Doraemon for an imperfect world

At this time, the earth was already white. Ice and snow wrapped around this newborn planet, the oceans were all frozen, and snowflakes were flying everywhere.

"What is that?" Mr. Matsuzaki asked with difficulty, his eyes wide open.

"It's Earth. The current situation is probably due to the proliferation of blue algae in the ocean, which has caused the oxygen content to be too high, so the Earth has begun to cool down rapidly." Doraemon explained, "But it doesn't matter. It must be that the children have just accelerated the flow of time."

As he was speaking, Mr. Matsuzaki was led by Anzi through the clouds. After passing through the insulating layer formed by the clouds, an incomparable sky island began to emerge before his eyes. Various magnificent buildings stood among the clouds, and strange plants bloomed with colorful flowers. A river emitting a sweet smell passed by in the distance, with a golden viscous liquid flowing in it.

Then, as if they had noticed their arrival, many children with halos on their heads flew over, cheering.

This... heaven?

"Doraemon!"

The young girls immediately formed a circle around Doraemon.

"Alright, alright." Doraemon smiled and patted the children's heads. "What's the situation outside now?"

"Mr. Newton suggested it," a child raised his hand. "Mr. Newton said that since the current crustal movement is unstable, we can go back to a time when it was more stable. During this time, multicellular life wouldn't have appeared."

"That's right." Doraemon scratched his head. "Where is Mr. Newton now?"

“I’m revising the Bible with Mr. Einstein.”

"Eh?"

Doraemon blinked his eyes, and then realized that these two world-renowned scientists seemed to have been fascinated by theology at the same time.

Forget it, as long as they don’t teach children bad things, Doraemon is still willing to respect their beliefs.

"What did they do to the Bible?" Doraemon asked casually.

"The teachers said Doraemon is the God who created the world." The child nodded seriously and said seriously, "The teachers also said that we are angels who help God manage the world and guide people."

Whose angels would be a group of little girls under ten years old?

"...I'll explain it to them later." Doraemon covered his head helplessly and warned, "Listen carefully, this world was created by the power of science from the future, not some god."

"Yeah, I'll tell the teachers."

"That's good." Doraemon said, looking back at Mr. Matsuzaki. "That's it. Because the humans outside are very ostracizing children, I want to bring all those ostracized children into this world."

"Ah, of course, no problem." Mr. Matsuzaki nodded belatedly. "But if we lose the children, it won't be long before the world is destroyed by the gastrula again."

"Then let's let people come to this world too?" Doraemon said uncertainly. "The children live in the clouds, and the others live on the ground. If they don't come into contact, there shouldn't be any problems, right?"

"Not enough." Mr. Matsuzaki shook his head. "Humans have always been a species that bullies and excludes others. Unless they are strong enough, persecution of minority groups is inevitable."

"That's true." Doraemon said, "It's really a headache. How about moving ordinary people to other distant planets?"

Mr. Matsuzaki carefully observed Doraemon's expression, and then suddenly asked:

"Even after witnessing the ugliness and madness of human nature, are you still willing to forgive humanity?"

"But no matter what, there are still gentle and kind people like you among humans, aren't there?" Doraemon said as a matter of course. "I will make sure the bad guys receive the punishment they deserve, but we shouldn't label everyone the same based on the actions of a few, or even the majority."

Mr. Matsuzaki was silent for a moment, then he sighed deeply:

"I understand. If there is anything you need me to do, I will definitely help you to the best of my ability."

"Then please bring all the children to this world." Doraemon said, "I will take care of the rest."

"Okay." Mr. Matsuzaki said righteously, "I won't let you down."

"I believe you." Doraemon said, and took out another prop from his pocket, "Weather Making Box——"

Doraemon handed the device with the antenna to Anzi and said, "With this machine and the corresponding card, you can create any weather you want on Earth."

In this way, even if the oxygen content on Earth is very high now, the climate can be adjusted at will.

"I understand!" An Zi held the weather making box and said firmly, "Leave it to me."

"By the way, just in case, I'll leave this for you." Doraemon took out another small purple box and placed it in front of the replica mirror to multiply. "With this, you can train your telekinesis, clairvoyance, and teleportation. With these super powers, you can rest assured even if I'm away."

After saying that, Doraemon turned around and left this world with Mr. Matsuzaki, then took out the searching stick from his pocket:

"I'm sorry, due to some special reasons, I may have to leave for a while."

"Is there anything wrong?" Mr. Matsuzaki asked curiously.

"Well, my future self came back to warn me about something, so in order to completely eliminate the possibility of imperfection in the future, I need to send some people to hell." Doraemon confirmed the location of the source of all evil and said casually, "It's an organization called the Japan Pureblood Association. Have you heard of it?"

"That's not the case." Mr. Matsuzaki shook his head. "But since you can return from the future to the present, that means you can actually know the outcome of anything that makes you unhappy in advance. You can even say that you are omnipresent, right?"

"I guess so." Doraemon put the bamboo dragonfly on his head and flew into the sky.

Volume 2: Black Bullet: Chapter 112: Hell

"Monster, die!"

Yamamoto was in a panic as he walked through the crowd holding his head. Several sharp stones hit his head, and his head was bleeding in an instant.

hateful!

Yamamoto gritted his teeth, but did not dare to stop. Seeing him escape, the crowd behind him began to cheer, as if they had driven away a real monster with a few stones and a few curses.

Crazy, all crazy, these people are all crazy!

He gritted his teeth. He was clearly just struck by lightning. He was obviously no different from those people, but they called him a monster without any basis!

Not only that, he was fired from his job because of this. In order to avoid gossip, his wife took the children back to her parents' home. Neighbors often harassed him with various weapons, and his own windows were smashed countless times by the naughty kids!

If he was really a protogastric, would they still dare to treat him like this? He thought with gritted teeth.

No, they just simply want to commit violence. They actually know that they are human beings. They just selectively ignore their physical examination reports. They can only see and are willing to see what they want to see!

A bunch of hopeless idiots!

Boom boom boom——

Lightning continued to fall from the sky without stopping for a moment.

Yamamoto cursed in his heart, wearing a black cloak under the flickering cloud curtain. After running for a while, he came to a tall building. He wiped the blood on his head with the cloak and threw it into the trash can. He relied on this small and not glorious black cloth to protect himself, but he hated it from the bottom of his heart. He wanted to throw it away at any time and pretend that he never needed it. For this reason, he stomped into the trash can a few times and spat in a venting manner.

Then he walked into the building, the bright light shone on him, and the malice outside the door was completely isolated. Now he came under the light, and now he became the doer of malice.

He nodded to the security guard at the door, and then walked in tacitly.

At this time, the lobby has been contracted out, and the funds come from the membership fees paid by these grassroots members. At this time, several large screens in the lobby are playing in a loop cases of the Cursed Son injuring people, speculation that the Cursed Son will attract protogastric animals, and the rationality of the Cursed Son planning the lightning strike incident.

He didn't care what proportion these cases accounted for among the huge number of cursed children, nor did he care about the rationality of those speculations - anyone who dared to raise questions would be labeled a traitor.

"Everyone, those scum in the upper echelons of government still haven't made up their minds to completely eliminate the cursed children, and they're even trying to enact something called the 'New Gastrula Law.' This is unacceptable. We must completely and thoroughly drive these monsters out of the human world!"

Their president stood on the podium and gave a passionate speech.

"Drive them out of the human world!"

"Drive them out of the human world!"

The people below immediately started cheering together, and Yamamoto was also moved by this emotion and shouted even more enthusiastically.

"Very good, everyone!" The president opened his arms. "To be honest, we've just discovered a settlement of Cursed Children in the outer area, and there's even a traitor living with those monsters—those damned saints actually think Cursed Children are on the same level as us humans! So, in order to completely eliminate those monsters, and to avenge our families who were killed by them, we must launch a real fight and blow those monsters up with bombs!"

After a pause, the president continued, "So I need a true warrior to carry out this mission. As for the others, I hope you can provide financial support. After all, fighting monsters requires a lot of money, and I believe you can understand this."

Of course it is understandable that Yamamoto flipped through the various credit cards on him without thinking.

However, at this moment, a voice suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"It's really too much."

Ok?

He looked up and saw a circular hole in the ceiling above him. A blue raccoon cat flew down with a small, toy-like propeller on its head, and couldn't help cursing at them:

"How could you be so cruel to a group of children under ten? Do you still have any conscience? Those children have clearly already hidden in the sewers in the outer area. Why do you still use such inhumane methods!"

"Monster, monster!" The president of the Japanese Pureblood Association raised his hands tremblingly. "Quickly destroy this monster!"

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The people below suddenly panicked. They had the courage to plan a terrorist attack because they only needed to move their mouths. How could they dare to resist when an obviously inhuman thing appeared before their eyes?

"People like you should all go to hell and reflect on yourselves!"

Doraemon said, and took out the Hell Bottom Box in anger.

After all, what his future self said really touched his bottom line. Children are innocent no matter what, and protecting children is his duty as a parenting robot. But these people were so cruel to defenseless children, which was really unacceptable and intolerable to him.

As the box at the bottom of hell opened, nearly 100,000 people present were suddenly sucked into it.

The venue was suddenly empty.

Then Doraemon fell to the ground with his hands on his chest. After looking around for a while, he looked helplessly at the box in his hand.

"Well... I hope this can teach them a lesson."

Yamamoto only felt himself being swept by a gust of wind, and then he fell heavily to the red floor.

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts, where is this place?"

He tried to stand up in pain, but was immediately impaled by two monsters with the heads of a bull and a horse respectively. Then a tall figure walked up to him.

"what are you?"

"How dare you! I am the King of Hell! Now I will judge your crimes!" The tall figure pronounced in an extremely majestic voice, "You have repeatedly harmed innocent children, sent photos of mutilated bodies to others to show off, and even attempted to participate in terrorist attacks. Now, let you feel the pain of hell!"

"Wait, I didn't hurt any innocent people!" Yamamoto defended himself. "I was just killing monsters!"

"You are so stubborn! Go to hell with swords!"

Just as he finished speaking, Yamamoto fell onto a literal mountain of knives. The sharp metal immediately pierced into his body. He began to roll over in pain, but when the tip of the knife was pulled out, it didn't leave any wounds. Even his clothes were not damaged. It seemed that nothing was left except pain.

Volume 2: Black Bullet: Chapter 113: The Monster That Destroys the World

In the Tokyo Operations Command Room, a huge screen was displaying a large amount of complex data, and beneath the sea level, a huge shadow was marching by. It was difficult to tell what animal the huge body was from. Even a building or an aircraft carrier seemed insignificant in front of the shadow revealed in the deep ocean.

—A fifth-stage protogastrula, a dark nightmare that nearly destroyed the world, a monster codenamed Scorpio.

The Holy Emperor sat in the command room, watching the huge shadows moving across the large screen while trying to maintain a calm expression. He then looked at the other screens, while the officers around him quickly reported:

"Due to the recent frequent lightning strikes, our personnel deployment has been greatly hindered. If we want to stop Leech Yingyin, it will take at least an hour for the nearest police to arrive."

"It's like a punishment from heaven," someone couldn't help but say, "First, the sudden appearance of the gastrula, followed by the continuous thunderstorms. Humanity is completely finished!"

"Captain of the Navy, please be careful with your words."

"Words, why are you still paying attention to your words? Don't you understand?" Perhaps because of excessive fear and despair, the officer began to speak incoherently. "All the lightning strikes are protecting those cursed children. This is the will of God, and only God can do this. Now God is sending that monster to completely destroy us. As long as Scorpio completely lands, everything will cease to exist!"

"We still have the [Sky Ladder]. That linear super-electromagnetic projection device can theoretically completely kill the Zodiac. We just need to accelerate the bullet to sub-light speed..."

"There are no bullets in there!" Captain Shuilu said frantically. "Stop kidding yourself. Everyone knows that the Tokyo Self-Defense Forces are not strong enough to fight that monster! We're all dead!"

"That's enough!" Tendou Kikunojo said, "Pull him down."

The two soldiers immediately stepped forward and grabbed the amphibious captain who was starting to go crazy out of fear.

Tendou Kikunojo glanced at everyone, and after clearly seeing the fear in their eyes, he finally spoke to comfort them:

"Don't worry. Even if Scorpio makes landfall, the outer areas will be the first to bear the brunt of the impact. The wandering Cursed Children there can buy us enough time to find a countermeasure."

Although he has always hated cursed children because his wife was killed by gastrula, and secretly did his best to hinder the "New Gastrula Law" that attempted to change the situation of the cursed children, it must be said that those monsters that still retained their human form were still useful.

As long as Scorpio lands, whether they want to or not, the cursed children can only launch a counterattack, letting the monsters consume each other, and it is not difficult to take the opportunity to restart the ladder.

As long as the Cursed Child fights back, everything will be fine.

"Well, Mr. Assistant Officer," someone couldn't help but speak up. "According to the remaining satellite observations and on-site investigations, before Hiruko Yingyin attempted to summon Scorpio through the Seven Stars' relics, almost all the Cursed Children in the outer area disappeared without a trace."

"what!"

Tendou Kikunosuke's eyes suddenly widened. He always wanted to drive the cursed child out of the human world, but not in this situation!

"According to investigations, the cursed children began an organized, large-scale migration a few days ago, led by a man named Matsuzaki. That man had previously taken in many cursed children and even claimed to have found the entrance to a new world not long ago. The cursed children who were taken away have indeed not reappeared."

Tendou Kikunosuke took a deep breath, his fingers practically trembling.

On the big screen, the nightmare-like creature finally emerged from the fog on the sea level. There were glowing parts like stars on its dark body, countless tentacles swayed around it, and countless red eyeballs were spread all over its body. The abnormally fat head emitted a sharp whistling sound. The relatively small Maritime Self-Defense Force immediately began to open fire, but under the absolute size suppression, the steel giant warships that humans were proud of were like inflatable toys in the bathtub, not worth mentioning!

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The flames produced by the explosions lit up Scorpio's body one after another. In most cases, they failed to cause any damage to the terrifying monster. The wounds caused by a few continuous artillery fires hitting the same part were healed in an instant by the powerful regenerative ability of the gastrula.