Doraemon for an imperfect world

"Father?"

Kolakos was stunned for a moment. Before he could say anything, a golden light enveloped his body. In a dizzying moment, he was forcibly pulled back into the material world.

"Can't you be a little gentler with the child?" He heard an angry female voice, with a kind of reassuring power in it.

"Time is running out." It was his father's voice, with unquestionable majesty.

Korakos shook his head, and when he looked up, he saw his glorious father. He was so tall that even the Primarch had to look up to his majesty.

Then Corakos saw the Daemon Primarch, the Genestealer, and Doraemon beside the Emperor.

Demons, aliens, iron men.

He looked to the side and found that he was not the only Primarch. Wolf King Lemanus and Chagatai Khan were sitting next to him. The latter shrugged helplessly while the former shook his head at him imperceptibly.

After receiving the hint from his brother, Corakos wisely did not immediately ask what those things that were enough to get any ordinary imperial noble executed along with their entire family were all about. Instead, he looked at his father again.

"Wait a moment, child." The silver-white girl seemed to feel his gaze and turned her head with a gentle smile. "I will explain everything to you clearly. It will be done soon."

For some reason, this girl inexplicably made him feel somewhat familiar. There was a temptation in her words that made him want to indulge in it, but he found it difficult to explain what that feeling was.

That feeling made him think of the young Evelynya, but more tolerant.

"Next is Vulkan, Beast Wars..."

Korakos saw the silver-white girl operating an unknown machine. As the machine started, a smell of gunpowder and earth-shaking shouts of WAAAGH came.

For a Primarch, the sense of smell can contain a lot of information, just like the wine Robert Guilliman had served him. The moment he opened the package, he could analyze the genetic sequence of the plant from the smell of fermenting grape juice, when it separated from the ancestral lineage in the evolutionary path, the quality of the air during its growth, the mineral content of the water it absorbed, and the chemical composition of the soil. But almost as soon as he had roughly confirmed the battlefield environment from the subtle echo of the sound waves, his father immediately and without hesitation pulled out a dark Primarch from a ball of green energy field.

"Vulkan?" Corakos blinked.

The Emperor has this technology?

Then why didn’t you use it when you were looking for your son all over the galaxy?

Volume 1: Chapter 82: Fighting for Humanity

Korakos watched as his brothers, one after another, were roughly pulled out of the machine that could make the Mechanicus shudder. Even Malcador's ashes were collected, covered with a pink cloth, and resurrected with a confused look on his face. He couldn't help but fall into deep thought, but soon something even more incredible happened.

The blue iron man at the side took out something like a flashlight from his pocket, and then under the illumination of the flashlight, the machine began to rapidly enlarge. Amid the crazy enthusiasm of the oil man in a blue robe at the side, one Astartes Legion after another began to stride out under the leadership of their respective Primarchs.

Corakos even saw another version of himself!

"What is going on?" he asked in confusion.

"Who knows?" Leman Russ, his brother, said nonchalantly. "Look, our father didn't react at all."

The Emperor indeed did not have any big reaction to this otherworldly scene. He still stood there, still shining brightly, but the light and heat around him were far more difficult to look at than ten thousand years ago.

This made him somewhat uneasy, but the Primarch of the Space Wolves was quite open-minded. The Wolf King, known for his savagery, simply stood aside with his arms crossed, calmly meeting the reverent gazes of the thousands of aliens nearby.

"Take it easy, brother," he said, and the pair of canine teeth that were exposed when he opened his mouth were enough to make everyone's hair stand on end. "There's no point in being nervous."

"you're right."

Corakos took a deep breath, accepting the wisdom beneath his brother's savage exterior.

Watching the vast army lined up before him, a great force capable of crushing the sea of ​​stars and burning the heavens was gathering before his eyes. The ones who attracted everyone's attention with their breathtaking absolute presence were undoubtedly his father and the silver-white girl.

"Let me explain!" The silver-white girl stood on a high place. She stretched out her hand, and a gorgeous silver-white ceremonial sword appeared in her palm. The sword, like herself, seemed flashy and unsubstantial, but anyone could understand from the pain in their eyes when they looked at the sharp edge what a dangerous and deadly weapon it was. "I am the Emperor, Mother of the Primarchs, and the Eternal Protector of Mankind!"

Korakos frowned and looked at his father who was like the rising sun. At this time, the Lord of Mankind was standing beside him like a solemn and majestic statue.

god?

Only Luo Jia would believe this kind of thing, right?

As he was thinking this, he suddenly heard Luo Jia's voice:

"I must remind you, mother, that no matter the great beings of the Warp or the White King you will ascend to, they are essentially just a natural phenomenon of the Warp." Lorgar looked at his mother sternly and sharply. This was the only thing he would never back down from. "I admit that you are a more advanced life form, but you should not be worshipped as gods. Nothing should be above human reason itself!"

"Science can't explain everything," Mortarion retorted, his body wrapped in the fragrance of plants and trees, white flowers and vines blooming on his power armor. "You must learn to understand them with the abstract thinking of the Warp."

Corakos: ???

What's the situation?

"Quiet." The silver-white girl soothed her children's quarrel with a smile, and then changed the subject, "The past is unimportant. What we are going to say next concerns the survival of two worlds. If we win this battle, we will all usher in a new world that will never be invaded by evil gods!"

Upon hearing this, Corakos couldn't help but concentrate and listen carefully.

Two worlds?

Could it be that those brothers are from other worlds?

"Let this Om Messiah explain the details." The silver-white girl held out her hand. Corakos heard a roar from the Mechanicus. Accompanied by enthusiastic shouts, the plump blue iron man from earlier stepped onto the platform. "Hello everyone, my name is Doraemon..."

With the explanation of the Om Messiah, Corakos finally understood what had happened.

Iron Man, Two Worlds, Mirror Emperor...

"Gentlemen!" The silver-white girl leaned on her sword with both hands, her silver-white hair dancing in the wind. The silver-white aura surrounded her unparalleled majesty. This heroic goddess issued an imperial order to her army: "The welfare of all beings is at hand. Sever the hope of the evil god in this battle. This is a battle for salvation, and also the battle of the end!"

"We will join you in the battle and herald the Twilight of the Gods!"

After a moment of silence, there was a thunderous roar that shook the heavens and the earth, and even the gods had to look sideways:

"For the Emperor!!!"

The silver-white girl couldn't help but smile when she saw this.

"No." She raised her sword, the silver-white blade raised above her head, the silver-white flames burning the sky, conveying her will. With the same smile that always inspired everyone to die bravely, she said, "For humanity!"

The Emperor stood by, his gaze filled with anticipation. He also extended his hand, flames gathering in his palm. Although his Emperor's Sword had been entrusted to Roboute Guilliman, its sanctity lay solely in the possession of the Emperor. Amidst the flames, a brand new blade materialized in his palm.

"For humanity!"

Doraemon, sandwiched between the two, looked around. With the atmosphere at this point, he had no choice but to raise his chubby little hand and join in the shouting, "For humanity!"

"For humanity!" Under the leadership of the Primarch, the Legionary Astartes began to shout, and the orderly roar seemed to have turned into a whole that was enough to make everyone's heart break.

"For humanity!" The Mechanicus, draped in blue robes, shouted respectfully at the miracle given to them by Om Messiah, their hearts filled with passion for God's mercy.

"For humanity!" The gene stealers roared to the sky, shouting out their faith that would remain unchanged even if the world changed drastically and their bodies changed.

Kiya glanced around nervously. She was still immersed in the honor of fighting alongside the Emperor. Seeing the others start to shout, she quickly gathered her courage, excitedly raised a hand and shouted:

“…Human!”

This scene really is like a dream.

All of humanity unites to fight for humanity as a whole, rather than for oppression, exploitation, plunder or conquest among humans.

A new world without the evil gods of the subspace?

Koracos couldn't help but feel a little yearning. If it were such an era, his ambitions and dreams would definitely come true!

Then he also uttered a soft cry:

"For humanity!"

Volume 1: Chapter 83: Coracus and Coracus

"So, you are me from another world?"

Corakos asked, looking at the figure in front of him.

Standing before him was an extremely elegant being. He stood upright not far away, holding a cane. A mechanical device similar to a monocle was installed in his left eye. At this moment, he was directing his descendants to set up the defense line with a calmness that was incompatible with himself.

For some reason, Corakos always felt that there was something about the other person that made him feel instinctively disgusted.

He took a moment to drive this unreasonable disgust out of his mind. After all, they were comrades fighting side by side, and he should give each other due respect.

"Hello, another me." Corakos in the mirror world gave a polite smile, then lowered his head and began to calculate something.

"What are you calculating?" Corakos couldn't help asking.

"Oh, just some basic interest rate issues." He said casually in the mirror world. "I'm evaluating which debt slaves among the war assets we brought here might be able to pay off their debts after the war, and making some targeted adjustments to the interest rates in advance."

"Indentured debt slave?" Korakos couldn't help but frown. He instinctively felt a little disgusted with this unfamiliar word.

"That's right," said Coracus in the Mirror World elegantly. "Letting people carry a certain amount of debt is beneficial to social development. To avoid bankruptcy, they're forced to work harder, fearing that the slightest mistake will result in the deduction of their vital performance bonuses."

"So, you brought some indebted workers here to serve as auxiliary troops?" Corakos asked with a frown.

"How could that be?" The Mirror World's Raven King crossed his arms and squinted his eyes. "Even I wouldn't over-exploit the army. The indentured debt slaves I'm talking about are actually apostles from the Warp."

Apostles are probably equivalent to the demons of this world.

"Them?" Corakos asked, somewhat puzzled. "How did you get them into debt?"

"Well, that's actually quite simple," said Corakos in the Mirror World with a calm smile. "First, I signed a contract with the apostles of the Warp, linking their existence to the currency of the Savior Planet. Then, I shorted the economy of the Savior Planet."

Corakos blinked.

"Short?"

Although it was the first time he heard this word, the Primarch's innate wisdom immediately made him understand the viciousness of it.

"Yes, destroying an economic system is incredibly easy. I could easily raise the price of a loaf of bread to half a million," said Corakos from the Mirror World. "During that time, I acquired nearly all of the industries on the Savior Planet. As the ultimate producer, I possessed a large number of apostles as debt slaves. They had to work diligently for me to ensure their debts didn't become unbearable. Unfortunately, when I wanted to apply this system to other planets, my mother arrived and put a stop to it."

"What's the point of this?" Korakos frowned, instinctively rejecting the words he had said.

"Maintaining social stability," said Coracos. "In a capitalist society, people simply attribute their own or others' misfortunes to a lack of effort, rather than causing unrest like your empire. Do you still not fully understand the value of the word 'capitalism'?"

"For a Primarch, I don't see how that makes sense," retorted Corakos harshly.

"Haha, my brother, it seems you clearly don't understand the difference between capital and resources." Mirror World's Corakos said with a smile. "Let me give you an analogy. Imagine there's a disease spreading, and I happen to have a drug that can cure it. I certainly wouldn't cure every patient at once, because that would only earn me money, not capital. I would deliberately ensure that the drug circulates while the disease continues to spread. As long as there are always patients holding the antidote, I'll command everyone's respect. Even the government would have to consider the social unrest I could cause. That's capital."

After a pause, he added, "Similarly, if I were to design a planet, then to ensure that it would be exploited, I would deliberately ensure that the planet's key resources could not be produced independently. It could be water, food, or something else. In short, that is my leverage over them. If they want to survive, they must accept my exploitation. Do you understand? This is much more efficient than the whip you use to drive slaves in your empire."

"But even so, there's no need to burden everyone with debt!" Korakos demanded. "It's easy for you to make everyone's life better!"

"Indeed, after all, the resources produced on the Savior Planet are actually in excess, and the Primarch's home planet doesn't pay taxes." In a tone that left a strange sense of emptiness on the streetlights, Corakos in the Mirror World asked, "But if everyone is equally rich, then doesn't that mean everyone is equally poor?"

"you!"

"So, a lot of the time, I'm just exploiting for its own sake. After all, without the savior of the indebted population, its vitality will inevitably plummet." Mirror World's Corakos shook his head in a serious tone. "My brothers always think I do this because I enjoy exploiting. They really misunderstand me."

"So you take it for granted that you can oppress your people?" Korakos demanded. "Do you consider yourself noble? Do you think you were born to be superior?"

Corakos in the mirror world was a little surprised. He looked at his other self for a moment and suddenly asked, "Your empire still has slavery, right?"

"...Not the savior." Corakos's tone suddenly weakened.

"On my home planet, everyone only needs to work five days a week, two days off, and eight hours a week to get a decent living wage and five insurances and one fund. What about yours?"

Corakos: ...

"The average lifespan on my home planet is over a hundred years. What about yours?" Kolakos in the mirror world continued to ask.

Corakos: ...

"Even so, it doesn't mean that what you did is right." Corakos said firmly, "People are born equal, and no one should oppress others!"

"Really?" The Lord of the Raven Guard in the Mirror World shrugged. "I don't think someone born in an empire that uses their own kind as servitors has the right to speak to me like that."

Corakos was silent.

Completely irrefutable.

Volume 1: Chapter 84: The Empire's Most Outstanding Blood Ravens

In the end, Korakos didn't continue arguing because he realized that given the situation of his empire, saying more to the other party would only bring humiliation upon himself.

So he gave up arguing and saved his beautiful vision for the future. After this war that changed everything, he would have enough time and energy to cultivate a new society without oppression and exploitation, where all people are born equal, on the soil without the malice of the subspace.

Just as he had promised himself that he would return to the planet of salvation, to the place where he first opened his eyes after surviving the war of the Great Expedition, and make his hometown a perfect example of humanity.

...He broke his promise.

Korakos couldn't help feeling a little depressed, but he knew now was not the time to be depressed.

He stood up and walked towards the Anywhere Door, which was also a prop taken out by the Iron Man called Om Messiah. Several sages were surrounding the door, waving incense and applying holy oil, trying to appease the machine spirit inside.

Korakos paused for a moment before reaching the portal, then looked towards the Emperor once more. His super senses as a Primarch allowed him to hear their conversation clearly even in such a noisy environment.

"The final war? I hope it can end soon." Doraemon sighed reluctantly, "Why can't we just sit down and talk it over?"

"There's no room for discussion." Malcador shook his head. "Whether it's the Four Gods of this world or Tauwa, their malice is both groundless and endless."

"So we must forge ahead, through the deepest hell, and rebuild Heaven with our own hands," the Emperor said. "Malcador, do you have any advice on communicating with the Imperium of this era?"