Doraemon for an imperfect world

"This……"

Upon hearing this, the team members behind Luna couldn't help but look at each other in confusion.

"Huh? What's wrong? Don't you believe it?"

Seeing this, Seraphim continued excitedly, "Do you think my brother doesn't know all this? In fact, the purpose of your existence is simply because with such a team, he can obtain so-called assistance from the Second Empire. It's that simple. Those arrogant, vain, and damned aliens are afraid of the Star Ark floating in this galaxy and dare not send their fleet over. So they want us to extinguish our own fire. It's stupid, right? These businesses are not a big deal. Do you know how much resources it can bring us? As long as we control the Lesi chip, we will control the lifelines of millions of aliens. We can let them work for us in our own civilization. Do you understand what this means?"

As he said this, Seraphim opened his arms. It didn't matter even if Luna didn't want to shoot. She was the one carefully selected by his brother and the ideal future of the Satyr race. Therefore, he could forgive her indifference. But it didn't matter. His men would come up soon and everything would be over then.

……

quiet--

……

Ok?

Several minutes passed without Seraphim's men showing up. He couldn't help but excitedly pull out his intercom and ask, "What's going on? Why haven't they come yet?"

"I'm sorry, sir, but something's not right?"

On the other side of the intercom, a panicked, even terrified voice came over, "We've climbed several flights of stairs, but we haven't seen you. And there's something wrong with the stairs. Something's very wrong!"

"What about it?"

"I don't know how to explain to you. This building should only have seven floors, but, but..."

On the other side of the phone, a team of Satyrs were almost trembling as they looked at the stairs in front of them. Not long ago, they received a signal from their commander and were ready to go up with their weapons, but when they ran to the seventh floor, they found that the room inside was empty, and the stairs on the side could still go up.

At first they thought they had remembered it wrong, but after climbing several flights of stairs they realized something was wrong.

In this building with only seven floors, they climbed at least twenty floors, and the stairs continued to extend upwards, as if endless. At that moment, it was as if the absurdity hidden in the universe was truly displayed before all of them. There were no terrifying monsters, no terrible explosions, but it was this seemingly infinitely upward staircase that aroused all of them's fear of the unknown.

——If they only built seven floors, then what were the remaining floors like?

Faced with something that goes beyond common sense and rationality, no one can move forward.

406

Chapter 406: Star Guest.

A bunch of trash!

Seraphim thought a little irritably, but at the same time he knew that his subordinates would never stop unless there were special circumstances. Compared to loyalty, which was too expensive, what he used to command his subordinates was a cheaper but equally effective thing - interest.

Even in a backward civilization like the Satyrs, the society still relies on the flow of money to bring endless power to the entire society. The astronomical figures he provides to his subordinates are enough to discourage ordinary people. Even the monthly salary of any member passing by his door may be the life savings of an ordinary person. No one would be willing to give up such wealth, so Seraphim is willing to believe that his subordinates have indeed encountered something incomprehensible.

Well, it’s obviously alien technology again.

Seraphim's cultural level is not high, and he can even be considered illiterate among many civilizations in the Second Empire. Therefore, his understanding of technology is very simple. To him, there is no difference between antimatter bombs and black powder firecrackers. After all, they can both explode, but one is said to be very powerful and the other is very small. Therefore, the current situation must be the product of evil alien technology.

"Damn it! Damn it, damn it!"

Seraphus slapped the wall behind him in frustration. After venting his anger, he finally managed to calm himself down. He gently patted his chest, took a few deep breaths, and elegantly pulled out a metal bottle from his pocket. He opened the exquisitely crafted bottle and took out two dopamine inhibitor tablets and tossed them into his mouth.

"Well, dear guest, you have successfully left me helpless...so can we start negotiating terms?"

"What conditions?"

Doraemon was stunned for a moment, then he immediately reacted and waved his round hands, retorting, "Do you think we are here to get involved with people like you?"

"if not?"

Seraphim asked matter-of-factly, "I can probably guess what you're thinking. You're happy standing on the moral high ground and being a hero, right? That's enough. I'll give you enough compensation for you to pretend nothing happened. All you need to do is walk out of here and return home with your well-deserved reward. Don't worry, I'll prepare precious metals commonly used in the Second Empire as your reward. When you return, just claim you won the lottery by chance while on vacation on this planet. Even if someone investigates later, they won't find anything wrong."

This guy is really infuriating.

However, if what the other party said was true, then it would be almost impossible for him to receive a fair trial on this planet.

So, what should we do?

What props can be used?

"Why, are you still hesitating?"

Seeing Doraemon's distressed expression, Seraphim couldn't help but sneer. "I advise you to give up and not get yourself into trouble. Or do you really think the Lesi chip was developed by the Satyr species themselves?"

"what?"

Doraemon asked, "Could it be that the Lesi chip was not developed by you?"

"Ah?"

Seraphim pulled open the curtain and looked at the sky outside the window. In the blue sky, a huge and ethereal outline was hanging in the blue on the other side of the sun.

"Star Guest?"

Kurilnai said doubtfully, "You're not trying to say that they're the ones running the criminal business on this planet, are you?"

No matter how you think about it, it's a bit too ridiculous, right?

They are an advanced civilization that has lasted for 50 million years. When their poor ancestors were unable to even think because of the curse of the enemy, they had already built giant arks one after another in the vast void of the entire Milky Way. What's more, such a great civilization never communicates with other species. It has always been a solitary parade in the sky, disdainful of casting eyes full of reason and wisdom on the ground.

"Why, you don't believe it?"

Seraphim said matter-of-factly, "Yes, in your perception, they are secluded people who have always been quiet and inactive, living in harmony with the world. But can you guarantee that all individuals in an entire civilization hold the same view? Can you be sure that some of them won't want to sprinkle a few grains of sugar on the ants on the ground for fun? The Satyr species is such an ant. So, after knowing this, my two guests, do you still intend to pursue this matter to the end?"

"So, they are the culprits, right?"

Doraemon raised his head and asked.

"Not quite."

Seraphim said this lightly, then took out a photo from the secret compartment of the table beside him and handed it to Doraemon. "To be precise, the culprit is one of them, but it doesn't make any difference. Are you still planning to question them why? Go back obediently, I will have someone send your reward to your ship without any deduction..."

This guy's attitude is really...

"Things starting with し come in."

As Doraemon spoke, the photo in the other person's hand was immediately transferred to his own hand - this was the only way to enter after the barrier field was deployed.

In this picture, a strange, humanoid creature appeared on a screen. It was similar to a human, with thin limbs, a swollen head, and a part on the top of its head that looked like an antenna. However, the most eye-catching thing was that there was a long thing under its body, similar to some kind of nozzle - it was obviously a specialized sphincter. Xingtianke used this developed organ to accurately spit out the gas produced by the fermentation of food by intestinal flora to move in a zero-gravity environment.

"Well, in that case."

Doraemon said, pulling out something that looked like a projector from his pocket, "Photo Infiltration Observer!"

After saying that, it stuffed the photo into the side of the projector in front of everyone. Seeing this, Seraphim immediately wanted to stop it, but when it got close to a radius of one meter, it was completely blocked by the invisible barrier field.

As the props were activated, a projection screen suddenly appeared in front of them, and then Doraemon drilled directly into it in front of everyone's shocked eyes.

Seeing this, Kurilnai couldn't wait to move his tentacles and followed. The only ones left at the scene were Luna and Seraphim, who were fully armed and at a loss, staring at each other in confusion.

At this moment, in the space of the photo, Seraphim was looking at the creature on the screen with some excitement. The creature had extraordinary wisdom and had undergone many transformations to be infinitely close to perfection. Then suddenly, he saw two creatures appear out of thin air beside him.

407

Chapter 407 Dignity.

"So, are you really willing to help us?"

A little kid holding a camera in the photo asked with longing.

"Do you really want your civilization to be respected?"

The creature on the display slightly opened its squinting eyes and asked with a half-smile.

"That's right!"

The young child said, "Those aliens have always looked down on us Satyrs, so I want to prove through my own efforts that we are no worse than anyone else!"

"In that case, why do you ask us for help?"

The creature on the display screen asked with disdain.

"This……"

A look of embarrassment suddenly appeared on the child's face.

"It's pathetic, ridiculous, should I say it's worthy of being the descendant of a traitor?"

The creature scoffed, "But it doesn't matter. I will give you the technology you want."

"really?"

A hint of surprise suddenly flashed in the child's eyes.

"But you have to understand that this isn't to help you. I'm doing this simply because I can. Do you understand?"

The creature raised its head proudly, like a god in the sky looking down at the ants on the ground. "You must recognize your place."

"Then what do you want?"

The child quickly asked, "My father is the chief of all the Satyr people. I will become a chief in the future. You can have anything you want as long as it is what we have."

“What I want is simple.”

A playful expression flashed across Xing Tianke's face. "I want a pet, a high-quality royal pet meticulously designed by QU."

"what?"

The child was stunned for a moment. "I don't understand what you mean?"

"What I mean is simple."

The Starry Sky Guest rubbed his slender fingers together and said, "Kneel down, swear to be my pet, and then do your best to please me. It's that simple."

"Shut up!"

Doraemon suddenly rushed in front of the child and pointed at the Star Guest on the screen and asked, "Is it fun to trample on other people's dignity like this?"

"if not?"

On the other side of the screen, a creature high in the sky said as a matter of course, "What are you? Are there other creatures on this planet that are so round?"

"Ahhh, I'm so angry!"

Doraemon said as he took out TV retrieval glue from his pocket and then stabbed it into the TV screen in front of him. Xing Tianke on the opposite side was about to mock him and asked what he could do to him through the screen, but the next moment he was hit in the face by the glue and then pulled out.

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

He screamed suddenly. Although the Starry Sky Guests had made a lot of modifications to their genes, these modifications were all concentrated on the brain. Their bodies were so fragile that they could not even adapt to the gravity of the planet's surface.

Doraemon came to the Anywhere Door holding the glue, and then stuck the figure with a head that was half a meter in diameter on the Anywhere Door. "Okay, open this door quickly, and your home is behind it."

Although it was unclear what had happened, the creature instinctively waved his slender arms on the handle and twisted it hard. The air in the Star Ark, which had an oxygen content far higher than normal in order to maintain their super brain, suddenly came out from the gap in the door. However, he had just pushed it open a little when Doraemon brought him back to the world of the photo and then stuffed him into the display screen.

——This photo is not of the past time and space, but an independent "photo world", so whatever you do to it will not affect the real space. After all, their world is just a photo.

However, was this child's childhood wish just to gain respect for his own race?

As if frightened by Doraemon's previous behavior, the child suddenly jumped out of the photo when Doraemon looked over, and was then grabbed by the tentacles of Kurilna's secondary body:

"Who are you? Why are you suddenly here?"

The child pretended to be calm and said, "You want to kidnap me? What do you want?"

This kid, he is...

Seraphim took in everything that had happened before, and he looked at the child in front of him with almost trembling eyes.

He was clearly terrified, yet he was forcing himself to appear calm because of his identity. Was this... him?

"Don't worry, I'm not a bad person."

Doraemon stuffed the props back into his pocket, and then said helplessly, "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

"Then why are you here?"

"Because I don't want you to go astray."

Doraemon gestured to Kurilnai to put the child down, then squatted down and gently stroked the child's head and said, "In this world, only dignity earned through hard work is real. If you give up dignity in order to gain it, then you will never be truly respected."

"But my civilization is very backward."

The child turned his head away, as if he was having trouble speaking, and said, "We don't have our own writing system, our own laws, or our own schools. It wasn't until my grandfather's generation that all the tribes were united. Can we really be respected based on our own abilities?"

"OK!"

Doraemon said firmly, "All great civilizations have come from times like yours. Besides, your grandfather has already completed the first step of a great civilization, right?"

"The first step?"

"Well, didn't you say that he unified all the tribes on the planet through his own efforts?"