Doraemon for an imperfect world

Volume 2: Black Bullet: Chapter 129: Namo Doraemon

"The test results are in. Aside from the slightly higher oxygen content in our original world, this place is almost identical to our Earth. However, considering the ecological environment of this world, natural resources like oil and coal should theoretically be non-existent."

The Holy Emperor strolled across the wasteland. Not long ago, this place was still a frozen land, but for the sake of the people who were about to come, Doraemon once again used the control stick to speed up the flow of time. At this time, some of the primitive marine creatures still remained in various strange states, and the air and temperature were finally adjusted to a place suitable for human survival.

"At the same time, the astronomical report has come out. We've observed that some galaxies have very strange shapes, as if they were stirred by something. The observers speculate that they are remnants left over from the beginning of creation. In addition, the data transmitted back by the weather balloon after the launch confirms that this planet is still in the Pangaea supercontinent stage, which means that all the plates are piled up together..."

The Holy Emperor listened attentively, then asked impatiently, "How long would it take to transfer all the citizens here?"

Although the original world seems to be able to continue, in fact everyone knows that the destruction of mankind is only a matter of time. However, once people know of the existence of a clean new world that is free from the pollution of the protogastric animals, no one will be willing to stay in the original world that is full of fear because of the protogastric animals.

"If we want to relocate everyone, we need to consider more than just the time cost," Tendo Kikunosuke said from the side. "This world has no industrial base, which means we have to start from scratch. Furthermore, those other countries have also issued demands to enter the new world—demands by force."

"As expected. After all, we had already made such preparations before revealing the new world to the public, right?" The Holy Emperor replied, "The problem isn't the lack of wealth, but the inequality. It's irrational to want to monopolize the entire world."

Moreover, she originally wanted to bring other countries into this world, but she just didn't know how to convince Tendo Kikunosuke.

"I underestimated their unity."

Tendo Kikunosuke said unhappily.

At the beginning, he was prepared to use the New World to exploit other countries, but the reaction of those countries in the New World was far beyond his expectations - they had no intention of coming to the negotiation table at all. The five permanent members of the UN Security Council united together as never before to put pressure on Japan, as if they were ready to suppress it by force if anyone dared to disobey.

And Tendou Kikunosuke felt that they could really do such a thing.

He raised his head somewhat unwillingly and looked at the clouds in the sky, trying to find the one that carried the heaven above the clouds.

Because of the New World, the existence of the blue Ksitigarbha has spread throughout the world. The Vatican claims that it is the incarnation of Christ, while America and other places simply and crudely regard it as God. Some East Asian countries even say that it is the future Buddha Maitreya of Buddhism, enshrined in the Main Hall - in Buddhist temples, the Main Hall is the main hall, and Main is the virtue name of the Buddha. "Great" means containing all things, and "Hero" means to subdue the demons. Because Sakyamuni Buddha is full of perfect wisdom and can dominate the world, Buddhist disciples respectfully call him "Mahatma".

The closest thing to that existence is undoubtedly the cursed children - now people are more accustomed to calling them messengers of God - it's really ironic, Tendo Kikunosuke still remembers that just a few years ago, pregnant women with cursed children would secretly run to the river to give birth, and then drown the babies on the spot. As a result, not long after, they began to worship the former monsters.

Just recalling that scene made him grit his teeth in hatred.

"Tendou?"

The Holy Emperor couldn't help but call him again.

"Sorry." Tendo Kikunosuke tried to calm himself down. "In order to gain more advantages in the New World, we must quickly recruit civilians to participate in the construction. Oil and coal will soon become scarce resources, so we must stockpile them..."

He tried hard to calculate his own interests, which is the basic quality of a politician. Human life, morality, country, etc. are all not as important as his own interests. If there is a perfect opportunity, he would not mind calculating the blue Ksitigarbha.

Snapped--

Suddenly, something touched his shoulder.

"Who?" Tendou Kikunosuke frowned and turned around, only to find that there was no one behind him.

Illusion... No!

Tendou Kikunosuke suddenly discovered a small, red handprint on his shoulder.

Just as he stared with his eyes wide open, at a loss, the second, and third, dense palm prints began to appear on his clothes one by one. Frightened, Tendou Kikunosuke quickly took off one of his clothes, but even so, the horrifying phenomenon did not stop. One palm print after another began to emerge from under his skin and struggled out.

"This! What's going on!" Tendou Kikunosuke suddenly cried out in pain and began rolling on the ground.

"retribution."

"This is what you deserve!"

“How many people died because of your policies, and how many people died because of the Tendo family!”

"This is all retribution!"

A rustling sound came from under his skin, as if countless children were struggling desperately, trying desperately to break free. The severe pain caused by this made Tendou Kikunosuke scream in agony.

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"Is this okay?"

Scorpio asked, not taking off her clothes, floating on the water like a jellyfish. White mist burst out from her body and flew in different directions. Her resentment was so great that she even planned to show up in broad daylight to punish him.

"Well, since it's a retribution potion, the only consequences it will cause are retribution," Doraemon explained. "If it's just a small matter, at most you'll get scared. If you throw away someone's treasured comic book, you might get punished during the day. But if you use this to play a prank, retribution will come upon you."

"So what's the maximum we can go?" asked Sagittarius.

"Hmm... since it's a 22nd-century gadget, there's no danger of injury. Beyond that, I'm not sure how serious it will be. Since it's retribution, it'll naturally be proportional to what the other person has done. It might haunt them for a long time," Doraemon said uncertainly. "So, be sure to use it with caution."

"Okay, we'll remember that."

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PS: The Main Hall was not written by me. I originally wanted to use this material in the reading comprehension for the Mechanicus in the previous volume. However, if the temple of the Mechanicus was called the Main Hall, it would be too weird no matter how you think about it, so I didn't use it.

Volume 2: Black Bullet: Chapter 130: Farewell

A few months later, with the advanced infrastructure technology of the post-apocalyptic era that could build a 1.6-kilometer-high stone monument within ten days, new cities began to spring up on the Pangaea supercontinent like mushrooms after rain.

Doraemon sat on the edge of the clouds and observed the gradually rising buildings below through a private satellite. The tenacity and perseverance of mankind were once again demonstrated in this world. Within just a few months, a large amount of resources and almost the entire population were brought into this world. As for those who were unable to come to this world, they were overwhelmed by the beast tide in the gastrula war ten years ago.

But even so, there are still a considerable number of people who are feared and rejected by people because of their "devil possession" and other conditions. Under the strong public opinion, they are forcibly sent back to their original world - including almost the entire Tendo family except Tendo Mugen. Even the Holy Emperor was forced to exile his most trusted assistant.

After all, in a pure world, no one wants anything to pollute their new home, whether it is enterovirus, ghosts, demons, monsters, or anything else.

"This should be fine, right?"

Doraemon patrolled every corner of the earth. Ordinary people were left on the Pangaea supercontinent. Because the land area was wide enough and the population had decreased sharply after the ravages of the protostomes, there was no need to worry about conflicts in the short term. The children with protostomes genes were cured of the virus with the copied medicine and left on the Sky Island. Some adults who had a good relationship with the children lived with these children on a small island called Raven which was pieced together by models.

People's disputes stem from their differences. Ideas, skin color, gender, hobbies, home addresses and other seemingly insignificant things may become the source of opposition between each other, not to mention that they are almost the cursed children of two species from ordinary people. Therefore, before human morality develops to the point of eliminating the barriers caused by differences between each other, it is better not to let children come into contact with them easily.

"But, after all, there are still some things I need to pay attention to." Doraemon muttered to himself as he watched the video on the screen. "Lack of oil and coal? Well, if that's the case, then I'll think of a solution before I leave this world."

As he spoke, Doraemon reached into his pocket and pulled out a seemingly ordinary megaphone:

"Switch the loudspeaker—"

Through this, one object can be transformed into another. If it is a living thing, due to the safety measures of the 22nd century, only the appearance will be changed, and the physiological functions will not be affected at all.

Then:

"Magnify the light!"

Doraemon aimed at the loudspeaker and pressed the switch of the magnifying light. After it was magnified to a sufficient degree, he took out the easy-carrying gloves and the bamboo dragonfly, adjusted the direction, and aimed at a towering mountain below that was uplifted by the movement of the earth's crust.

At this time, an expedition team on the ground was looking at the report in their hands with frowns on their faces.

"It's troublesome."

"What's wrong, teacher?" asked a young researcher.

"You know that coal and oil are essentially the remains of ancient plants and animals that accumulated in the earth. In this world, none of that exists anymore. While other minerals are not in short supply, synthesizing new energy sources is possible. But for the short term, at least for our country... no, all countries will face extremely difficult times."

The elderly academician frowned and said, "For example, for a long time to come, only those in charge of important projects will have the opportunity to ride in public transportation, and generating electricity will be extremely difficult... But it doesn't matter. Sooner or later, we will overcome all this. It's just that the people may have to suffer for a long time."

As he was speaking, a childlike voice suddenly fell from the clouds, echoing between heaven and earth:

"The mountains turned to coal!"

"The underground holes have turned into oil!"

what sound?

The old academician looked outside in some confusion.

"What happened?" he asked.

"The situation is a bit complicated." A soldier walked into the tent. "I don't know how to describe this matter. You should come and see it for yourself."

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The old academician looked at his students and stood up in confusion. The soldier helped him open the curtain. After walking out of the tent, he raised his head from the pile of documents and reports, and then his eyes widened in shock.

In front of him, a black mountain stood proudly.

As the heavenly voice had said, the mountain turned to coal.

After trying hard to calm himself down, the old professor excitedly shook the officer's hand.

"Hurry, get the equipment ready! There should be oil down there!" he said impatiently. "Now we don't have to make the people suffer."

Above the clouds, Doraemon picked up the prop with satisfaction. According to the area that this prop can cover, it should be enough for the people here to develop and leave this planet.

Doraemon observed carefully again, and confirmed that everything in the world was thriving, and that the children who had matured too early due to their past experiences could also have a happy life. Then he nodded with satisfaction.

In that case, it's time for me to leave.

Although Nobita is reluctant to leave everyone, he is still waiting for it!

Woo woo woo, Nobita...

I suddenly miss home so much.

"Wait for me, Nobita!" Doraemon wiped away his tears. "I will be back to see you soon!"

Of course, I still have to say goodbye to the children before going back.

When I opened the door, I saw Mr. Matsuzaki sitting on a beach chair with a glass of coconut water, enjoying his rare leisure time. The children were in class in the classroom next to them. The teacher teaching them physics was a teacher named Isaac Newton.

To be frank, the Newton in reality is completely different from the one in the textbooks. For example, once Mr. Matsuzaki mentioned Newton's famous saying "I stand on the shoulders of giants", and Newton himself calmly explained that he said that simply to mock a dwarf who had a conflict with him, and asked him not to tell this to the children so as not to affect his glorious image.

It was quite unexpected.

And at this moment, Doraemon appeared beside him.

"Is it Doraemon?" Matsuzaki asked. "What's wrong? You look worried."

"Well, this is what happened." Doraemon said reluctantly, "Although I really don't want to say it, I'm afraid I'll be away for a while."

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PS: I want to go to Type-Moon in the next world.

Volume 2: Black Bullet: Chapter 131: New World

"Leave?" Mr. Matsuzaki was stunned for a moment, then sighed helplessly, "Okay, I'll go get the kids."

He was not surprised by this. After all, Doraemon had long said that he stayed in this world only to pull all living beings out of hell. Now that he had fulfilled his promise, there was naturally no reason for him to stay any longer.

As he spoke, he walked towards the classroom nearby. Although all the children in the world were transferred in, there were only about twenty children that Doraemon had direct contact with, including those in the zodiac. Mr. Matsuzaki walked to the door of the classroom, was silent for a moment with mixed feelings, and finally knocked on the door gently.

"The unit of force is the Newton, abbreviated as N. That's what I mean, teacher... Please come in."

Mr. Matsuzaki pushed open the door and looked apologetically at Newton, whose upper body was exposed from the book.

"Sorry, due to some special circumstances I have to take the children away for a while."

"Of course." Newton shrugged. "Please."

Hearing this, the children immediately followed out, following Mr. Matsuzaki with some confusion. Mr. Matsuzaki did not explain and called the nine zodiacs who had just been able to speak normally and fluently before walking towards the beach. Doraemon was looking at these children at a loss at this time.

"Well, I'm really sorry to have asked everyone to come all this way." Doraemon said in a very tangled manner, "It's just that..."

Doraemon looked at the child with innocent and simple hands, and finally said with great effort, "I'm leaving."

As soon as the words fell, a seven-year-old child couldn't help but rush up and hugged Doraemon, tears instantly flowing from his eyes. "Why did you leave?"

Following her actions, the other children also rushed over. They all knew that Doraemon was not arrogant, so there was no sense of distance between them. They hugged Doraemon reluctantly and huddled around it.

"Doraemon, please don't leave, okay?"

"Wow, Doraemon..."

"No, we can't bear to leave you."

"Where is Doraemon going? I want to go with him!"

"Okay, okay." Doraemon could only comfort the children one by one. Perhaps affected by his emotions, he couldn't help but feel like crying. "I just want to go home. I will definitely come back to see you later."

"Really?" An Zi squeezed aside and asked with pursed lips, "Will you really come back? Will you really never see me again if you leave? Just like a mother."

"Of course." Doraemon stretched out his small round hand, wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes and stretched it forward. "Let's make a pinky promise."

But Anzi didn't make a pinky promise. Instead, he hugged Doraemon's arm and started crying. "No, I don't want to. Mom also promised me that she would come back... Doraemon is the first adult who treats me well besides Mr. Matsuzaki, so please don't abandon me, okay..."

"Of course I won't abandon you." Doraemon quickly hugged her and comforted her, "It's just that I have my family too. If I don't go back for too long, they will be worried."

"I know, I know Doraemon is different from other adults. Doraemon is much gentler than them." An Zi cried and begged, "So if you don't come back, we will be worried too. So come back and see us often, okay?"

"Yes, I promise you."

"And us!" said the girl with short white hair and her sister. "Doraemon healed my eyes, so we're worried about you too!"

"Well, I'll remember you all."

"We too." Scorpio's tentacles wrapped around Doraemon's body, and with a hint of sadness in his tone, he said, "Gastruans don't age. We will always be waiting for you."