Doraemon for an imperfect world

No matter how you look at it, it seems to be no different from your original world?

There are neither all kinds of strange religions and subspace demons, nor scary monsters and mixed-race children born from virus infection. It seems to be just an ordinary world.

So how did the old man control the insects, and why did he do that?

Doraemon thought in confusion.

Forget it, let’s just go directly to the owner’s house.

Although I can't find the exact location, but...

Doraemon looked at the lucky playing cards beside him and swallowed hard.

Although I really don't want to use this item, it shouldn't be a big deal if I use it just once for that child.

Just once.

Thinking about it, Doraemon gritted his teeth and said:

"I want to know the exact location of that old man!"

Under Doraemon's gaze, a playing card disappeared, and at the same time, a map of Fuyuki City slowly floated in front of the camera controlled by Doraemon, with a conspicuous stain on one of the positions.

This poker card fulfills the wish by relying on luck, or probability, including the sudden death of the engraved insect in front and the sudden teleportation of the two people to the back mountain, which are all caused by probability.

If you want this level of luck, the misfortune that will arise will surely be terrible.

Doraemon took a look at the deck of cards. If he made forty more wishes, it would be the clown's turn. What should he do?

Volume 3 Type-Moon: Chapter 137 This is not magic, but it is very scientific

Following the instructions on the map, Doraemon came to the door of a house with a wooden sign with the words "Matou" hanging on it, and then controlled the eyeball-shaped camera to pass through the wall and enter this dark and depressing building.

Compared to the outside, the air inside the building was obviously more humid, and there were faint rustling sounds crawling under the floor. Just hearing those sounds made Doraemon feel instinctively uneasy.

Could there be a mouse down there?

Doraemon tensed up his nerves, but ultimately didn't dare to put the camera under the floor to take a look. Although he knew it was most likely a bug, he still didn't want to take the risk.

The camera continued to move through the buildings. The Matou family's wealth seemed to be quite good, but for some reason, it had a rotten and moldy feeling, like a tree that had been completely hollowed out and was crawling with insects, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

Continuing forward, they came to a place that seemed to be a library. A child of five or six years old was holding a book and reading it with relish. Doraemon did not stay there, but quickly moved around and explored other places.

Soon, it found Zouken Matou who had a gloomy face.

The thin old man had a severe hunchback, high cheekbones, and wrinkles all over his face, making his eye sockets protrude. His hairless head was also wrinkled, and his rotting and dark aura made people think of creatures like slugs.

He was pacing in the basement with a frown on his face, carefully observing the details in every corner.

What exactly is that blue metal creature, and how did the child disappear?

Matou Zouken tried more than ten methods to investigate, but found nothing at all. It was as if they had really disappeared out of thin air without leaving any trace, not even the slightest magical reaction.

——This is not magic at all!

Matou Zouken was a little impatient as he drove the insects under him to continue searching for possible traces. He was not afraid of being found by Tōsaka Tokiomi. After all, the child's magic attribute was hollow, so it was reasonable that he needed some transformation. Tokiomi would definitely not mind, but if he missed a child with such excellent performance, it would be difficult to find another one.

As for the unfilial descendants of the Matou family, their magic circuits had been cut off due to the well-known acclimatization problem. He had thought about saving them, and for this purpose he had specifically targeted the daughter of the Zenjo family, who was already a commoner but still had the magic gene flowing in her blood. However, Matou Yanye was really not helpful and the matter was ultimately left unresolved.

No, still no trace.

No matter how hard he tried to recall, he could only guess that the other party's method was related to the box of playing cards in his hand.

It’s better to go to the Tohsaka family and ask tomorrow, Matou Zouken thought unwillingly.

If that doesn't work, ask the police station to help look for it.

On the other side, Doraemon controlled the camera to switch to invisible mode and followed closely behind Zouken Matou. Although the old man did not look like a good person, Doraemon did not want to make a simple conclusion based on appearance before getting a comprehensive understanding of him.

In short, let this surveillance camera follow him at all times.

Just as Doraemon was thinking, he heard the sound of a door opening. He turned his chair 180 degrees and saw Sakura sticking her little head out from the crack of the door, looking at him with a hesitant look as if she wanted to say something.

"What's wrong?"

"I'd like to ask where to put the dishes." Sakura said "I can wash the dishes myself."

What a good kid! He even takes the initiative to wash the dishes.

Nobita never had this realization.

"Oh, that's right. The designer should have added an automatic cleaning device before." Doraemon said, jumping down from the chair and taking Sakura to put the plates into an automatic dishwasher. Although the tableware produced by the gourmet tablecloth was of no value to him, it would still be a pity if he left it alone without cleaning it. "Look, this is it. Next, the machine will automatically clean the plates."

Sakura nodded in surprise.

Although she had heard of automatic dishwashers, after all, there were mechanical dishwashers in 1850, and the Tohsaka family was still a prestigious family with their own gardens, villas, pools and other luxurious facilities, this was the first time she had seen such a sci-fi machine.

Amazing.

Sakura thought as she watched the pristine white plate rolling out from below.

Much better than magic.

Doraemon casually placed the plate aside and took Sakura back to her room.

"Have a good sleep. No one here will hurt you again." Doraemon said, "I will go to your parents tomorrow and ask them why they handed you over to that kind of guy!"

Speaking of this, Sakura was a little overwhelmed. She was a timid person by nature. Even before, she just followed her sister like a puppy. But suddenly she was sent to another family, and then thrown into a bug house. Until now, she was rescued by a future robot. This series of changes itself was a bit too intense for her, and now Doraemon said he wanted to find his father.

If I find my father, will he be angry that I didn't stay in the Matou family properly?

The thought of this made Sakura feel restless and anxious, but there was nothing she could do about it.

It was like a child who had made a mistake, mixed with a little resentment towards his father for not trusting him with the right person. In short, he just didn't want to see him.

"Well, what's wrong?" Doraemon noticed that there was something wrong with Sakura's expression, so he asked.

"No, it's nothing," Sakura quickly shook her head, she didn't look like the kind of child who would be considered troublesome.

"Well, if you don't want me to ask your parents directly, I won't ask." Doraemon said, "Since they don't want you anymore, let me take care of you from now on."

Eh?

So gentle.

Sakura's eyes flickered twice, then she pursed her lips and nodded somewhat flattered.

"Have a good rest." Doraemon said, "Do you need me to tell you a bedtime story?"

Sakura immediately shook her head "No, no need."

"Then I'll go rest next door." Doraemon said and turned off the light. "Good night."

In the darkness, Sakura curled up in the quilt, recalling this dreamlike day.

"Doraemon..."

She whispered this incredible name and suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of security.

Volume 3 Type Moon: Chapter 138: Lesson of Tang

"what!"

Sakura suddenly woke up from the nightmare. She looked around and gently wiped the cold sweat from her head. She hugged the fluffy and soft quilt and let out a long sigh.

Even now, she still finds it hard to believe that what she sees is real.

Are you in a secret underground base?

She first glanced at the time. It was probably morning now, so she tiptoed out of bed, folded the quilt, put on her clothes and walked out of the bedroom.

She first went to the control room to take a look. The big screen was still lit, but Doraemon was gone. So she went to other rooms one by one and observed carefully. Finally, she saw Doraemon sitting on a chair with his arms folded in the restaurant.

Subconsciously, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he is still here.

Sakura wanted to take a few steps forward, but saw a TV on Doraemon's desk. On it was a man with a terrified look on his face, lying on the ground. A large number of crested insects were crawling on his body, and then dense swarms of insects crawled out from under his skin, and then gathered in mid-air, forming the appearance of Zouken Matou.

Next to Doraemon were several short instruction manuals that had just been printed out by the instruction manual making machine.

"Damn it!" Doraemon slammed the table hard, and then the cat stood up from the chair. "How dare you trample on other people's lives like this! It's unforgivable!"

Because of this action, one of the pages of the instruction manual fell to the ground, and Sakura subconsciously looked over:

【Marking Bug】

The demons, which relish human blood, semen, and bone marrow, will cripple a man if possessed by the lustful insects. They inflict a surge of nervous system damage upon a woman, satisfying their hunger. While pushing rationality to its limit and scorching the nerves of the brain to indulge in lust, they simultaneously invade the body and devour the placenta. Ultimately, a woman possessed by the insects will have both her mind and body completely invaded and destroyed.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" Doraemon's eyes turned red with anger and he stood there stomping his feet.

Through the time-lapse TV, one can clearly see that the old man named Matou Zouken, in order to prolong his own life, had no bottom line and captured innocent ordinary people as seedbeds to cultivate insects for his own bodies, and even implanted those evil insects into Sakura's body. No matter how you look at it, it is a heinous crime!

What's more, he has to change his body every few months!

Doraemon absolutely cannot accept this practice of consuming others to prolong one's own life.

"In that case, let me teach you a lesson..."

Doraemon gritted his teeth fiercely while searching hard in his pockets. A series of props were taken out and piled on the ground.

"that……"

A childish voice came from behind.

Eh?

Doraemon quickly turned off the Time TV - the content inside was a bit too bloody and not suitable for children.

"How will you be here?"

"I just wanted to ask if there's anything you need, I can help." Sakura said with courage.

"There's nothing you need to do, just some trivial personal grudges." Doraemon waved his hand nonchalantly. "By the way, you should also have some friends of your own age, right? Then, bring my Emperor's Dream to this world, but at a distance that won't affect the Earth's tides!"

After saying that, Doraemon looked at the lucky playing cards on the table, and after confirming that one card was missing, he took out the Anywhere Door:

"Come on, I'll take you to find some friends."

Sakura hesitated for a moment. She was a very sensitive child, so she realized at the first moment that Doraemon seemed to just want to find an excuse to get her away, but even so, she still walked up obediently and held Doraemon's hand.

After crossing the portal, she immediately came to a high-tech silver-white cabin. Then Doraemon took her hand and led them to a room. When she opened the door, she saw that the interior structure was surprisingly simple, with only a bedside table and a facility that looked like a bed.

The reason why it is suspected to be a bed is that there is something similar to a carpet on it, and there is a deep passage on the carpet.

Just when Sakura was at a loss as to what to do, some tentacles gleaming with light stretched out from it, scaring her so much that she quickly hid behind Doraemon. But what stretched out next was half a small head with a look of confusion.

"Doraemon?"

Doraemon could understand her confusion. After all, they had just said goodbye yesterday, and today she was looking for him again. She felt that all her tears before were in vain.

"Haha, long time no see." Doraemon couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, so he quickly pushed Sakura behind him and walked forward. "This child is called Sakura. I would like to ask you to help take care of her for a while."

"What about you?" Scorpio asked in confusion.

"Well..." Doraemon scratched his head in confusion, "It's just that, there are some things..."

Just when Doraemon didn't know how to explain, Scorpio nodded gently, "Okay, I understand."

Ok?

"Doraemon is going to punish the bad guys, right?" Scorpio's eyes sparkled, and his face was full of admiration. "If that's the case! Child, leave it to us to take care of."

It felt like she had misunderstood something, but it wasn't a big deal.

"Don't worry, Scorpios are all good kids." Doraemon squatted down and said to Sakura, "Go make friends with them, I will come back to see you later."

Sakura pursed her lips and nodded softly, "Yeah."

"What is this place?" Scorpio asked, looking around curiously.

"Oh, it's inside a spaceship a friend of mine gave me." Doraemon said, handing Scorpio a mind-conduction controller—the device he bought at the Future Department Store and used to control Poppy's giant robot. "If you're interested, you can take a look around inside, but be careful not to move around. It's very dangerous."

Scorpio immediately extended its tentacles and snatched the controller from Doraemon's hand, then another part of its tentacles wrapped around Sakura's waist:

"Okay, leave the child to me without worry."

"Well, please." Doraemon waved and said, "Make friends with everyone."

After the two children left, Doraemon put away his smile, followed the door back to the secret base, and began to search carefully for useful props:

"Teach Sugar a lesson—"