Doraemon for an imperfect world

"Alright, alright." Doraemon gently patted the crying little girl on the back. "As the saying goes, all good things must come to an end. Parting is inevitable."

"I know...but, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Doraemon-sama, I just can't help it..."

"We have also prepared a gift for you." Roy, who had transformed into the Genestealer leader, squatted down and handed over a scroll with both hands. "We know this is definitely not as good as the gifts from your followers or even the Emperor, but we still hope you can accept it."

"Thank you." Doraemon took the painting with both hands. It showed himself standing on the platform and shouting for humanity. The images of the two emperors on the left and right were deliberately faded. The background was a dark sky and a bloody battlefield. Faintly in the darkness there were four light spots representing the four pure gods.

"The name of this painting is 'The Empire Favored by the Gods,'" Roy explained. "It was painted for you by Israel."

"Well, I will cherish it." Doraemon solemnly put the painting into his pocket. Compared with those overly expensive gifts, this souvenir is more to his liking.

"And us."

As he spoke, Guilliman and Sanguinius arrived nearby. Guilliman knelt on one knee and solemnly handed over a box. "Sanguinius and I have discussed this for a long time. Perhaps ordinary gifts would be meaningless to you, so I had Cawl prepare gene-seeds from twenty legions. These seeds have sustained the Imperium for thousands of years. As gifts, they may not be precious, but we hope they will remind you that a world was once born again because of you."

At this moment, a picture suddenly appeared in front of Doraemon's eyes:

"Help me, Doraemon. During class, the teacher said that children inherit their parents' genes, but Fat Tiger, Suneo, and the others laughed at me, saying that I have bad genes and that no matter how hard I try, I'll never amount to anything. Wow..."

"There's really nothing we can do about you—gene seed!"

I always feel like something like this will happen.

"Well, I will keep it carefully." Doraemon took the gene seed seriously, which was not only a respect for Guilliman, but also a respect for the suffering and persistence of the empire over the past ten thousand years as he mentioned.

Seeing Doraemon accept it, Guilliman couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He really didn't know what to give to this Om Messiah. If the gene seed didn't work, then he could only find a way to order some Dorayaki from the Mechanicus - but the Mechanicus had already given it to him, and it always felt a little lacking if he gave it to him again.

It was Sanguinius who proposed the gene-seed, and when Cawl went to get the gene-seed, he mentioned to Sanguinius that the Blood Angels' thirst for blood might be a genetic trait that the Emperor had deliberately retained.

This incident made him silent for a long time.

Back then, he had always been worried that Bloodthirst would be discovered, and that his genetic offspring might be eliminated by the Emperor. For this reason, he even had some of his offspring secretly build a base in advance, ready to retreat at any time when facing the Dark Angels and Space Wolves... But it turned out that the Emperor knew it from the beginning, and even did it on purpose?

Then why didn't he tell me? Why did he make me worry for so long? Was it because he thought this matter was not worth mentioning at all, or because he thought a truly excellent warrior should be cruel and bloodthirsty?

This incident made Sanguinius depressed for a long time, and what made him even more helpless was that his genetic descendants openly said something like "Blood thirst and black rage are gifts from Sanguinius. It is because of this red hunger and black rage that we can become excellent and perfect angels" - he himself hated this instinct, okay?

On the contrary, this lady...

"Well, what's up, kid?" As if noticing his gaze, the silver-white girl turned around and gave him a kind smile. "If you need any help, just let me know. I'll do my best to help."

"Thank you, ma'am," Sanguinius sighed. "It is because of my gene-children."

"A genetic disease?" The silver-white girl nodded slightly. "I understand. After dealing with the Necrontyr issue, I'll find a way to resolve the Blood Angels issue... By the way, remember to give those warriors in your legion who have served too long a break. They won the New World with their own hands, and they should be able to see the world they won with their own eyes."

"Thank you for your help, ma'am."

For some reason, when facing this lady, he did not feel the same uneasiness as when facing the emperor. It seemed that he could tell her anything, and he subconsciously believed that she would help him.

"Saying thank you is too awkward." The silver-white girl shook her head. The children in this world seemed to have various psychological problems stemming from their childhoods, even after being dragged through the space-time mirror. Perturabo and Mortarion were constantly at odds, Fulgrim was experiencing withdrawal due to his past behavior, and Konrad Curze seemed normal at first, but the girl later discovered that his mind only categorized others as innocent or sentenced to death...

The family education that the emperor missed ten thousand years ago now needs her to make up for it twice as much.

"Anyway, I'm glad to meet you all." Doraemon said seriously, "I will remember you all."

"Well, we will definitely remember you." Kiya said with tears in her eyes.

"Wipe your tears, child." The silver-white girl handed over a handkerchief. "You should be happy for it, because it will soon go home and reunite with its family."

"Yeah, I know." Kiya sniffed hard and said in a crying voice, "Congratulations, Doraemon-sama."

Roy beside him clapped softly and said, "Congratulations, Doraemon-sama."

"Congratulations, Doraemon." The silver-white girl said, clapping her hands.

Amidst everyone's congratulations, Doraemon suddenly seemed to remember something. "Thank you everyone, but come to think of it, I think I forgot someone."

“If you forget something, it is unimportant,” Guilliman said.

"That's right."

At the same time, in a certain paradise world.

"what……"

The Emperor lay on the beach, enjoying the coolness of the sea water lapping against him again and again, sighing with relief:

"it is finally over."

"My Lord, do you need to apply some sunscreen on your body?" Several guards asked, staring at the Emperor's almost perfect body.

"Leave me alone and don't talk to me. Let me enjoy my free time without having to worry about anything."

"And when I'm not working," Malcador asked, lying beside him. "But is it really okay to hand over the empire to her?"

"For now, this is the best option," the Emperor said, narrowing his eyes. "Even if I wanted to do something, it would be extremely difficult under the will of the Four Gods. It would be better for me to continue as we have done before, accompanying our history in secret."

——Dividing——Line——

PS: The first volume is finished, the next volume is "Black Bullet"

Volume 1: Extra: Nobita and the Golden Throne ()

"Goodbye, Xiaomi."

Doraemon waved goodbye to a pure white young cat and flew back to his home with his bamboo dragonfly.

"Ah, Nobita, you're back." Doraemon entered the room through the window and looked at Nobita lying on the tatami with some surprise. "Shouldn't you usually be playing outside at this time?"

"Doraemon——"

As soon as he finished speaking, Nobita rushed over impatiently, hugged Doraemon and started crying.

It's really not a surprising development.

"Okay, okay." Doraemon patted Nobita's head gently. "What happened?"

"It's Suneo." Nobita gritted his teeth and said, "Suneo said he's going to China to visit the Forbidden City during the summer vacation, and he said he's going to take Fat Tiger and the others with him... I'm so envious."

"As for the Forbidden City, the Anywhere Door—"

As he said that, Doraemon wanted to search his pockets.

"That's not it!" Nobita quickly held Doraemon down. "Gat Tiger and Suneo always show off to me, so I want to find something to make them envious. For example, is there a palace more magnificent than the Forbidden City?"

"Yes." Doraemon said, "Potala Palace, White House, Kremlin...you can go to any one you want."

"That's not what I want." Nobita raised his hands. "What I want is a huge, magnificent palace that will make people sigh in awe. It's a giant palace that can be seen from outer space."

"There is no such thing in human history." Doraemon said helplessly.

"I don't care. Doraemon, you must have a way, right?" Nobita was lying on the ground, looking like he wouldn't get up without your help.

"Even if you say so...it seems there really is a way."

"really?"

Nobita's eyes suddenly lit up, and he excitedly climbed up from the tatami. "Is it one of those super-large palaces that can be seen from outer space?"

"Yes, that's the imperial palace based on Mount Everest, covering most of the northern hemisphere. It's responsible for handling government affairs from millions of planets within the Milky Way." Doraemon explained. "I used to be friends with the emperor there."

"Really? Doraemon actually has a friend like that?"

Nobita asked in surprise.

"That's right."

"Okay!" Nobita immediately stood up full of energy. "If that's the case, then I'll go and notify the others to go together."

"Okay."

Doraemon watched Nobita run out with a smile on his face, and soon a group of children gathered in front of Doraemon with longing and expectation in their eyes.

"That's amazing, worthy of being Doraemon!" Suneo couldn't help but flatter him, "You're actually friends with a king like that?"

"Hehe, as a ticket for your trip, I've decided. How about you attend my concerts for free in the future?" Fat Tiger said, hugging Doraemon's neck.

"Alright, alright." Doraemon was startled when he heard about Fat Tiger's concert and quickly explained, "There are some things we need to discuss before we travel."

"No problem!"×4

Takeshi, Suneo, Nobita and Shizuka all looked at Doraemon expectantly.

"Ahem." Doraemon coughed twice in a pretentious manner. "First of all, in that world, the skull is a symbol of holiness and purity, so don't be afraid if you see something shaped like a skull."

"How cool." Xiaofu's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Secondly, it's a religious country, so you can't do anything that insults other people's beliefs."

"Yes, no problem, I will remember it." Nobita nodded vigorously. "But Doraemon, didn't you say that it was a cosmic civilization with millions of planets?"

"That's a long story." Doraemon sighed helplessly. "Third, the people there believe that machines have souls, so even machines must be treated with respect."

"We've all memorized it." Fat Tiger said impatiently, "Let's go!"

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"Okay, but let's use the adaptive light first just in case." Doraemon said, taking out the adaptive light and shining it on everyone one by one. After feeding everyone translation konjac, he took out another prop from his pocket: "Camera Storage Everywhere!"

Use this prop to cut people or objects in a photo into another photo, and the people in real life will also change accordingly.

"First, our photo." Doraemon picked up the camera and took a photo of himself and others. Then he took out a painting from his pocket and carefully took a photo of the painting.

"What is that?" Nobita asked curiously.

"Doraemon in the painting looks so majestic." Shizuka couldn't help but sigh.

The picture shows a dark sky and a tragic battlefield. Doraemon stands on a high platform. On his left is a silver-white girl, and on his right is a tall and majestic man like a god. Four-colored meteors flash through the clouds above his head.

"Well, it's a souvenir someone gave me." Doraemon said, stuffing the painting back into his pocket. "Normally, we should first come to a planet called Randan, and then go to Holy Terra, which is also Earth. Although I don't know what that world looks like now, this is enough..."

As he spoke, Doraemon swapped the characters in the two photos and then shook them gently.

In an instant, everyone appeared out of thin air in a huge square.

The sky was blue, the clouds were white, the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers, and there was a huge shadow looming over them.

shadow?

Several people slowly raised their heads and saw three statues over a hundred meters high standing not far from them, and the one in the center was Doraemon?

"Oh, oh..." Suddenly, a cry of surprise appeared from the crowd nearby. "Oh, the Messiah has appeared!"

"Let's go!"

Doraemon quickly took out the stone hats and put them on the heads of several children.

Although it had no special feelings when being called the Om Messiah by the Mechanicus before, being treated as a god or something around familiar people inexplicably made it feel an indescribable sense of shame.

"Doraemon?" Nobita asked curiously.

"Anyway, let's go to another place first." Doraemon said, leading everyone to a tavern.

"Look." Suddenly, Xiaofu seemed to have discovered something and pointed at a sign and called out to everyone, "What is this?"

It was a wooden sign introducing the planet:

[Randan: This holy place, consecrated simultaneously by the Imperial State Religion, the Mechanicus, and multiple alien civilizations, began at the end of the 42nd Millennium with the advent of the Om Messiah. The Emperor once again stepped down from the Golden Throne and walked the mortal world in a brand new form...]

Volume 2: Extra: Nobita and the Golden Throne ()

[…Currently, the southern hemisphere of the planet Randan has been authorized by Planetary Governor Isreal to be transformed into a garden world to receive pilgrims from across the galaxy. In the northern hemisphere, the Mechanicum, using the wisdom of the Om Messiah, has constructed a massive Dorayaki factory. The Dorayaki produced here will be distributed throughout the galaxy to allow followers of the Mechanical God to comprehend the wisdom of the Om Messiah, and to appease the Machine Spirits of large machines by placing them in atomic reactors…]

"Doraemon?"

Nobita looked at Doraemon with hollow eyes.

"Well, it's a long story." Doraemon said with a guilty conscience, "Anyway, let's get to Holy Terra quickly..."

"Wait a minute!" Suneo suddenly called out to Doraemon. "Doesn't it say here that this is the most famous tourist attraction in the entire galaxy? If that's the case, how about we stay here for a while?"

"Yeah, yeah." Fat Tiger also said, "I want to experience the alien amusement facilities too!"

"That being said, we don't have the currency of this world." Doraemon said helplessly.

"That's right." Nobita scratched his head, and then suddenly his eyes lit up. "By the way, look there!"

Everyone looked in the direction of Nobita's finger and saw a shooting stall. In front of the stall was the prize money for the first place in the shooting competition and the words "First time free".

"So that's how it is." Doraemon suddenly realized, "That's right, after all, Nobita's shooting skills are the only two skills he can show off."

Another one is cat's tuck.

"That's too much." Nobita couldn't help but complain, "Why do you say that to me?"