Doraemon for an imperfect world

"Name?" The girl smiled softly, her hair scented with the ink of books. "In different languages ​​and regions, I have different names. For now, just call me 'Xin Liezhi'."

"My name is Suneo Bonekawa," he said quickly. "Um, are you here to visit the museum too?"

"No, actually, a friend asked me to work overtime not long ago." The girl smiled bitterly. "At first I wanted to refuse, but her expectant look was so strong that I couldn't refuse. So I had no choice but to help her deal with this endless work."

"That's really hard work." Xiaofu sighed.

This girl seemed to be very soft-spoken. She couldn't help but agree to help work overtime just because others looked at her with expectant eyes.

"But, thanks to this, I suddenly discovered something interesting." The girl's eyes sparkled, and the corners of her lips even curled into a cat-like smile. "Human subspecies... hehe, I'm really looking forward to her expression when she sees this so-called subspecies genome."

"what?"

"No, nothing." The girl seemed to be in a very good mood. She put her hands behind her back, swayed gently, and hummed an unpredictable and inaudible song. "As a ticket to see that scene, do you need me to tell you the stories behind these exhibits? It's no exaggeration to say that I am the best guide."

"But my friends..."

"Don't worry." There seemed to be some kind of magic in the girl's voice. "My brothers and sisters will go and entertain them one by one with the highest etiquette."

"Okay, alright." Xiaofu said.

"Then follow me." The girl put one hand behind her back and extended the other, her words cadenced with an unpredictable allure. "This museum was built to commemorate the final battle. Each chapter has left its mark here, especially the Mechanicus, who have devoted a lot of effort to their Om Messiah, your Doraemon."

Seeing this, Xiaofu hurriedly followed.

"Doraemon? Do you know Doraemon too?"

"Well, look." The girl stood in front of a painting, pointing at it and said, "This painting is 'The Empire Favored by the Gods' by Planetary Governor Israel. The Emperor of the beginning, the Om Messiah of the transformation, and the current Silver Lord are collectively known as the Trinity - of course, this is a replica; the original should be with Doraemon."

"Hey." Suneo looked at the painting and suddenly realized that it was the same one Doraemon had taken out earlier. The girl was pointing at the blue meteor that was one of the four meteors in the dim background. "God or something? That's a bit exaggerated, isn't it?"

The girl smiled and said, "Don't say such things to others, especially those people in blue robes."

"Oh..." Suneo said, a little confused, but he still vaguely guessed that Doraemon had done something incredible with the props from the 22nd century. "Then what is this?"

He pointed to another painting. This one was of a tall church with mechas on it. It had long since fallen apart, and standing on it were some beings wearing red robes, who couldn't be told whether they were humans or machines, as well as blue creatures wearing combat uniforms covered with prayers.

"Emperor-class Titans, such majestic divine machines in the past during the Final War, don't even deserve a complete name in the records. This painting records the cruelty of the war at its inception. Those in blue are mad races whose minds have been seized by the belief in the Evil God, and the red are heretics of the Mechanicus." The girl said, and added playfully, "By the way, those wearing red robes are actually the orthodox, but some of their later actions really made the current Emperor unable to bear it, so he supported the more humane blue Om Messiah faction - at least they are willing to serve the people for free, right?"

Volume 5: Extra: Nobita and the Golden Throne ()

On the other side, Nobita and others were walking excitedly in the huge museum. Huge war relics were lined up all around, silently telling how the empire stood firm in the storms that lasted for thousands of years.

"Speaking of which, where is Suneo?"

Shizuka said with some surprise.

"Maybe he went to the bathroom?" Fat Tiger said nonchalantly, then excitedly pointed at a group of genestealers carved out of stone and cheered, "What are those things? Such huge monsters!"

As Fat Tiger spoke, he moved closer. As he did so, a red glow began to bloom from the eye sockets of an unknown skull-shaped machine beside him. He introduced himself:

"The Four-Armed Emperor Cult is a heretical sect born from the genetic contamination of the Tyranids. The minds of its followers have been distorted by the Tyranids... Inspired by the Om Messiah, the Living Saint and the First Confessor went to siege them..."

"Wow!" Fat Tiger clenched his fists, his blood boiling with excitement as he listened to the commentary. "They must have heroically defeated the enemy in the end, right?"

"...In the midst of this crisis, Om Messiah used the magical sound released by a creature called Fat Tiger to successfully destroy the source of the pollution."

"..."

"Um, Fat Tiger?" Nobita greeted in a low voice.

At this time, Fat Tiger was clenching his fists, and a terrible low pressure was spreading around his body. Doraemon was so scared that he quickly touched the stone hat on his head with both hands, and felt a little relieved after confirming that it was not taken off.

Oops Oops Oops!

Why would such a thing be recorded?

"It's really no big deal." Nobita still didn't care about the atmosphere and stepped forward to comfort Fat Tiger. "This should mean that Fat Tiger is very powerful, right?"

"You guy!" Fat Tiger grabbed Nobita's collar. "Are you trying to laugh at me?"

"No, no, of course not!" Nobita quickly shook his head and wanted to refute, but Fat Tiger had already raised his fist high.

"It's too late to regret now!"

But at this moment, Fat Tiger, who had just raised his fist, suddenly heard the roar of a brass bell in his ears. In a trance, he suddenly saw that he had turned into Nobita?

what happened?

Before Fat Tiger could react to what was happening, he saw "Fat Tiger" clenching his collar, and then a huge fist hit him hard on the head.

After a while of being ravaged, a kind and gentle voice spoke eight words into his ears:

"Do unto others, do not impose on others."

"Fat Tiger?"

"!"

Fat Tiger came to his senses and found that he was holding Nobita's collar, and Shizuka was standing next to him. It was obviously her who had just called him.

what happened?

Was that just now, an illusion?

"I'll spare you this time." Although Fat Tiger was confused, his anger had indeed subsided a lot.

"Saved?" Nobita blinked.

Is this Doraemon using props again?

Thank you Doraemon.

He sighed in his heart.

And right next to him, Doraemon was also a little confused.

When did Fat Tiger become so good-tempered?

Or……

Doraemon approached the corner and took out the Heart Summoning Tool from his pocket - this tool can be used to summon the souls of objects. When Nobita became friends with the forest in the back mountain and didn't go home every day, it used this tool to summon the soul of the mountain and ask it to let Nobita go home.

And with the activation of the mind-calling machine, four huge consciousnesses were indeed revealed.

"Oh my, we've been discovered?~"

"Long time no see, Doraemon."

“It is a great pleasure to have friends coming from afar.”

"good."

"Really? If you're nearby, just tell me." Doraemon hugged his chest. "By the way, do you know where Suneo went?"

"Don't worry, I just invited him to visit my maze..." The blue figure, holding a book, said in a literary voice, "After all, you brought these people here. We will take good care of them."

"That's good." Doraemon said, "By the way, how long has it been since I last left?"

"A total of one year and four months," they replied. "During this time, the Blessed One used projections of her consciousness to tour hundreds of shrine worlds. With these projections as the core, her followers spread new teachings throughout the empire. However, the original body, along with the Old Saints and other civilizations, continued to worry about the Necrontyr genome."

"I see." Doraemon said, "Actually, I promised Nobita and the others that I would take them to Terra to see the Imperial Palace."

"Is that so? But it's okay, we have plenty of palaces."

"Hmm, the six rings of the crystal can be opened for you at any time, okay?~"

"The subspace?" Doraemon scratched his head. Although the subspace was said to be extremely dangerous in the past, it has now been distorted from the source by these pure and kind gods, so it should be fine. "Then I'll leave it to you."

"Leave it to us... By the way, some Dark Eldar slave-hunting teams will be approaching this planet soon. Remember to tell the children not to get scared."

"Slave hunting team?" Doraemon's eyes widened. "Will there be any danger?"

"Considering the large number of Astartes veterans, Primarchs, Genestealers, Living Saints, and Golden Blessed Ones who are turning into children and ready to snatch gifts from Abaddon, as well as the Necrontyr fleet not far away, they should not be able to safely land on the surface of this planet."

"Then how dare they attack here?"

"Well, because they don't know?"

——Dividing——Line——

"Doraemon?" Nobita whispered his good friend's name. "Were you the one who used the prop to calm Fat Tiger down just now? Hey, can you lend me this prop for a while?"

Of course, there was no response.

"I promise I won't use it recklessly." Nobita said in a low voice.

Still no response.

"Just trust me this time." Nobita said to Doraemon, who he didn't know whether he was next to him or not, when he suddenly felt the strange looks from the people around him. He immediately realized that even when Doraemon was nearby, he was wearing a stone hat, and in the eyes of others, he was always talking to himself in a weird way.

An embarrassment from the bottom of his heart made him want to escape from here. Nobita quickly turned around and wanted to leave, but just as he ran through seven exhibition halls, a sunny garden with blooming flowers appeared before his eyes.

Why is there such a thing in the museum?

Nobita walked in somewhat bewilderedly, grass leaves and flower petals brushing against his skin, and the vibrant plants swayed slightly, welcoming his arrival.

Volume 2: Black Bullet: Chapter 99: The New World and the Cursed Children

"Well……"

Doraemon opened his eyes blankly, then quickly sat up and looked at the surrounding environment in horror.

"Wait, what's going on?"

It had clearly entered the four-dimensional pocket, and theoretically should have come out of the spare pocket immediately, but for some reason the spare pocket seemed to have malfunctioned, so that after it entered it, it inexplicably appeared in an alley.

Doraemon took out the Complete Encyclopedia of the Universe tentatively—as expected, it did not connect to the database of the original world.

"Ah - how could this happen!" Doraemon couldn't help but hold his head. "No, if the spare pocket doesn't work, then..."

There are also many props that may play a role, such as the wish-fulfilling machine, eight hundred lies, the lie-come-true mouth, the happy playing cards, the wish hammer, the wishing star, the Qixi wishing rocket... Although the process of realizing the wish with some props may be tortuous, it doesn't matter as long as you can go home!

It searched hard, but the more anxious it became, the harder it was to find anything useful. In desperation, it even found a bunch of Nobita's zero-score test papers - really, when on earth did Nobita stuff so many test papers into its pocket?

"Fish tank, wooden hammer, wish stalk, invisibility cloak... where have all the useful items gone?"

Just when Doraemon was rummaging through things, he suddenly heard a cry of surprise:

"what--"

Ok?

Doraemon turned around in confusion and saw a man in a suit slumped on the ground. He subconsciously walked over and wanted to help the man up.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"Monster! Monster!" Seeing Doraemon gradually approaching, the man's eyes were filled with fear and fear. "It's a gastrula!"

"What's the original intestine..."

Before Doraemon could react, the man turned around desperately and started running away using all four limbs.

Doraemon blinked and walked over with some confusion. The moment it appeared, the people on the street began to flee frantically.

Oh no, am I being treated as a monster again?

It still remembered that in the previous world, it was chased by Roy and others as soon as it woke up.

As the crowd fled, several policemen trembled as they pulled out their guns and began to aim.

"Wait, don't point your weapon at others!" Seeing the black muzzle of the gun, Doraemon couldn't help but panic. He covered himself with the invisibility cloak, then randomly chose a direction with fewer people and started to run away.

Although it is not clear what exactly happened, it is better to stay away from the crowd just in case.

While running, Doraemon was also observing this world. Compared with the dark and depressing hive city and severely polluted sky in the previous world, this world was obviously the Earth in the 21st century.

Anyway, at least we're still on Earth.

Doraemon ran for a while, then exhaustedly came to an overpass and sat down against the wall, gasping for breath.

It seems that compared to their original world, people in other worlds are not so receptive to cat-shaped robots.

Doraemon tried hard to wipe the sweat off his head. At this moment, a girl with white hair and a white cloth covering her eyes walked to the opposite side of him. The girl first put a somewhat broken bowl on the ground, then held up a wooden sign and began to sing.

Beautiful singing voice...

Doraemon looked at the wooden sign in the child's hand. On it were simply written the words "I am the cursed child of the outer area."

The child had a peaceful smile on her face, and just by looking at that smile one could tell that she must be a well-behaved and sensible child.

Outer Zone? Cursed Child?

Doraemon thought strangely, what does this mean?