Doraemon for an imperfect world

"You said you share the same diet as us, hoping to teach us humility by example. You're actually telling us to share your compassion and sympathy for others. You said you're just like us, expressing your great desire to walk with us. It's always believers who follow the gods, but you're willing to come among us and be with us. This fully demonstrates your greatness and selflessness." Sikos diligently activated the array of micro-meditators mounted on her body. "The only mistake I made was the holy oil. I actually assumed you needed the same lubrication and devout blessing as any mortal creation. The laws of physics are but fragile threads at your fingertips. I overlooked your omnipresent divinity and nobility."

Go back and add this paragraph to the exam content!

"I don't have that many ideas!" Doraemon covered his head helplessly. "Don't interpret what I said into something I don't even know."

"I understand," said Sikos. "I will obey your will, my Lord. I will not interpret your oracle at will."

Just as one can see different sides of an object from different angles, the same sentence will contain different profound meanings in the minds of different people, which is by no means something that one can fully interpret. Even trying to interpret the omnipresent wisdom of Om Messiah is itself a kind of arrogant ignorance.

Yes, just as the question has no unknown answer, the words of Om Messiah also have no unknown deep meaning. It is a profound thought that cannot be fully understood by human wisdom. All I can do is record it so that more people can bathe in its glory.

Doraemon: ...

Although I don’t know what this girl understands, as long as she doesn’t do reading comprehension exercises casually on herself, it’s fine.

The emperor sighed again upon seeing this.

He was very familiar with this scene. Luo Jia had done the same thing in the past. He made a so-called book of holy words and claimed it was his own quotations. However, he himself could not remember when he had said those words even after thinking for a long time.

The Holy Word...

That most pathetic product, the most vicious work, enslaves the minds of the people with ignorance and stupidity.

What is even more tragic is that the Empire needs this ignorant belief to maintain sufficient cohesion, which is its reliance for survival in this dark and cruel universe. So even though he knew it was drinking poison to quench thirst, the Emperor ultimately had to sit back and watch the rationality he dreamed of being burned by the wildfire of religion. He was once again pushed onto the altar of the religion he hated the most.

Volume 1: Chapter 69: The Endless

Doraemon looked at Fulgrim and the human head in his hand.

"This is……"

"Myself in the other world," Fulgrim of the Mirror World said with a hint of regret, "As you can see, he has fallen."

"No problem, leave it to me." Doraemon took out the restoration lamp from his pocket. "With this, I can restore him to his pre-demon ascension state."

As he spoke, Doraemon pointed at the head of the demon primordial being and turned on the switch. With the help of the props from the 22nd century, a tall naked human figure lay unconscious in the corridor.

"And then there's this—a camera change!"

Doraemon takes out a camera-like prop. Just put in the picture of the clothes you want and aim it at the target. After pressing the switch, the target will change into the same clothes as in the picture.

After a click, a set of gorgeous European-style clothes appeared on Fulgrim.

"I beg your pardon," Fulgrim sighed, "but I sense the shameless corruption that has seeped into his very bones. Even returning to human form would be of no avail."

"Huh?" Doraemon was a little surprised. "Why?"

"Degeneration comes from within," explained Fulgrim in the Mirror World. "I can sense that he is resisting the harsh reality, numbing himself with lowly pleasures. He attempts to immerse himself in them, abandoning everything else in an attempt to fill the void within."

"The emptiness in my heart?" Doraemon asked in confusion. "What does that mean?"

"To put it simply, this child's soul is incomplete." A voice echoed through the air, carrying the ninth level of mystery. "To use an analogy, it's like a shattered mirror, full of cracks. Slaanesh filled some of it with his will, but the other, most beautiful part was shattered long before that in great pain."

Tzeentch of the Mirror World gently explained that the so-called corruption always comes from within, and even if he becomes a pure human being again, Fulgrim will only repeat the same mistakes.

"So, he actually has another part of his soul wandering around outside?"

"That's the theory, and if we follow the correspondence between the two worlds—what do you have to say, Mr. Trazyn?"

Roy was stunned for a moment and subconsciously looked at the Inquisitor beside him. He really couldn't imagine what kind of connection this Inquisitor had with the high and mighty Primarch.

"Tarrazin?"

Several Mechanicus sages seemed to realize something and made angry noises.

The data began to be compared and matched, and finally a corresponding existence was found in their huge database:

Trazyn the Infinite, Overlord of the Necrons, the Soulless One who profaned the wisdom of Om Messiah.

"Abomination!" From beneath their blue robes stretched out a variety of deadly weapons, some of which were templates just obtained from the God Machine. "Filthy alien, this is not a place you should set foot in!"

"What a shame!" Trazyn extended his right hand, and a scepter appeared in his hand. At the same time, his figure began to transform in a burst of green light, and a tall metal skeleton stepped out. "Abomination, abomination again? Are you really so incapable of any originality? I can't count the number of times I've been called that. Considering your level of knowledge, I would have thought you would have a more appropriate adjective."

"The adjective itself is quite apt," one of the upright sages responded without hesitation. "Abomination (noun): something that is repulsive, disgusting, hateful, or vile. From the Old High Gothic, ab homine, 'away from mankind.'"

"Cawl made a similar mistake," Trazyn sighed gravely. "The original meaning of this word should be 'to avoid as a bad omen'—but considering how much of your culture you lost during the Dark Age of Technology, this is understandable."

"What a meaningless quibble!" said the sage. "That is human culture, and only humans have the right to interpret it."

"Alright, alright. Since it involves the right of final interpretation, there's nothing I can do about it." Trazyn shook his head. "I do have a clone of Fulgrim in my collection, but I paid a heavy price for it. So if you want him, you must pay the price."

"Damn alien!" Sikos gritted her teeth, the plasma under her robe began to charge. "This is not the place for you!"

"Wait a minute!" Doraemon quickly held down the terrible-looking weapons on Sikos' body. "Let's talk it over nicely!"

"That's right," Trazyn said gracefully. "It turns out that your master is much more sensible than you are."

"Tarazim the Infinite." Fulgrim of the mirror world crawled to the side of Doraemon and stood guard together with Celestine, whose eyes were shining with golden light. The Trazim in his world was a serious philanthropist who donated many collections related to the Hell War period free of charge, making all races aware of that great past, but he did not trust the Trazim in the other world.

"First of all, even if this body is destroyed, it won't be a loss to me." Trazyn raised his hands to show his harmlessness. "But does this mean there is another me in this world? Did he also experience the War in Heaven?"

"In our history, that was the first major encroachment of the lower realms upon the physical universe," Fulgrim responded. "The stars turned to inferno, and two ancient great races battled each other in the inferno of the material world, until the Old Ones, before utterly annihilating themselves, stirred the sea of ​​souls to manifest three benevolent gods."

"That's really... sounds like there are a lot of novel things worth collecting." Trazyn shrugged. "Let's make a deal. I do have a clone of Fulgrim in my collection. It's my responsibility as a guardian of the galaxy's historical relics. So if you want to have it, you must be prepared to pay a high price."

"That's too much! That's someone else's child's soul, not some collectible item!" Doraemon said dissatisfiedly. "And even if it's a clone, locking someone up and collecting them without permission is a bit too much, isn't it?"

"Perhaps." Trazyn spread his hands and looked at Roy. "So you want to consider my conditions? The rumored technology that can give life to inanimate objects, and the progressive and degenerate radiation gun in his hand, shouldn't be a big deal to you."

Isn't this extortion?

Doraemon reached into his pocket:

"Get your handbag."

Volume 1: Chapter 70: Titanium is Awesome

In dealing with people, Doraemon always abides by the universal moral standards from the 22nd century, so in most cases it will do its best to respect everyone - but there are exceptions in some cases.

This robot named Trazyn is obviously a kidnapper, right?

Since he is a kidnapper, there is no need to be polite.

"With this bag, I can retrieve anything I've left behind. Although I'm not sure where it's going..."

As she spoke, golden light extended from Celestine's eye sockets and transformed into a thick golden hand, which forcibly inserted into the handbag. After a grope, it roughly pulled out a huge man by the collar.

Trazyn: ...

He suddenly understood how the Eldar felt when they saw the inertia-free engine. This magic-like thing wasn't scientific at all, right?

Where did this come from?

"And then there's... the Fusion Machine!"

Doraemon took out a drill-like machine and attached the suction cups on both sides of the machine to the tops of the two Fulgrims' heads. Through this machine, any two objects or creatures can be combined. For example, it and Nobita once combined an antique urn and a bathtub into a classical-style bathtub, combined a TV and a cabinet into a large TV that could hold things, and combined a refrigerator and a bathroom into a cold storage. The last item seemed to have made his mother angry because the vegetables were placed in the toilet after the combination.

However, if the fusion of organisms is done, there may be some problems. For example, after it merged with Nobita, the violent conflict between the two thoughts of "wanting to take a walk" and "wanting to sleep in" eventually led to a fight between itself.

But considering that these two Fulgrims might actually be one and the same, it shouldn't matter, right?

As the tool began to operate, two Primarchs, who were tall and looked like gods, were sucked into it at the same time, and were then spit out again with the tool trembling.

"This should be fine, right?" Doraemon scratched his head uncertainly.

"As expected, you are the God of All Things!" Sikos's whole body was shaking with excitement. What a great creation it was. It easily tore through the boundaries of common sense and completely crushed the alien's arrogance.

Celestine nodded gently. "My Lord says that Fulgrim is now whole again, but no one can be sure whether he will be loyal or corrupted again when he awakens."

"In that case, we can only take it one step at a time." Doraemon stuffed the props back into his pocket, but at this moment, the sky suddenly darkened, and the gorgeous warship named Pride of the Emperor was forcibly ejected from the subspace amidst a violent vibration.

"Wow--"

Doraemon lost his balance and fell to the ground. He supported himself with his hands and shook his head vigorously, trying to see clearly what was happening. But as soon as he looked up, he saw the huge star outside the porthole. The surface of the star that released light and heat seemed to be distorted by something, revealing one human face after another struggling in pain.

Not only the stars, but the entire star system is shrouded in a creepy malice. The terrifying illusions are directly reflected in the distorted reality. The creepy shudder spreads within the star system like the cold air of a morgue, drowning everyone, as if it were a glimpse from the tomb of the universe after the catastrophe and the end of all things. It was born in the wailing of the end of all things, and cried in the last breath of the deceased. The death of every living being makes it more complete. On the day of the end of destiny, it is called the lowest evil way.

And now, she is revered as the God-Emperor by a species, and her name is Titanium.

"What happened?" Doraemon asked hurriedly. In front of him, black mist seeped into the great ship, and Tau people in fully armed combat uniforms began to appear in this noble Queen of Glory.

Fulgrim of the Mirror Universe immediately attempted to organize a rebellion, but the Mirror Universe's Slaanesh quickly stopped him:

"Wait a moment, conserve your strength, this time the enemy cannot be easily defeated."

"It's an expected result." A clear female voice with nine mysterious echoes responded calmly, "Doraemon and the blessed ones, you should return to your own world first. We will solve it immediately."

"Is it really okay?"

"Don't worry, at least for now, Tzeentch is no match for our combined strength." Tzeentch in the Mirror World said confidently, "In any case, leave now and leave the rest to us."

At this moment, the metal in the ship that was touched by the black fog began to decay and disintegrate rapidly. The savage roar of the Tau people echoed in the corridor:

"Destroy the aliens! Cleanse the galaxy!!!"

boom--

Fulgrim in the Mirror World casually swatted away a Tau who rushed down the corridor like a madman, and asked in confusion, "This is so wrong. Why did Tau suddenly notice this place?"

He had led coalition forces of various civilized races to fight against the Tau many times before, but this was the first time that he could make the God of Destruction unleash such power.

"It's clear that the appearance of another world has attracted her interest, just like a flame craves firewood." Tzeentch of the mirror world said, "But I have to be honest, the reason she discovered the problem so quickly is related to me in that world."

"Tzeentch," said the Emperor. "No wonder it is so quiet."

"This is my responsibility," said Tzeentch from the Mirror World. "Simply stopping the me from that world is not difficult, but fighting it without being discovered is nearly impossible."

The Emperor did not say much about this. Anyway, he had already taken away four demon primarchs and their legions from this world, as well as hundreds of demon legions under the command of various good gods and even another self!

Not a loss.

Four-colored streams of light shone in the black mist, like a few bright lights in the endless wilderness, and like the many stars in the dark night, firmly dispelling the ominous darkness.

Beyond the waves of the Warp, dozens of Aether Lords roared, tearing through the walls with their psychic energy, rushing towards Fulgrim at a speed that even the Phoenix Guard could barely keep up with.

"Let's go." The emperor's majestic voice came from Celestine's mouth.

"Wait, what about them?" Doraemon asked. "What about the other people on this ship?"

"What should we do if Titanium Valves are allowed into our world?" the Emperor asked calmly.

This is a very simple question, just like a train rushing towards two tracks, one track is crowded with people, and the other track is sparsely populated. Ordinary people may be at a loss due to moral constraints, but the emperor will choose to give up the minority for the majority without hesitation.

As for Doraemon?

It will fly over wearing a bamboo dragonfly and try to save everyone.

"Ah, what should I do, what should I do, what should I do..." Doraemon frantically flipped through his props. "The creation combination is wrong, the shrinking light is wrong, the material conversion light is wrong... the pre-written diary!"

Volume 1: Chapter 71: Who has the final say on the lines?

"God Emperor above."

The crowd dispersed on their own, knelt down, and stared at the silver-white figure with great enthusiasm. Although the appearance was different from many statues in the empire, a certain emotion from the bottom of their hearts made them sure of the true identity of the figure.

What's more, it's not unprecedented for the Divine Emperor to appear in the form of a young girl, right?

"God Emperor, my Lord, my eternal faith!"

A group of pilgrims in tattered clothes stumbled and tried to rush over, but were stopped by fanatical nuns halfway. These people had voluntarily followed the Empire's expeditionary force. The Regent gave them the qualification to serve on the battlefield, but this did not mean that they could usurp the glory of the God-Emperor.

Several older nuns had even pulled out their guns and pointed them at these ignorant untouchables, but under the silvery-white light that illuminated all living beings, the machine spirits refused to fire the fatal bullets.

"Stop, my daughters."

The silver-white girl walked over, and the nuns immediately scattered in panic.

She squatted down, and her smooth jade-like feet stepped into the mud, but were not stained by any filth. She gently helped up the pilgrims, as if she was a little overwhelmed by this grace. The pilgrim with a yellow face and a malnourished look was a little overwhelmed for a moment. He knelt down again, with his hands raised high above his head.

"God Emperor, I, I, I..."

"What is this?" the silver-white girl spoke gently, looking at the shriveled bag in the pilgrim's hand and asked.

"This is my life's savings, my lord," the pilgrim said tremblingly. "I wanted to give it to a saint on the battlefield, the angel of death, or the great guards."

"So, you want to give it to me?"

"I am willing to dedicate everything to you!"

"In that case, do you know why I ascended to the throne?" The silver-white girl squatted on the ground and suddenly asked.

"what?"