Doraemon for an imperfect world

Protogastrics...Did this kid remember something?

Doraemon dreamed, but nodded vigorously. "I will come back to see you often, I will!"

When all the children and Doraemon were crying, Mr. Matsuzaki suddenly took out his camera and said:

"By the way, since we're about to separate, how about taking a picture together?"

"Okay!" Doraemon wiped away his tears again, "Then I'll leave it to you."

Mr. Matsuzaki nodded, set the camera to delay the photo shooting, and then walked aside. The children just hung on Doraemon and took a farewell photo on this dreamlike island.

Doraemon holds the photo in his hand very carefully:

"Then I'm leaving."

"Well, bye, Doraemon."

"We will remember you."

"Go back soon."

"goodbye,"

"..."

Doraemon grabbed them, but still couldn't help looking back. The children were trying hard to wipe away their tears with an expression that they had grown up. But when he thought of Nobita who was still waiting for him, Doraemon put on his bamboo helicopter and flew out of the God's Carpet. Then he vented alone for a long time before he suddenly thought of something.

——I can take this world with me.

Ahhhh, why did I just think of this?

With an indescribable embarrassment and shame, Doraemon rolled up the God's carpet, thought carefully, opened the portal to outer space, and then took out the Emperor's Dream given to him by the Silver Emperor.

"Let me think about how to start this battleship." Doraemon first put a penetrating circle on the Glorious Queen-class battleship, and after entering the interior, he fumbled around for a while. "Instruction Manual Manufacturing Machine——"

Through this, instructions for use can be produced for anything.

Doraemon activated the prop and shone it around. Soon, a thick instruction manual, almost as tall as Doraemon, appeared before his eyes.

"Let me see. Because it uses automated technology from the Dark Age of Technology, it only requires a very small crew to start. The macro cannons and engines do not require manual loading and ignition... So the other warships of the Empire are all manually operated?"

After reading only a few pages, Doraemon felt dizzy because of the overly long instruction manual. He had no choice but to follow the map to find the room in the center of the ship, which was said to be the Emperor's room, and spread the God carpet on the bed. Then he thought about it and ran to a room downstairs whose use was unknown, and then carefully pasted the photo on the wall as if it were a treasure.

After thinking about it, Doraemon put together the souvenirs given to him by others in the previous world, including the paintings of the Genestealers, the gene seeds of the Primarchs, and some Dorayaki of the Mechanicus - this room happened to have a stasis field with a controllable range, which was enough to ensure that these precious souvenirs would not decay without Doraemon's attention.

"And then there's... the Happy Poker Cards!" Doraemon pulled out a seemingly ordinary deck of cards from his pocket and said, "Let me go home!"

——The function of this prop is that each playing card can fulfill a wish, but the last joker card will bring all kinds of bad luck in order to repay the previous good luck.

Anyway, let's try it out a bit before going home.

Volume 2: Black Bullet: Chapter 132: The Later Story (Part 1)

Four hundred and twenty-one years in the new calendar.

An old man was lying on a hospital bed, breathing the oxygen supplied by the mask with difficulty. His family, students, and reporters around him were watching him silently, and the electrocardiogram beside him showed the weak beating of his heart.

"I've spent my entire life studying the history of the past, exploring the origins and destiny of humanity, and tirelessly collecting the traces left by the legendary being who created the world." He stretched out his hand, reaching for the ceiling, and finally let it fall again, mumbling to himself, "I'm too old, and my life will soon end. But you are different. Carry my regrets and move forward. One day, you will find the answers to all the questions."

As he spoke, his breathing became rapid again.

Since he was born, the elders in his family told him that the origin of mankind was in another universe. That world was a hell of suffering and disaster, and evil beasts walked the human world. At the most dangerous moment, a legendary existence brought them to this world, allowing human civilization to continue.

In order to explore the truth of the legend, he traveled around the world throughout his life, looking for the legendary kingdom between the clouds in the sky, the messenger shaped like a little girl, and the ghost island on the sea. However, it seemed that there was an invisible force blocking him, so that although Qiongqi had countless achievements in his life, he never really got the answers he wanted.

What a pity.

He sighed, feeling that breathing was becoming increasingly difficult. The electronic sound in his ears changed from rapid to long and narrow. With a sharp sound, he sank into darkness.

Is this, death?

……

Ok?

He suddenly felt as if something was pulling him, and for a moment he had the illusion that he was flowing through the circuit. In an instant, he woke up from death again and saw a girl in a blue dress with a nearly two-meter-long hair behind her head, swaying in the air like a jellyfish, flowing with light.

Where am I? Is this still Earth?

"Welcome, Dr. Matsuzaki." The girl looked at him with scrutiny for a moment, then smiled and said, "You can call me Scorpio."

Dr. Matsuzaki then realized that he had become a projection of only his upper body, with a lightbulb plugged into a book beneath him. From the contents of the open book, he could tell it seemed to be a biography of himself. Although he was panicked, the experience and knowledge he had accumulated throughout his life allowed him to calmly ask:

"where is this place?"

"The library, or you could call it Valhalla, is where everyone who has made outstanding contributions to human history is preserved in books," the girl said, glancing to the side. "You're in Library No. 11, dedicated to housing the great men of the new generation. When necessary, we'll awaken you and lend you our wisdom."

The girl's voice was very soft and her tone was very calm, giving people a sense of ethereal unreality, as if she should not be a mortal, but closer to the immortal celestial being in the legend.

"Hall of Valor?" Dr. Matsuzaki glanced around and asked again, "What's the principle behind this? When did humans develop this kind of technology?"

"It will happen sooner or later." Scorpio said, looking at Dr. Matsuzaki calmly, but that gaze seemed to see through him and see another person. "You have been dedicated to finding the truth of the old times in your life, right?"

"Do you know?" Dr. Matsuzaki asked impatiently, "Do those legends really exist?"

"Well, this is what you have been searching for all your life, the heaven above the clouds."

As Scorpio spoke, the tentacles behind her wrapped around the book in front of her - these tentacles were more convenient than her hands, so she hadn't used her hands in a long time - and just as Dr. Matsuzaki was still shocked by the information he had heard, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed. Various dreamlike and magnificent buildings were lined up in front of him, clouds were crawling at his feet, and strange plants that had never appeared in the atlas and even theoretically could not exist grew in between. Rivers made of milk and honey flowed between the high and low river channels.

This is, this is the country in the legend!

Dr. Matsuzaki felt uncontrollably excited. Everything he had been pursuing all his life was right before his eyes, and this dreamlike scene was real!

"Incredible! This is incredible!"

He said excitedly, "So you are the legendary immortal messengers, right? I remember now! I know you... the nine great beings named after the stars in the legend who lead mankind. You really do exist!"

In the legends he knew, those messengers were immortal and also had superpowers such as teleportation, telekinesis, and clairvoyance. There was no doubt that what the other party had just demonstrated was one of them.

"Of course we exist." Scorpio looked at him helplessly, "and we have had contact with your ancestors."

"ancestor?"

Dr. Matsuzaki was stunned for a moment. His family did have a diary left by an ancestor, but the things recorded in it were so absurd that not many people would believe it.

"Yes, Mr. Matsuzaki is a remarkable person." Scorpio nodded. "It is precisely because of people like him that the brilliance of humanity can shine so brightly."

"What exactly happened back then?" Dr. Matsuzaki couldn't help but ask, "Please, I really want to know the answer."

"Answer?" Scorpio looked towards the horizon, then nodded gently. "Well, in that case, let me tell you the unknown lost history."

As he spoke, Scorpio's tentacles wrapped around the book, and with another teleportation, they arrived at the edge of this cloud kingdom. Scorpio stood on tiptoe and found a chair to sit down, then placed the book on the other side of the chair. Then, he propped his chin on his hand and said:

"Let me think, where should I begin... Well, let's start with that promise."

"Promise?"

"We made a promise with Doraemon." At this point, Scorpio's eyes flashed with longing. "We promised to guide the people of this world until one day we can reach the level of civilization that created Doraemon."

Mr. Matsuzaki held his breath and listened to the story in the legend with great excitement. He was not unfamiliar with the name Doraemon. After all, the festival named after this name would last for a full ten days every year.

Volume 2: Black Bullet: Chapter 133: The Later Story (Part 2)

"Guiding humanity, but if that's the case, why is there almost no trace of your existence in our history?"

Mr. Matsuzaki asked impatiently.

"Because the previous contacts all led to disaster," Scorpio sighed. "Sometimes, humans declared war on us to divert internal conflicts. Other times, they coveted our innate immortality. Or perhaps a national leader, believing themselves invincible, demanded we share technology through force. Or even simply because they had political conflicts and wanted to drag us into the conflict... In short, it's for similar reasons that we've fought many wars with humans. Every time a war breaks out, Fili's island is always the first to be bombed. That island called Raven has sunk countless times, and every time, Fili would cry and roll on the ground for a long time before she could calm down."

Mr. Matsuzaki suddenly looked confused.

What, humans have ever fought with you?

I don't know?

"Doraemon left us a Scepter of Creation," Scorpio explained. "With that scepter, we can accelerate, pause, or rewind time at will. Therefore, any timeline that deviates from our envisioned future will be cut out. During these cuts, you humans somehow sneaked onto Raven Island and kidnapped two children to use as samples for research on how to achieve immortality. You even re-synthesized the enterovirus. Afterwards, those two unfortunate children soaked in the Fountain of Retribution for over half a month before their anger subsided."

Dr. Matsuzaki thought of the Fountain of Retribution, the place where wronged souls return in legends, and all resentment and grudges will be washed away here. Legends derived from different places also say that people must soak in the legendary spring water after death before they can be reincarnated, while another part of folk legends records that the immortal gods cursed the sinners among the people through this spring and left them in the old world.

At this point, Scorpio sighed helplessly, "Humans always repeat the mistakes of the past without learning from them, but it doesn't matter, we will help them remember them."

"Enterovirus." Dr. Matsuzaki opened his mouth. He certainly knew what this legendary existence meant. "So what happened next?"

"What happened next?" Scorpio shrugged. "They captured innocent villagers from a remote village and used them for experiments. In the end, only twelve children survived the experiment. These twelve children were codenamed "constellations," but one of them was beaten to death for resisting, and the remaining eleven later turned into monsters..."

At the end of the conversation, Scorpio also changed from being calm at the beginning to gritting his teeth.

"Afterwards, Libra couldn't help but throw two virus bags down, probably killing hundreds of millions of people. Then, after the restart, we used telekinesis to perform sterilization surgeries on the parents of the people involved before they were even born... But others still made the same choice, so we no longer have direct contact with humans on Earth."

"Uh..." Dr. Matsuzaki swallowed his saliva. He didn't know why the usually calm girl in front of him suddenly burst out with a terrifying aura that made her almost tremble. He could only guess that it might be the human experiment that stimulated one of the nine legendary angels.

The power emanating from her was so terrifying that it seemed as if the person sitting next to her was not a young and beautiful girl, but a behemoth like a mountain, hundreds of meters tall, roaring under the abyss of the sea. Countless more monsters were lurking in her shadow. As long as she wanted, she could summon the terrifying existence that humans once escaped from back to this world again, commanding her army to bring an endless tide of evil to the world.

The reason why she didn't do so was simply because of the agreement they had made in the past.

After a moment's silence, Scorpio, seemingly calming down, spoke again as if nothing had happened. "There have been times when people have developed fanatical religions, deifying us and Doraemon, but we've also denied that future. Those who blindly believe in gods over their own efforts and deny human creativity will never achieve the future we desire."

"In other words, in reality, the time you experience is far greater than the normal flow of time?" Mr. Matsuzaki asked.

"No, in order to better observe human development, the flow of time on Sky Island has been accelerated. One day here is equivalent to a year in the outside world." Scorpio sighed. "To avoid repeating the same mistakes, every reboot is recorded. If you need it, you can go to Library Zero. There is a detailed account of every act of human suicide."

"Thank you." Mr. Matsuzaki lowered his head and said, "So what exactly is Doraemon? Do the legendary sea gods and the cloud gods who control the weather really exist?"

"The so-called Sea God and Cloud God are merely the effects of Doraemon's gadgets, but they can indeed manipulate the world's oceans and climate," Scorpio said, his hands resting on his legs. "As for Doraemon... He is a creature of the pinnacle of civilization, a great being whose morality and technology are close to those of a god."

Scorpio raised his head, then smiled with a hint of nostalgia and said:

"It is because of Doraemon that we have fallen in love with this world again and have regained our faith in humanity."

Did you fall in love with the whole world because of one person?

"What kind of being is that?" Mr. Matsuzaki asked. "Is it a majestic being like a god?"

"Majesty?" Scorpio suddenly couldn't help laughing. "No, Doraemon doesn't have any dignity at all. He's like an innocent child, helping others with the most instinctive kindness without expecting anything in return, and feeling genuine happiness from being able to help others."

As he said that, Scorpio couldn't help but sigh again.

It is precisely because Doraemon’s kindness is too pure that she can never be satisfied with the current human beings no matter what - once you have seen the sea, all other puddles are but puddles; once you have seen Mount Wushan, all other mounds are but mounds; this is probably what it means.

For mankind to reach such a great state is like pushing a stone up a mountain. Every time it is about to reach the top, the boulder called civilization will slide down again. Then they will go back to the foot of the mountain and continue to work hard, summing up the mistakes one by one. Although the end seems to be far away, they all firmly believe that they will reach that future.

After all, Doraemon has proved that humans are capable of reaching that level.

After all, they had already made an agreement.

That beautiful future that is as fascinating, desirable and dreamlike as a dream will be created by their own hands.

"So, the being called Doraemon left after that?"

"That's not the case." Scorpio couldn't help but cover his face. "In fact, Doraemon came back to see us not long after."

Volume 3 Type Moon: Chapter 134: Bugs, Little Girl, and Doraemon

As the lucky playing card lit up, Doraemon suddenly felt dizzy, and the next moment he was sucked into a long and narrow tunnel.

"Wow——"

Doraemon tried hard to keep his balance, and saw a familiar two-story house appear in front of him at the end of the road.

"Nobita." Doraemon's eyes suddenly filled with tears of excitement. "I can finally go home."

I don't know if Nobita has been bullied, or if he is worried about me. By the way, I still have a lot of Dorayaki left, even some Dorayaki specially made by the subspace gods. I will share them with everyone when I get back.

But just as Doraemon was imagining his life after returning home, he suddenly heard a very childish cry mixed with fear and pain.

"No! Don't come over here... Save me, Dad..."

Eh?

Doraemon looked to the side. Frankly speaking, he had no idea what this tunnel was. He could only guess that it was some kind of high-latitude waterway that spanned multiple world groups. But why would a cry for help be heard here?

And he's still a child.

But no matter what, now that I have heard it, I can't just sit there and watch. Nobita will definitely understand me.

"I'm sorry, Nobita, it may take a while before I can go home." Doraemon said, firmly raising the lucky playing card in his hand. Although he wanted to go home right now, it was more important to help the child who might be in danger first.

"Let me get to that child right now!"

As Doraemon was speaking, one of the playing cards in his hand suddenly disappeared. The next moment, Doraemon instantly changed his route and headed to another completely unknown world.

At the same time, in the basement of the Matou family.