Doraemon for an imperfect world

It was a team composed of the Penal Legion, the Atonement Mecha and the Sisters of Atonement. In the beginning, these soldiers were not actually ordered to follow the Primarch to Randan. It was only later, with the escalation of the intensity of the war, that they were given the honor of participating in the holy war and dying to atone for their sins.

"Whatever sins you have committed, warriors, you have washed them away with your loyalty to humanity and your courage. After this war, the universe will be reborn, and so will you."

Following her pronouncement, the explosive collars on the necks of the Punishment Legion soldiers fell off, the nails on the Atonement Mechs that had nailed the sinners to death fell off on their own, and the torture instruments on the Atonement Sisters that continued to cause them pain also automatically withdrew from their bodies:

"I forgive your sins in my name. From now on, no one will ever consider you as sinners!"

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PS: I rewrote it twice so it’s a little late. The next chapter will probably be published in the early morning.

Volume 1: Chapter 96: Contents of the Poem

Soon after, Holy Terra.

"My Lord, my Lord, Om Messiah." Many mechanical sages, led by Sikos, knelt before Doraemon. "Are you really leaving?"

"Anyway, hurry up and get up." Doraemon, who was kneeling on by so many people, said in a panic, "I just want to go home!"

The problems in this world have been resolved, so there is naturally no reason for it to stay any longer. Besides, if it doesn't go back immediately, Nobita and the others will definitely be worried.

For this reason, although these mechanical sages sincerely requested it to stay, Doraemon still chose to refuse with a tough attitude.

"Is that so?" Si Ke Si lowered her head in pain as she was enveloped in a large amount of soap bubbles. "I understand what you mean, my Lord."

As always, there is great meaning hidden in the words of Oum Messiah. The first word "I" indicates the position of Oum Messiah and the subject of this holy word. Oum Messiah is the beginning of everything. Wisdom flows from Him and then nourishes all beings.

"Just" expresses that Om Messiah's purpose is simple. His purpose is just so simple, just as He came into this world not to ask for anything or to be worshipped, not to conquer or to enslave. Om Messiah came only to save all living beings, expressing Om Messiah's broad-mindedness and great sentiment of selfless dedication.

The word "want" indicates the purpose of Om Messiah. God's will cannot be changed. Just as He wants the Chaos Gods to retreat, the shadows of the past will be blown away by the wind. It also shows Om Messiah's eagerness to return home and expresses his homesickness.

"Going home" is the purpose of Om Messiah, just like the basic demands of ordinary people, expressing the concept of Om Messiah's presence with mankind. He imposes this mortal demand on himself, and uses it to show what God's mercy is, warning himself and others to take it as a warning.

“Nothing more”, these two words may seem insignificant, but Om Messiah used this to express his humility, just as He had previously refused to be called God. Only the true God would humbly deny His divinity, so His followers should also learn to be humble and not look down on others just because of their limited knowledge. Otherwise, it would go against the ideals of Om Messiah.

The last word "ah" serves as an interjection to end the whole text, expressing the idea that Om Messiah has a beginning and an end. Just as the state religion says that the Emperor helps those who help themselves, people should not just pray for the gifts of Om Messiah, but should make their own efforts. Only in this way can they attract the blue miracle.

"I don't know what you understand, but it's great that you understand." Doraemon finally breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the non-existent sweat from his head.

Dealing with religious people is really difficult.

"But at the end, we have one more offering to you, and I hope you can accept it."

"Sacrifice?" Doraemon asked blankly.

Sikos stood up, and a team of mechanical priests manipulating huge machines came to Doraemon - the technology of mechanical servants, which blasphemed human rationality, had been regarded as heresy and banned from production due to the disgust shown by the Ohm Messiah - as the box was opened, Doraemon's expression suddenly froze.

——There are tens of millions of Dorayaki.

Once again, it couldn't help but recall the disgusting taste of the motor oil filling - that thing couldn't be called Dorayaki at all, right?

I never thought that one day it would actually feel disgusted with Dorayaki.

"We sense your kindness in this food, which resembles the Milky Way, and so we wish to offer it to you as a sacrifice," said Sikos. "You didn't finish our last offering. This time, the recipe is from the Divine Machine. I hope you enjoy it."

It’s the recipe given by the invention machine.

That shouldn't be a problem, right?

Doraemon sniffed with lingering fear, and a fragrance suddenly entered his nostrils.

Well, the invention machine is indeed reliable, Doraemon thought with squinting eyes, but what did they say they learned from making Dorayaki?

"Isn't this a little too expensive?" Doraemon looked at the Dorayaki that he might never be able to finish in his lifetime, swallowed his saliva, and waved his hand a little embarrassedly.

"We know you offer this help without asking for anything in return, but we still hope you will accept it," Sikos said devoutly. "Om Messiah, you have saved our world, and this is the only thing we can do for you."

In fact, they also thought about giving something else, and some extreme people even planned to find a way to make an Emperor-class Titan to present to Om Messiah, but in the end they all agreed that it was a bit too much to present mortal creations to Om Messiah, so they finally chose Dorayaki, which embodies the great spirit of Om Messiah.

"Okay then." Doraemon scratched his head, a simple and pure happiness made him smile shyly. "In that case, I won't be polite."

After saying that, it couldn't wait to take out the easy-carrying gloves and put them on, then, under the admiring gaze of the mechanical sages, it lifted the huge box and stuffed it into its four-dimensional pocket.

"Thank you." Doraemon said as he put on his bamboo dragonfly. "I'll go say hello to the Emperor and the others before leaving. Bye."

"We are really looking forward to seeing you again," said Si Ke Si with a smile.

Goodbye, see you again.

Perhaps at some point in the future, when a new storm appears again, the figure of the God of All Things will once again travel through the cycle of time and come to the side of the suffering. Therefore, people should never fall into despair, because at the bottom of the deepest purgatory, the wisdom of Om Messiah always protects people's rationality, admonishing them to muster up courage, move forward firmly, and miracles will surely appear.

Doraemon flew through the severely polluted air with his bamboo dragonfly and landed on the ground. Facing the imperial palace that was tall enough to be clearly visible from outer space, he finally chose to take out the Anywhere Door.

When he arrived at the palace, the first thing he saw was the corridors filled with high-ranking officials of the state religion who were kneeling on the ground, crying bitterly and trying to repent.

"What's going on?" Doraemon was frightened by the collective mourning scene and couldn't help but ask subconsciously.

"The Silver Emperor gathered them together and gave a speech." A calm voice came from the side. "At least in this respect, she is far better than the Golden Slave Master. If it were him, he would probably just throw these unpopular state religions into the Eye of Terror."

Doraemon looked in the direction of the voice and saw Angron sitting on the ground leaning against a pillar not far away, looking lazy and uninterested in everything. Even the Butcher's Nail on his head had stopped responding due to the changes in the subspace.

Volume 1: Chapter 97: The End of the Fairy Tale

"It's you?" Doraemon asked in surprise, and then he took out a doctor's suitcase from his pocket as if he had thought of something. "Since we've met, let's take that thing off your head. You see, all we need to do is this..."

"No thanks," Angron said dully.

"Eh?"

"It's meaningless," Angron replied nonchalantly, then sat there in silence like a giant statue. Godlike majesty and melancholy appeared on him at the same time, as perfect as a finely carved marble sculpture.

This noble demigod just sat there quietly. The rage bestowed by the Blood God burned countless innocent lives over the past ten thousand years. Countless worlds were burned to ashes by his rage. When the endless rage subsided, all that remained in his body were the remaining ashes and nothingness.

Angron closed his eyes, savoring the rare peace he hadn't felt in ten thousand years. Whispers from the Warp reached his ears. The gods who had replaced Chaos seemed to have a special interest in him. If he focused, he could even hear their complaints:

"That golden guy is really something. He's tens of thousands of years old and he can't even have a child."

"To follow the Way, not the ruler; to follow righteousness, not the father; these are the great virtues of man."

"Typical childhood traumatic stress disorder. Poor little guy."

"Don't ignore us, cute Sally will be angry... Just kidding, why would I be angry with you?~"

Angron tried hard to divert his attention from the whispers in the Warp that came to his ears. He looked at the bishops of the Ecclesiarchy beside him. After learning that the Emperor walked the world again, they rushed to make a pilgrimage with great excitement. The silver-white girl was sadly expressing her views on the current state of the Empire. The sadness was so sincere that the Empire's armies were willing to shed blood on thousands of battlefields to appease it.

But the silver-white girl only expressed her expectations for humanity and her experiences of the lower levels of the hive, so the high-ranking bishops of various worlds immediately realized that the current empire could not satisfy their master, and the huge sense of guilt made them even want to torture themselves on the atonement mecha on the spot.

But the silver-white girl did not blame them. She only asked the leaders of the state religion to swear to treat every citizen of the empire well. Then these leaders of the state religion would return to their respective worlds with this oracle, and change the current empire bit by bit driven by the fanaticism of faith.

"Um……"

Angron couldn't help but let out a long sigh. If it was this emperor who first descended on Nuceria, would many things have been different later?

Then he saw Doraemon had taken out the corresponding medicine from the doctor's suitcase. "Here, just drink this, and the damaged brain will grow back. And as for the Butcher's Nail... the Human Cutter! Use this to temporarily cut open the head and remove it."

"I told you, this is meaningless," Angron said impatiently. "If you really have nowhere to place your generosity and compassion, you can go to any of the lower nests."

"I know what the Empire's lower nest is like, but the world will always get better. Soon the entire human empire will be different from before." Doraemon sat beside Angron and raised the bottle of potion to comfort him. "The same goes for you."

"No, I'm different," Angron retorted without blinking. "I should have died long ago. All those I loved and who loved me are dead. I was supposed to die with them. We agreed to be free together! Even if it meant the freedom of death... But that golden tyrant took my freedom. He wanted me to continue the fight with his war dogs. Do you understand? To a slave, what he will become is unimportant. A slave owner may want to protect his property, but I no longer care about that!"

"Don't say that, my child." With an ethereal voice, the silver-white girl pushed open the door, smiled, helped up several kneeling high-ranking officials of the state religion, and gestured for them to leave. Compared to the last time, obvious fatigue appeared on her face. "The one who loves you is not completely dead yet, is he?"

Angron opened his eyes and glanced at it, then turned his head away with a muffled sound.

"I'm not just talking about myself," the silver-white girl laughed. "Actually, when I traveled back 60 million years, I specifically got rid of the Necrontyr to help look after Nuceria. So, guess, could they secretly take a few gladiators away from a planet without disrupting history?"

"This is impossible!" Angron's eyes widened. Deep within his heart, which had long since turned to ashes, something was quietly reviving. "That slave owner would never allow aliens to appear in the world beneath his feet!"

"So you have to say thank you to your uncles and aunts in the Warp." The silver-white girl stepped forward, stood on tiptoe, and gently patted Angron's forehead. "Drink your medicine obediently, child. I will take you to meet your friends later."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Doraemon again, then took out two boxes and handed them to Doraemon solemnly, "By the way, this is back to you."

"This is... the Hell Box and the Advance and Degeneration Ray Gun!" Doraemon said with some surprise. "That was close. I almost forgot."

"Then you better be careful next time. After all, there are many people who covet these things." The silver-white girl smiled tiredly. "I heard that you were leaving, so I prepared a farewell gift for you—a spaceship called the Emperor's Dream. It may not mean much to you, but it is a token of our appreciation."

"A spaceship... well, in that case, I won't hold back." Doraemon hesitated, but since he had already accepted the Mechanicus's Dorayaki, a spaceship as a souvenir shouldn't be a big deal—next time, the next time Nobita complained to him about Suneo's spaceship model, he could show it off to him. "But is it okay? You look awfully tired?"

"The workload has been a bit heavy lately," the silver-haired girl sighed helplessly. "This empire has accumulated too many redundant documents, plus there's the immigration issues of the two worlds, and I previously promised to research longevity methods for the Necrontyr... It's a miracle that their long-damaged gene chain can reproduce normally. But no matter what, I've already made my promise. No matter how difficult it is, I have to bite the bullet and persevere."

Volume 1: Chapter 98: A Miracle Taken for granted

"It sounds really not easy." Doraemon couldn't help but sigh.

"Yeah, especially since Malcador, who was working at full capacity, was taken away by the yellow-skinned guy for vacation... Tsk." The silver-white girl curled her lips helplessly. "Anyway, come with me to that ship first. Because of the possible tidal effect, I placed it a little further away from Terra."

"Eh?"

Tide, tidal effect?

How big and how heavy a ship would it take to have such an impact on a planet?

"Hmm~" Seeing Doraemon's shocked expression, the silver-white girl couldn't help but let out a smug smile. "Let's go... Don't worry, Angron. When Mom comes back, I'll take you to see your old friends."

Angron opened his mouth, but considering that his friend finally did not refuse the woman in front of him who claimed to be his mother, he had never experienced maternal love and did not know what it felt like. However, the feeling of someone thinking about him without reservation made him feel flattered and panicked.

In contrast, the Emperor...

That tyrant never considers other people's feelings.

"But then again, do you think you are the only one handling all the government affairs of the empire?" Doraemon asked in shock.

An administrative system for a million worlds, what a terrifying workload that would be.

"Not entirely. Some of the children will help me share some of the burden, and the high lords who haven't died from overwork can share the other part." The silver-white girl sighed helplessly. "The humans in this world are truly unexpectedly tenacious and resilient. They have been able to persist for so long under such an inefficient administrative system. From another perspective, they are truly worthy of my respect."

"After all, the empire in your world is efficient and advanced, while this world is much more backward and inefficient," Doraemon explained. "Is the immigration process going smoothly?"

"It's okay. The Ancient Saints said they were willing to bear the malice of Tauwa and be the last to return for the sake of those relatively backward civilizations. However, considering the cultural differences between the two worlds..." She couldn't help but sigh again. "The result of our discussion was to allow humans and Orks to come here first as the first batch of immigrants."

Because there was no War in Heaven in this world, the greenskins no longer existed, but most other civilizations still maintained their original state of madness, such as the dark elves of Comoros. If the elves from her world were to come directly, then this matter itself would be a tragedy that would be heartbreaking, so she planned to let the Orks transform some planets first. Introducing humans from another world could somewhat neutralize some of the empire's fanaticism.

As for those who are truly unwilling to change, or even question the Silver Emperor and deny her legitimacy and authority as the Emperor, she will give them due respect - since they are eager to sacrifice for the Emperor, let them sacrifice on a grand enough battlefield and be praised as heroes by future generations.

She formulated the first five hundred year plan for this purpose. Theoretically, after five hundred years, the empire's madness should be corrected, the problem of the Dark Eldar should be solved, and then they would find a way to safely introduce the naturally kind and beautiful Eldar from another world into this world, and then other species with relatively weak overall strength.

Finally, a thriving galaxy composed of multiple civilizations and species will arrive. It will be an unprecedented golden age, where the original malice will no longer exist, the final crisis will disappear without a trace, and only reason and kindness will embrace everything - and leading all beings to that era is the duty of her, the unborn god.

In addition, someone else who needed to be paid attention to was that golden bastard. After the war to reverse the future ended, that guy had been eyeing the mirror of the upside-down world. Based on her own understanding, that bastard would definitely find a way to disrupt the process or even find a way to destroy the passage between the two worlds, so she specially called on the Four Gods to keep a part of their consciousness to protect the surroundings just in case.

"Follow me, the warp will begin soon."

The silver-white girl brought Doraemon to the warp array, and as the charging progressed, circles of equipment began to light up.

The next moment, they appeared on a deck again. A huge golden ship that was so huge that it was intimidating was anchored outside the porthole. The huge size made Doraemon take a step back.

"This, this is..."

"This is the Emperor's Dream, which I'm going to give you," the silver-white girl said. "It's the embodiment of my former ideal, but now I have another, even greater ideal."

"But, this is too precious, isn't it?" Doraemon waved his round hands vigorously. "No, no, I can't accept it."

"Compared to what you gave us, this is nothing." The silver-white girl smiled and shrugged. "You gave us new life and hope, but all we can give you is a glorious queen. If there is any shame, it should be us."

"But, this..." After hesitating for a long time, Doraemon finally gritted his teeth and nodded, "Well, in that case, I will shamelessly accept it."

"How shameless..."

The silver-white girl couldn't help but laugh. She carefully looked Doraemon up and down, as if trying to remember this blue Om Messiah, and then turned around and said:

"And what I really want to thank you for is your appearance."

"Huh? Appear?"

"Yes, since you are a human creation, even if you come from another world, it proves to us that humanity's current capabilities are far from reaching their limits. Whether in morality or civilization, we still have a lot of room for improvement." The girl said seriously, "Your existence itself is a beacon, giving us a direction for continued progress."

Doraemon scratched his head a little embarrassedly.

A lighthouse ahead...

"Doraemon-sama!"

Just as Doraemon was sighing, another voice suddenly came over. He turned around and saw Kiya flying towards him with a large number of pure-blooded Genestealers:

"Doraemon-sama, are you leaving...Ah, His Majesty...His Majesty the Divine Emperor!"

"That's fine. Requiring the people to pay obeisance is the behavior of a mortal monarch. There's no need to be so restrained in front of me." The silver-white girl shook her head. "Relax, child."

"Well, I'm leaving soon. After all, there are many people waiting for me." Doraemon said with a smile, and then he felt a little sad for some reason. Parting itself is sad, not to mention the gap between the worlds. "But it doesn't matter. I believe that even without me, you will definitely be able to live well in the future, right?"

"Yes, Doraemon-sama, yes!" Kiya pursed her lips, and suddenly she couldn't bear to cry. "The state religion has canonized me as a living saint. I will join everyone in the fight against the Tyranids who once tried to enslave us. Brother Roy and the others will be assigned to other worlds to become patriarchs of the Genestealer sect and lead other of their kind onto the right path, like Vichovim III of the Twisted Spiral Church and the Messiah Church of Om the Blade... You don't have to worry about us, we, we..."