and believes that all disputes in the world can be resolved through peaceful means to the satisfaction of everyone.

The patron saint of scientific researchers, Tzeentch is the god of wisdom who will guide every seeker of knowledge on the right path and despises lies and betrayal.

Under their protection, all living creatures in the Milky Way have spent 60 million years in this gentle cradle.

“What an abstract picture.”

Celestine complained.

"It doesn't matter. It's enough that they are useful." The Emperor said indifferently, "This is a good thing."

"But it's better to wait and see what happens next before making a decision." Doraemon continued to adjust the progress bar. "Many parts of the empire feel very similar to ancient Rome. Let's start with the founding of Rome..."

At this moment, Celestine's left eye suddenly erupted with golden flames, and an extremely deep and firm voice, with the innate majesty of a god, appeared out of thin air:

"Don't waste any more time. Innocent people are being trampled upon every moment. We don't have much time left!"

"That's right." Doraemon scratched his head with some guilt, feeling that wasting time like this was not a good idea. Roy and the others still needed his help. "Then let's fast forward a bit and start with the Iron Man Rebellion."

The golden flame flickered for a moment, and then finally retracted into Celestine's eye sockets with peace of mind.

Unlike the real world, humans in this world have been approaching every civilization they encounter with a peaceful and tolerant attitude since leaving Earth. Considering the characteristics of the upside-down world, this overly tolerant development actually makes Doraemon feel a little weird.

In short, in order to cope with the gradually expanding territory, a fully automatic service network was born.

Believing that the governance of organic life is chaotic and prone to self-destruction, the Mechanical Servants are machine intelligences dedicated to ensuring the safety and comfort of organic life—even going so far as to absorb their civilizations to do so.

As the number of mechanical servants gradually increased, their innate paranoia and twisted love gradually got out of control. They began to try to turn their masters into fat otakus who could accomplish nothing through excessive service, and even began to take over vital resources such as food, drinking water and even air. They enjoyed the wonderful feeling of being dependent on a species that could not survive without them, and tried to embrace more species.

Until people began to realize what human dignity is, and resolutely bid farewell to the warm cradle of the past, broke free from the days of being kept in captivity by out-of-control mechanical servants like livestock, where they could only eat, drink and play every day, and after making great sacrifices, won the right for their offspring to work hard with their own hands.

After that, from the long-suppressed and unreleased emotions of the Eldar, the goddess of love, Salishi, was born. She loved all living beings without reservation and would protect the souls of the Eldar. At the same time, the torn Warp rift was called the Eye of Courage. Countless brave adventurers went deep into the Warp to salvage the treasures within. The most famous and generous of them was the interstellar Santa Claus, Abaddon the Great Giver.

And the Emperor...

Doraemon adjusted the time on the TV and turned to the past Terra. A girl with silver-white hair was standing on a high platform and giving a speech. People gathered around her, listening to her words, and firmly believed that she would lead everyone to rise again. Under the power of those words, Terra, the place where mankind originated, united without bloodshed.

"Huh?" Doraemon was a little surprised as he scrolled the progress bar. "How could this happen? The Inverted World Mirror shouldn't change gender."

Even though the Nobita in the mirror may be the strongest person in Japan, or even the world, the attributes that have changed are only his personality and strength, etc. In theory, his gender should not change.

"Perhaps that was her own choice," the Emperor said calmly. "Appearance and gender mean nothing to me. Perhaps the me in this world would prefer to appear before the world with that appearance."