Doraemon for an imperfect world

"So," Trazyn asked again, "what do you need from me?"

"It's simple. Go and show your people the cruelty of the universe and the lies of the Star God. That's all." The silver-white girl said seriously, "You can go to the conference room to prepare first, Mr. Trazyn. I'll be there shortly."

"Well, exposing the C'tan's lies to the Necrontyr, that's really..."

Trazyn left the room, and a moment later the Emperor and his Guards entered.

He stood in front of the window and looked up at the sky. Some psychic warships whose shapes were completely inconsistent with the laws of physics were passing through the sky, capturing the scattered demons one by one. They did not stop this because it was also a necessary part of reaching a consensus in the negotiations.

The silver-white girl did not want to deceive the ancient saint, or perhaps they had common interests.

Finding common interests is also a crucial part of politics.

"I thought you would really treat those alien races equally." The emperor said softly after pondering for a moment.

"Of course I treat them all equally; that's my duty as a god," the silver-white girl said. "The White King is the Supreme Sakti, and she loves all living beings like her own children... but I'm not Him yet, so I'll be slightly more biased towards humans."

If she regards humans as her own flesh and blood, then the other species in the empire are her adopted children. In most cases, she can divide the cake and responsibilities equally among each child, but if there is a chance, she does not mind taking the opportunity to gain more benefits for her own children.

The Primarch was her most beloved child.

In this respect, she is indeed inferior to the emperor. The emperor's love is the great love of a saint who is merciless and regards all living beings as straw dogs, while her love is often biased.

"Anyway, I've already written a cooperation plan with the Ancient Saints. Theoretically, they shouldn't reject this proposal... Do you have anything else to say?"

"No." The Emperor shook his head. "My Guards will wait for me to negotiate."

Silver-white girl:?

She was stunned for a moment. "Imperial Guards?"

"Indeed, each of them possesses the finest political knowledge and experience." The Emperor nodded seriously. "They will conduct the negotiations on my behalf."

"You rely on the Custodes for everything. How did you manage to establish an administrative system on Terra after you founded the Empire?"

"I told you, each of them has the best political knowledge and experience!"

Knowledge can be learned, and experience is naturally accumulated when the empire was first established.

"No, you can't rely on them for everything, right?" The silver-white girl asked speechlessly, "Do you think you'll let the Imperial Guards talk to the children?"

Emperor: ...

During a strange silence, the silver-white girl saw several imperial guards proudly raising their heads.

"You don't need the Imperial Guard to get involved in communicating this with the child, right?"

The silver-white girl asked guiltily.

The Emperor silently looked away.

"I..." The silver-white girl couldn't help but grit her teeth. "You deserve to be deserted by everyone!"

"No," the Emperor retorted earnestly, "I have never truly been deserted."

"Hmm?" The silver-white girl looked at her golden self with disdain, but unexpectedly found that his eyes were full of seriousness, as if he was stubborn and would not allow anyone to offend him, which made her unable to help but become serious.

"Many have left me. At first, I felt sad, but later I realized that mission is more important than emotion," said the Emperor. When the Lord of Mankind was serious, his charisma could make any creature forget to breathe and fall at his feet. "I also learned that emotion is more ethereal than mission—but in the end, I realized that those truly worthy of your trust will stand at the heart of your mission."

"Malcador." The silver-white girl whispered the name of the hero certified by the Emperor.

"More than that," the Emperor said, "even if you lose some people, they will eventually return and stand by your side so that you will not fight alone."

"Olpersong?"

The silver-white girl knew the deeds of the Eternal in this world. He was once a close friend of the Emperor, but they parted ways because the Emperor wanted to possess the curse of the Tower of Babel. However, when the Horus Heresy broke out, he still returned to the Emperor's side and was eventually killed by Horus.

The Emperor sighed and remained silent for a long time:

"I'll leave the negotiations to you."

"You really know how to order people around." The silver-white girl muttered, but ultimately did not refuse. She walked all the way to the makeshift reception room, with people following behind her. Whether they were the Primarchs, the Mechanicus, Trazyn or the Eldar, they all firmly believed that she would rewrite the fate of everything.

"How's it going, Doraemon?" the silver-white girl asked Doraemon, "Are you nervous?"

"To be honest, it will be a little bit." Doraemon rubbed his head with his small round hands. "I hope everything will go well."

"Of course it will go smoothly, because the other party has no reason to refuse." The silver-white girl smiled and pushed open the door of the conference room, and the past and the future met here.

Volume 1: Chapter 94 The Golden Age

Doraemon walked into the conference room and looked at the toad-like creature in it with some surprise.

One of the toads, who was wearing a shaman-like headdress, looked at them with a kind smile:

"How incredible, child! We never imagined that creatures from the future could travel back to the present through such a vast expanse of time," the Ancient Saints asked. "I've noticed that your equipment is very... simple. It shouldn't be possible for you to travel back to the present."

"In fact, we haven't even considered it." The silver-white girl spread her hands and said, "Since your extinction, no species has ever reached your level. The future is filled with war, so we can only return to the time before the ignition of the violation."

The ancient saints sighed.

As a great species that has achieved psychic ascension, they can naturally analyze what will happen in the future from the captured demons. In fact, they are not unfamiliar with these psychic entities in the warp. The racial gods of the Eldar are a good example, and the madness of those captured demons really shocked them.

"Who exactly is our enemy?" the Ancient Saints asked. Their minds united through psychic energy, they reached a common conclusion in an instant: "Such a powerful enemy shouldn't exist in this universe."

"Let me introduce you to a friend." The silver-white girl walked over, took Trazyn's hand and walked to the center of the conference room. "The overlord of the Nihilak Dynasty, His Excellency Trazyn the Endless."

"This is truly a historic moment," Trazyn grumbled. "What a shame I can only watch."

He glanced at the Necrontyr delegation and saw a commotion. At the source of the commotion he saw a familiar creature.

A familiar yet strange creature.

A creature named Trazyn.

"Alright." He raised his wand helplessly. "Look everyone, I believe you can recognize where the technology used to create this weapon came from. This is my trophy."

The Empathic Obliteration Rod, the principle of this thing is not clear even to the Necrons, but it can release a psychic shock wave while killing an enemy and destroying nearby enemies with the same ideas and goals as the first victim, so it is deeply loved by Trazyn.

"Spoils... of war?" The Ancient Saints were visibly bewildered. "So you're trying to say that it was you soulless machines who destroyed us?"

"No, they are merely enslaved weapons," the silver-white girl explained. "Your true enemy is the Star God, and my friend is merely a victim who has been enslaved and had his soul devoured."

"Star God?"

"That's right." The silver-white girl looked at Evelyne again. "You should explain it. After all, you have been hiding on this planet for a long time, right?"

Evelyne was stunned for a moment. Before she could figure out what this meant, a group of clowns came out from behind her:

"The curtain has fallen, and all beings are actors. But before the script is written, I still have the opportunity to tamper with the ending."

This group of clowns of the Eldar appeared when she just arrived in Randan. They voluntarily followed the Army of Death, but it was not until then that Evelene realized that it seemed that there were not just a group of clowns coming here, but a greater figure following them.

"Is it him?" Celestine looked at the clowns, then looked at Kya with some confusion.

Larvov, this is the Eldar who suddenly appeared and pulled Doraemon to enter the Webway, but shouldn't she have been killed by Kiya?

However, facing Celestine's gaze, the confusion in Kiya's eyes was even greater than hers.

Yeah, that's what's going on.

She was suddenly shocked to realize that she had no memory of it at all!

Oh no, this is terrible. Did I mess this up?

For a moment, Kiya was so frightened that she almost cried.

"Don't get excited, kid. This isn't your fault." At this moment, the Silver Emperor's voice rang out in her ears. "After all, he wasn't just a clown. You've done your best, kid."

Along with him appeared one of the only five remaining Eldar gods in the future - the Laughing God Xigaoqi.

(The other four are Aisha, Kane, Aeneid and Slaanesh)

Larvos, the clown incarnation, bowed gracefully to the audience, but everyone could sense he was merely a possessed shell. The true God of Laughter had already silently arrived and greeted his former master from sixty million years ago:

Then the eyes of the ancient saints lit up one by one.

"What's going on?" Doraemon asked somewhat confusedly.

"The Ancients are fundamentally different from us. Their psychic prowess makes their thinking, communication, and even interaction indescribable to non-psychics," the silver-white girl explained. "The Laughing God must have brought back some books from the Black Library."

"The God of Laughter?" Doraemon was even more confused. "When did he appear?"

"I don't know either." The silver-white girl said, "In fact, I only discovered his existence when you amplified my spiritual power by adding vinegar."

As they spoke, the eyes of the ancient saints dimmed. They seemed to be communicating and thinking about something. More spiritual power passed through the highest heavens and began to gather on this planet. The arrival of that huge will alone caused a violent ionization reaction in the atmosphere of this planet. Colorful auroras twisted in the sky.

After a long moment, they opened their eyes, and this time, there was more than one person speaking, but countless responses mixed in, as if an entire race were watching together:

"We've seen what's going to happen," they asked. "This was our mistake, and we won't let it happen again."

"I'm afraid not." The silver-white girl shook her head. "The future has already happened. Even you can't rewrite what has already happened, right?"

"So you came back from the future to the present, what do you want to convey to us?"

"To put it simply, we have a better plan." The silver-white girl extended her hand. "In the established history, there is no place for you in the Milky Way for the next 60 million years, but we still have another world and its enemies."

"Titanium tiles." said the ancient saint.

"That's right." The silver-white girl shrugged. "You can go to that world, and the Four Gods of Pure Kindness will come to this world to replace Chaos. We will return 60 million years later, and you can return with the creatures from that universe. By then, the civilizations of both universes will be completely free of the malice from the Warp, and a golden age of kindness and tolerance will arrive in the Milky Way—but that golden future needs to be forged by our own hands!"

"Golden Age." The ancient saints pondered and discussed this invitation to alliance from the future. Their thoughts rubbed and collided in the subspace, and after only a few hours, they came up with a unanimous answer.

Volume 1: Chapter 95: Beginning of the Letter

After successfully negotiating all the details, the Ancient Saints began to move to the Mirror World as a whole, and temporarily fought against the malice of Tau Wa on behalf of the four pure gods. After the Silver Girl took Taraxin to the home planet of the Necrontyr, she successfully signed a 60 million-year labor contract with the other party.

Then, Ran Dan Xingchen began to travel through time and space again.

Thus, the War in Heaven ceased to exist.

"How's it going?" Doraemon looked at Malcador beside him expectantly. "Has the subspace calmed down?"

After closing his eyes and concentrating on the situation, the frail-looking old man revealed a complex expression filled with mixed feelings, but ultimately, this complexity transformed into a sigh of relief.

"I can't believe we did it."

"That's great." Doraemon breathed a sigh of relief. In front of him, the power of time correction began to take effect. The demons that once belonged to the Four Gods of Chaos were blown away by the wind with a scream. The subspace energy that enveloped the galaxy was replaced by a more gentle force. The dark clouds on the horizon dispersed, and a ray of sunlight penetrated the clouds and fell on Doraemon, and then reflected a bright blue from his body.

In this way, the world will become a better place in the future, right?

This way, I can leave with peace of mind.

"We won," the Emperor muttered to himself. This Lord of Humanity, who had lived for tens of thousands of years, to the point where his so-called bottom line had long since disappeared in the passing of time, could not help but utter a whisper that only he could hear: "We won."

In the rebellion war launched by Horus, mankind suffered the most irreparable defeat. He thought that the future would only be the lingering survival of this great race, but in such endless despair, a miracle actually appeared.

He actually won!

He looked into the distance, where countless people were standing and staring at him. This overly scorching gaze made him feel inexplicably ashamed, but from now on they would no longer have to worry about the invasion of the subspace, and even without themselves, the future of mankind would surely be infinitely bright.

The unrealistic dream of a future in which humans no longer need to rely on themselves to survive should have perished along with his Emperor's Dream long ago, but now it has reappeared, right before his eyes, within reach.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" the silver-white girl whispered through psychic transmission, "These soldiers have just experienced the most brutal war. They fought fiercely in the last hell created by the evil god. You should give them the honor they deserve... Don't look at your imperial guards, turn your heads around!"

"In fact, I think you are more suitable for this matter than me." The emperor said tactfully, "The capable should do more work. I have always believed so."

Malcador rolled his eyes.

He is quite familiar with the saying that those who are capable should work harder.

During the Great Crusade, before Horus became Warmaster, the Emperor traveled all over the galaxy, handling all the political affairs of Terra and even the Imperium by himself. The Emperor, in accordance with the principle of using him as much as possible, doubled his workload repeatedly, and then showed an expression that said, "I believe you can do it."

Once Malcador had completed the doubled workload diligently, the Emperor would naturally feel that the previous workload was a bit too little and could be easily solved even if it was doubled - Malcador was very familiar with the Emperor's virtues and knew how sincere his old friend was in dealing with people.

The silver-white girl gritted her teeth, but finally curled her lips. She turned around and stretched out her hand to Doraemon. "Anyway, could you please come over here for a moment?"

Doraemon blinked in confusion, but still stood beside her. Just as the Emperor was about to leave, he was held down on the shoulders by silver-white psychic energy. The silver-white girl once again raised the Emperor's Sword in her hand. The four pure and kind gods in the subspace gave a tacit smile, and then pure white petals fell from the air. A polite melody began to play, a blue vision appeared in the sky, and gorgeous pink crystals condensed from the ground.

The eyes of all gods converge here, cheering for the warriors who have crossed the deepest level of hell.

"Gentlemen, we have won. This is the war to end all wars. You have defeated humanity's greatest enemy. For thousands and thousands of years to come, your legend will be passed down through the generations to come!"

The silver-white girl cheered, followed by an earth-shaking response. Doraemon also looked at this thunderous scene with shining eyes.

Should we take a picture of this historic moment... No, no, no, it seems a bit inappropriate to suddenly take out a camera or something.

After saying this, the silver-white girl pointed the sword in her hand at her army, as if she was about to reward them:

"Krieg's Death Korps, the bravest and most fearless mortal soldiers, your greatness and nobility are witnessed by all. Your courage and sacrifice are unwavering. Therefore, in the name of the Emperor, I declare that all your past sins will be forgiven and your heroic homeworld will be reborn. Before you return to that irradiated death world, a monument recording your great deeds will be returned with you."

Doraemon saw the soldiers wearing gas masks kneeling silently, and then these warriors who remained silent even in the face of death burst into fanatical roars, as if there were countless predecessors behind them kneeling in front of the emperor, venting their emotions through their throats.

The silver-white girl at this moment was like an ideal goddess, a philosopher king who would convince anyone who saw her. She smiled and ordered the mortals to stand up, then turned the sword as if to pat the shoulder of the next person. Before she opened her mouth, the person being pointed at had already started breathing rapidly.