Doraemon for an imperfect world

Volume 1: Chapter 47 Emperor: It is well known that I do not keep my promises

At that time, the Emperor walked among the people, and they all prostrated themselves at the feet of his silver-white skirt and kowtowed to his footsteps. In his rationality and fraternity, everyone firmly believed that a great era was about to come. In order to better spread his ideals and create an ideal country that embraces everything, the Emperor borrowed power from the friendly beings in the Warp to create his own offspring. Because of his always honest image, the gods generously gave their power and asked the Emperor to allow half of his great offspring to reside in the Warp to resist the dangers that may approach in the future.

The most notable characteristic of the emperor of this world is honesty and trustworthiness?

Celestine was a little surprised. She thought she would be the type who would be fussy about things... Wait, if everything is the opposite, then it means...

Celestine couldn't help but look at the golden light deep in her consciousness with a look that she herself felt was offensive and presumptuous, but the Emperor didn't seem to have any intention of refuting this. In order to achieve his goals, the Emperor always used any means necessary.

——He is the Emperor, the Great Lord of Mankind, and as we all know, he does not keep his promises!

No, in this world, your credit should be very good, right?

Lying again... No, there shouldn't be any need for that.

His current situation is already very dangerous and he can't have any more strength.

"What is she going to do?" Doraemon asked in confusion.

"That was one of my many plans," the Emperor replied calmly. "Once upon a time, Earth's myths were largely rooted in me, and humanity's beliefs, spread across different civilizations and legends, converged upon me, forming psychic entities attached to me. They were my silhouettes, my offspring. Therefore, I forged flesh into them, breathed life into them, bound their souls within them, and from this source, I created weapons powerful enough to conquer the galaxy."

"Primarch." Celestine murmured to herself, and she subconsciously straightened her back. This respect was dedicated to the legendary sons of God. Even though thousands of years had passed, their names still carried unparalleled power. They were the manifestation of myth and the return of hope. Their return represented that the human empire still had hope of rising again.

Hope is the most precious thing. For that illusory hope, the war will spread to several star regions. Billions of blood will be shed wantonly to catch that illusory hope like a phantom moon in the water.

In the real world, this hope is called the Lord of Limits, Robert Guilliman.

But in this world, hope may be a little too cheap.

tsk...

Just as I was thinking about it, the floor suddenly shook violently.

"What's going on?" Celestine looked at Doraemon in surprise.

Is there something wrong with the props?

It shouldn't be.

Doraemon walked to the door in a strange manner, but as soon as he opened it, he smelled a pungent smell of gunpowder. He saw a meteor falling from the sky and passing through a tall building. The floors collapsed instantly and rubble poured down.

"what--"

Several children squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, screaming in fear.

Oh no, it’s bad!

Doraemon frantically tried to dig out the props he wanted from his pocket, but perhaps because he was too frantic, all he took out were useless things: a kettle, a zero-score test paper that Nobita asked him to stuff in, catnip to attract stray cats, a fluorescent lamp, a human-making machine, a magic butt... No, no, it's not these!

No no no it’s too late!!!

Just as Doraemon's eyes widened, suddenly a tattered mecha forced its way into the dangerous building, then grabbed a few children and rushed out.

"It's Orc!" Doraemon heard someone around him exclaim, "The Orcs are the legendary beastmen who love peace, are kind, and have the ability to rewrite the laws of physics!"

According to legend, the Orks are noble creatures created by the Old Ones to rebuild the ruins after the war. They instinctively despise all disputes and will spare no effort to defend peace. They are committed to using their innate and unique attitude to transform every planet into a paradise where creatures of any density can live happily.

Amid exclamations, the huge mecha carried the child out of danger, but people soon discovered something was wrong.

"What it is?"

"Wait! I remember, that's the Tau! The legendary Tau!"

"Wait, don't come over here!"

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust from the falling meteorite, several white mechas slowly walked out with a great sense of oppression, and then without hesitation poured fire on everything in front of them. The power of the rail rifle almost instantly penetrated everything in front of them.

"Die, you filthy damned xenos!"

"Why?" The Ork, wrapped in a tattered mecha, sheltered the child under his body and then asked in confusion, "Why do you want to trample on this peaceful planet? There is obviously no hatred between us!"

The old soldier of the Fire Clan did not even want to respond to the Ork's intentions, as if he was entangled with malice for no reason. He had no mercy, no forgiveness, and he hated all alien races equally!

"Your blasphemous alien existence is a mistake!"

Celestine opened her mouth, but in the end, nothing came out.

The scene before her was so abstract that she didn't know what to say in summary for a moment.

"My lord?"

Celestine asked tentatively.

"No need to take action, just continue observing."

Under the Emperor's guidance, Celestine looked to the side and saw several creatures who should be the Eldar holding human corpses in grief, staring at the evil Tau with anger.

"These spirits..."

Celestine recalled the history of this world that she and Doraemon had seen together for almost a day. It seemed that due to some physiological relationship or the deliberate intention of the ancient saints, most intelligent creatures, led by humans, had the same charm of inviting caress as cats to the elves. For humans, the shape of cats was close to that of babies, which would stimulate the primitive instinct of love and care, and the same was true for the elves.

Based on this instinct, the Eldar split into three parts. The first is the Ark Eldar who have long been arrogant and refused to admit that they are addicted to masturbation. The second is the Clown Eldar who never speak in riddles and are addicted to watching other races perform dramas. The third is the Dark Eldar who transformed Comoros into a famous free tourist attraction in the galaxy to satisfy their undisguised love of masturbation. It is said that the best massage masters in the galaxy, the Haemolects, come from them.

Celestine raised her head woodenly, gazing at the gigantic shadow covering the sky. The Tau Empire's fleet was now continuously deploying its powerful warriors. These warriors not only possessed strong bodies comparable to those of the Astartes, but also possessed impressive psychic powers.

And at this time... huh?

Celestine suddenly realized something was wrong.

Those Dark Eldar opened a door?

The rift in the Warp was momentarily torn apart by the Dark Eldar's grief, and next thing in purple armour was... the Emperor's Children?

Volume 1: Leave Request

I left the company at 11:20 this evening, and the team leader asked me to go to work at 11:20 tomorrow morning. Since I just arrived in Shenyang and don't want to take a taxi, it takes me about 40 minutes to walk one way. I was supposed to have a two-day weekend off, but as soon as I got off, I was called to work overtime and didn't get overtime pay.

To be honest, I was quite happy when I passed the interview and assessment at the beginning, because Yuanfudao is a well-known company with a very good salary. The minimum salary for the first month is 5,000 yuan, and the commission is quite high. During the training, they said that 7,000 to 8,000 yuan is just an average for them.

But isn’t the intensity of overtime too outrageous?

To be honest, I kind of regret not wanting to do this job anymore. I plan to quit next month and find a company that's not so competitive, even if it pays less. I really can't stand working overtime like this. I used to think staying up late was no big deal, but now my whole mental state is like Theresa, who can't escape her fate.

As for updates...

I started coding when I returned to my rental house, and now I’m only a little over halfway done. I really can’t go on.

Good night everyone. I hope that the world in my dreams has an eight-hour work system from nine to five.

Volume 1: Chapter 48: The Silver-White Girl

Celestine looked at those tall figures, which were as majestic and towering as the demigods in ancient Greek legends. The absolute violent beauty was wrapped around the giant and oppressive bodies, but the patterns on their bodies were all uniform with some slightly flawed patterns.

Those patterns are like the broken-armed Vienna and the faded Terracotta Warriors. The flaws not only make them less beautiful, but also make people imagine their beauty when they were complete.

Isn't he the son of the Emperor who seeks perfection?

Celestine looked at those Chaos traitors who were loyal to Slaanesh in the real world. They seemed surprisingly... decent in this world?

Their numbers were even greater than Celestine had imagined, and they could even be said to appear in the form of a legion. After a brief period of turmoil, the Tau people began to release their servants - various alien races controlled by neural collars. This seemed to be derived from the various species in the real world who voluntarily followed the Tau people for the sake of the Greater Good?

In any case, this scene was like a reappearance of the Great Crusade in ancient legends. Those great years laid the foundation for the empire's eternal survival, but at its most glorious peak, it fell short due to the malice of the God of Chaos.

"Let us go." The Emperor looked at the passage in the Warp with Celestine's eyes. "They are already here."

Them?

The Chaos Gods?

"Don't leave me too far." Celestine glanced at Doraemon, who was putting the props he had taken out back into his pocket one by one. She could feel the golden light in her body was eager to try.

"What are the functions of these props?" Celestine asked on behalf of the master she served.

"Of course there are." Doraemon put the human-making machine into his pocket, then held up the magic butt and said, "For example, this can be connected to other people's butts, so you can hit them remotely."

Nobita had been punished by his mother using this tool before.

"Just a spanking?"

Doraemon raised his pure and clean big eyes and looked at Celestine very strangely. "What else?"

"...No, it's nothing."

Celestine looked away guiltily, not wanting to look into the other person's innocent eyes. As a living saint of the empire and the carrier of the Emperor's will, she certainly would not have any vulgar thoughts.

She flew towards the passage with Doraemon. The Emperor's Children along the way seemed to have known about it for a long time and did not stop them. After entering the warp, Celestine finally saw the existence waiting for them.

At this moment, she was within a magnificent warship, with proudly erected Space Marines in Terminator armor arrayed on either side. They were a force capable of making a thousand worlds tremble, yet now they stood there like a guard of honor. Naturally, there was only one possibility for the person they were guarding...

"Fulgrim." Celestine raised her head with certainty.

On the towering throne, a tall, half-human, half-snake creature with six arms was perched on his throne. The oppressive feeling brought by the huge body that was several meters tall was enough to make all those with weak minds tremble, but in the next moment, Celestine shifted her gaze to another existence that was even more difficult to look at.

She was a girl with long silver-white hair, wearing silver-white armor, holy and inviolable. Her azure pupils seemed to reflect the brilliance of the entire galaxy. She looked to be only about the same height as Celestine, but she was awe-inspiring, as if she was naturally sacred. Because of her existence, this Queen of Glory-class battleship, which might be called the Pride of the Emperor, seemed to have turned into a shrine floating in the warp, enshrining this holy and great Lord of Hosts.

It is not a real entity, but an incarnation created purely by psychic energy.

At this moment, the relatively young girl was standing on Fulgrim's throne, standing on tiptoe and gently hugging the latter's forehead, kindly and gently comforting her offspring:

"It's been a long time since we last met. My proud child, it's such a pleasure to see you again."

"Mother..." A hint of joy flashed in Fulgrim's eyes, but he soon looked at the Phoenix Guards below who were trying their best to suppress their presence and disguise themselves as sculptures, and Celestine, who had seen a lot of storms and had an expression that said, "I won't be surprised no matter what happens next." In the end, he gritted his teeth and refused his mother's hug. As a prince of Slaanesh, he would never be overly immersed in anything. The god of pure love once taught him what moderation is.

"No need, I'm not a child." Fulgrim took a step back with difficulty and shook his head hard.

"Okay then." The silver-white girl sighed somewhat dejectedly. Her furrowed brows immediately made everyone present feel guilty, but the next moment she smiled brightly and looked at Celestine and Doraemon below. "So, what should I call you, the beings from another world?"

"Greetings, Great Lord of Mankind." Celestine stepped forward. "I come to this universe at the will of the Emperor to seek reinforcements to save humanity."

"Lord of Humanity—what an arrogant title! I prefer to be called: Humanity's Public Servant," the silver-white girl said with a smile. "Don't be so reserved, great warrior. You've traveled across the universe to come here. Even I must respect the mission and awareness you carry."

This emperor is so gentle...

Golden light flowed out from Celestine's eye sockets, condensing and gathering into a tall figure.

This was the first time Doraemon truly saw this being called the Emperor. His gigantic body, several meters tall, looked like a statue meticulously carved from marble. An indescribable sacredness and majesty converged on him, as if his very existence was a manifestation of the word sacred.

He has walked through the entire history of mankind. He is Yahweh, who guided Moses out of Egypt; he is Zeus, who sat atop Mount Olympus and entangled himself with many beautiful women; he is Shiva, who, out of interest, used the linga as a symbol for people to worship; he is the Celestial King, who caused brother and sister to have sex and give birth to a human child...

He had many names, but now he no longer needed them.

A name is a symbol that distinguishes people from one another, but in order to unite humanity and to unite all armies under the same banner, he chose a unique name for himself:

Emperor.

He is the unique Lord of mankind, the absolute ruler. He has no predecessors and no successors, so he does not need any prefixes or names to distinguish himself from others. It was from that time that he gradually abandoned the proof of being human, including his name.

The silver-white girl gazed at the divinity before her, feeling the humanity that had vanished from the psychic flames, and closed her eyes with some sadness.

"Is that so?"

——Dividing——Line——

PS: I got up at 9:30 this morning, walked out of the rental house to go to work at 10 o'clock, thought about it for a long time and then told my team leader about my resignation. Next, I must find a job that does not require overtime, even if the salary is lower. Anyway, I have no loans and no plans to get married.

Volume 1: Chapter 49: The Ultimate Evil

Using people as a mirror, you can understand your gains and losses.

Looking at the figure in front of her whose inner self was exactly the same as hers, the first thing the silver-white girl felt was the almost indiscriminate force of wanting to destroy everything, which was condensed from pain and despair and wrapped around the other person.

There is no doubt that the other person is her, another self. This is the indisputable answer deep in the soul.

The golden Lord of Humanity did not resist, but showed everything about himself to the other party. As expected, the latter frowned immediately. The Emperor guessed that the other party might be surprised that his entire world was just a prop created by an iron man who came from nowhere.

But in reality, there was no such thing. The silver-white girl did not comment on this. This self-proclaimed public servant, a figure he would not even dare to imagine in his most unrealistic dreams, only had an expression of disbelief on his face, as if he were looking at some incomprehensible magical creature.

"You're so... cruel to your own offspring?" She seemed to be repeatedly considering choosing a less harsh adjective. "Don't you think you were a little too cruel in the past? If you had just cared a little more about your children, many of these things wouldn't have happened!"

Fulgrim looked around and felt as if he was being mentioned. Although he had long been informed by his boss, Sally, who was now obsessed with masturbation, that the person coming was a being identical to his mother, the throbbing that came from his blood and soul made him unable to help but have some different thoughts.

Could it be that he was not actually created by his mother in the laboratory using the power of the Four Gods, but that he also has a biological father?

Uh……

He looked at his gentle and kind mother, then at his cold and serious father, and subconsciously moved his body towards his mother. Although he and half of his brothers had taken the initiative to stay in the subspace and joined the Four Chaos Gods because they did not want to appear like children who could not leave their mothers, it did not mean that he really did not want to be close to his mother.

But what are these two parents talking about? Do they have other brothers?

"I do not have the time or the lingering thoughts," the Emperor replied calmly. "People are wailing and bleeding every moment. At first, I could still spare the time to accompany Horus, to march with Lorgar, and to do everything a father should do. But as the Imperium expands, I no longer have the time or energy."

He was so busy that he had to ignore certain things he knew for the sake of the Great Crusade's efficiency. Back then, he held onto a blind optimism, believing that his descendants possessed not only perfect bodies, but also absolute perfection and fortitude in spirit. Even though some of them were obsessed with carrying gas canisters, excessively pursuing perfection, wanting to drag the Imperium through the Warp butterfly stroke, and using the Legion as a punching bag for not being able to save their brothers...