Doraemon for an imperfect world

"But Doraemon is obviously a cat, why is he afraid of mice?" Scorpio asked puzzledly.

"Well... Actually, I used to have ears, just like the cute ears of Bushi Tsui." Doraemon pointed to his round head and said, "But then, due to some accident, I was eaten by a robot mouse. Since then, I have always been very afraid of mice."

"I see."

It's a psychological shadow.

Scorpio nodded thoughtfully, and then suddenly her eyes lit up with excitement, and even the tentacles behind her head swayed excitedly, revealing Libra hanging on her back like a koala - Libra pursed her lips, and grabbed a handful of tentacles and held them in her arms with great dissatisfaction.

"In that case, let me protect Doraemon!"

Humph, I can also protect Doraemon.

When she thought about this, she became inexplicably excited.

"Then I'll leave it to you." Doraemon hesitated for a long time and finally nodded. After all, he was really afraid of mice, but he couldn't just leave Sakura alone. Besides, this child was a stage five protogastric animal anyway, a powerful creature that could withstand the concentrated fire of warships.

Hearing this, the corners of Scorpio's mouth suddenly curled up.

She squinted her eyes, opened her hands, and jumped into the sewer.

The oppressive feeling of being at the top of the food chain emanated from her, and the surrounding mice immediately fled in all directions.

Seeing this, Doraemon rushed over to the unconscious Sakura and the other children, took out the doctor's suitcase, and after making sure that there was no problem, he poured the medicine into his mouth with peace of mind.

Not long after the potion was injected, Sakura opened her eyes with a moan.

"Doraemon...?"

"Well, don't worry. As agreed, I'm here to protect you."

Hearing this, Sakura subconsciously relaxed.

"Hmm?" Scorpio seemed to have discovered something and looked upwards with some curiosity. As she was watching, a twisted mass of flesh and blood squirmed and fell in front of her, strangely extending scarlet terrifying tentacles.

She squatted down with some curiosity and gently poked the other person with her tentacles.

Accompanied by a strange sound, the twisted flesh in front of him suddenly launched an attack excitedly. However, as the king of the protostomes that once crushed almost all human military forces head-on, Scorpio's reaction speed was much faster than that of ordinary people. Almost at the moment when the opponent was about to launch an attack, Scorpio's glittering tentacles wrapped around its body and stretched it forcefully, observing the creature's body structure with great curiosity.

Scorpio leaned in closer, sizing him up more carefully, and after a moment, gave his assessment with a serious expression:

"So ugly."

Although both are tentacle monsters, her tentacles are much more beautiful than the other one. Many other children on Sky Island say they like it.

Just as I was thinking about it, more tentacle monsters appeared in the darkness in the distance.

So there's more than one?

Scorpio suddenly felt bored, and with a little force her tentacles tore the monster apart.

Although there are a lot of them, they seem very weak, and it seems that they can't even compare to the protogastric animals in the first stage.

But there are two humans surrounding them?

Biological weapons...?

"Hey, has no one told you that stealing other people's things without permission is bad?" A red-haired boy complained with dissatisfaction. "Do you know how much effort I put into catching these kids?"

Well, he is a pervert whose values ​​are different from those of ordinary people.

Scorpio thought.

"Really? Why do things like this happen in the world? Why do people always want to come and get in my way for no reason?" Ryunosuke's face showed genuine pain, as if he had suffered some kind of great injustice. "I've worked so hard to create art, and it's been so difficult for me, so why do I still encounter hateful thieves who want to steal the child I worked so hard to bring back? This is really too much, isn't it, sir?"

"Ryunosuke, you don't understand the true ugliness hidden in human nature. No wonder you have such a sad expression."

Off to the side, a creature with one eyeball bulging so dramatically that its entire face looked distorted and ugly, like some kind of monster. It was difficult to judge its age from its appearance. A creature that could be called a man patted Ryunosuke's shoulder and said soothingly, "Creation is always like this. It requires a constant struggle against ignorance. So we shouldn't place too much emotion on the work itself. Tangible things should be actively annihilated. The key is the creative process."

Scorpio: ...

Is this a pure abnormality? Such individuals occasionally appear among humans, but what exactly causes them to appear? Genes? Upbringing? Family environment?

She didn't want to deal with the other party personally. After all, the other party was a human being, so it was better to let Doraemon deal with it personally.

"You guys." Doraemon stood up, the effect of the lesson candy he had eaten earlier still not wearing off. "You will be punished for doing bad things recklessly like this!"

——Dividing——Line——

PS: The door handle of the Anywhere Gate can indeed adjust time in some theatrical versions, such as "The Great Adventure in the South China Sea", but this setting is rarely mentioned in normal times.

Volume 3: Chapter 142: Blasphemy of God

"retribution?"

Upon hearing this word, Gildre's expression suddenly changed!

There was a captivating gleam in his eyes, but the expression on his face was not anger or hatred. Instead, there was only paranoid grief in those sharp eyes.

"There is no such thing as retribution in the world! God does not punish humans, he only plays with them."

"Master?" Ryunosuke was a little surprised by the sudden excitement of the person next to him.

"I've tried every possible blasphemous act in the past, you self-righteous fellow. The evil you've witnessed pales in comparison to what I once did!" Gildre continued excitedly with an inexplicable paranoia. "But even so, I've never suffered any divine wrath or punishment. Even though I've caused the deaths of hundreds of young children, the only judgment I received was for those who, in the name of holiness, sought wealth and territory. This was a far more shallow and despicable human nature than my own sins!"

"So essentially you're a twisted fanatic." Scorpio nodded thoughtfully. "I've found another reason to reject religion."

"No!" Hearing the other party casually talking about thousands of innocent lives, which trampled on the common sense and conscience of ordinary people, Doraemon waved his little round hands and roared, "Retribution exists! And it has already come upon you!"

As they were talking, the clothes on their bodies suddenly caught fire out of thin air.

But in the midst of the pain of the burning fire, Gildre laughed wildly:

"What are you trying to prove with this inexplicable thing? Are you trying to carry out God's punishment with your own will? This is truly blasphemous..."

Along with his screams, countless twisted and wriggling tentacle monsters rushed out from the darkness, rushing towards Doraemon with bared fangs and claws.

Scorpio just watched it all calmly, and then the tentacles behind his head danced lightly a few times, and the pure power that was enough to flatten a city and crush an aircraft carrier poured into the sewer. In just a moment, those monsters were beaten into blood-red mist that diffused in the air.

so weak.

"If you make a mistake and don't repent, the pain you will suffer will be doubled!" Doraemon continued to scold.

"You want to judge me too? Don't be delusional. This world has been full of injustice since it was created by God!" Gildre said, and waved his hand suddenly. Twisted tentacles rose from under his feet and wrapped him and Ryunosuke. Then they broke through the cement and asphalt above their heads and were about to leave. After realizing that Scorpio's strength was far beyond his own, he immediately wanted to escape.

"You can't get away!" Doraemon said, reaching into his pockets and pulling out something that looked like a fishing rod, but with a glove on the end. He then swung it around. "Fishing gloves!"

This tool was created in the 22nd century specifically for some enthusiasts who are often fishing but addicted to fishing. However, it can also be used to catch other things - for example, Doraemon was once forcibly caught by Dorami for a physical examination using this.

As the glove flew out, the fishing line automatically extended, and soon it automatically contracted again, pulling a red-haired boy back to its original place.

"Ah, it hurts!"

Ryunosuke was thrown heavily to the ground, and he couldn't help but screaming in pain because of the flames burning on his body, but he soon stopped screaming, and suddenly looked at his hands covered by flames in surprise as if he had discovered something - after all, the lesson candy is just a prop used to educate children, and it will not actually cause life-threatening danger.

"Is this fun?" Doraemon asked.

"I just suddenly thought that a human body wrapped in flames is really beautiful. What? Your artistic level is obviously very high." Ryunosuke said as a matter of course, "Wouldn't it be weird if you just used other people to create it?"

"What exactly do you want to say?"

Doraemon frowned and looked at Ryunosuke who was already wrapped in flames. There shouldn't be any problems with this prop, but what's wrong with this guy?

And why was only one brought back?

"Isn't this natural?" Ryunosuke said with a painful and twisted voice, "If you only use others to create, and then think of escaping when it's your turn, that would be strange, wouldn't it? Yes, I should have known it long ago. What I lacked was the awareness to devote myself to art!"

Scorpio nodded thoughtfully, feeling that his life experience had become richer.

It turns out that there are such perverts among humans who are not hypocritical at all?

"You bastard." Doraemon couldn't help but slap him in the face. "What do you think of life?"

"Of course it's the raw material of art! If there's anything most precious in this world, it's naturally life, right? So only by using life as the raw material can we create the most beautiful art!" Ryunosuke said enthusiastically, "We must learn to respect life!"

This guy is hopeless.

Doraemon is deeply aware that such people are unstable and harmful elements as long as they are placed in society.

We can't let him hurt other people anymore.

But just in case, Doraemon took out the instruction manual making machine, printed out a copy of the instruction manual and started reading it.

"Command spell?"

Doraemon read the description of the red mark on the back of Ryunosuke's hand and couldn't help but feel a headache again.

What is the Holy Grail War?

In short, the one who just ran away should be the Servant, and we just need to control him, then the Servant itself will not be any danger.

and so……

"Lock the hammer!"

Once hit by this hammer, the target will be locked, completely cut off from all contact with the outside world, and it will look like it has turned into stone.

Doraemon hit Ryunosuke on the head with a hammer, and in an instant the man turned into a stone sculpture, and all signs of life temporarily disappeared in this universe.

It would be better to wait until the Holy Grail War is over, then free him and send him to the police station, Doraemon thought.

Far away on the other side, Gildre, who had escaped pursuit by transforming into a spirit, looked into the distance with obvious sadness in his eyes.

"Ryunosuke, what a good child." Although they had only been together for a few days, he still felt sad from the bottom of his heart for Ryunosuke, a child who could understand his emptiness from the bottom of his heart. Without his Master, the time limit of his existence as a Servant has come to an end. At this moment, he has become a beast forced into a desperate situation.

Just like those who wanted to judge him.

"But do you think this is the end?" He laughed. A blasphemer is someone who walks amidst sin and shadows at all times and in all places—that's right! He does evil for the sake of evil, blasphemes for the sake of blasphemy. He wants to transform his own existence into a symbol of blasphemy, as revenge for the saint who was burned on the cross despite being incredibly pious!

That's right, there was only one thing he could do now.

- Bring pain, despair, fear and wailing to this city, offer this as a blasphemous eulogy to the gods, and use this irreparable evil as a hymn!

Volume 3 Type-Moon: Chapter 143: The War Between Servants

In the square of the park, people were looking at the two girls who were taking a walk in surprise.

One of them had smooth white hair and bright eyes like rubies, and the other was a blond, blue-eyed girl wearing men's clothes and looking heroic. The two beautiful girls, who seemed to have walked out of a painting, immediately made passers-by unable to help but take a few more glances.

"Is the problem really with the clothes?" Saber couldn't help but say embarrassedly.

"Well, maybe it's a little eye-catching."

Ellie gave a bitter smile. This was her first time traveling far away, so she was somewhat overwhelmed by the situation. "Let's go, Saber. There's no point in thinking too much."

She paused, then continued cheerfully, "It's rare to come to Japan, so we have to enjoy ourselves before the battle begins!"

"No, this isn't a question of whether to enjoy it or not." Saber said helplessly, "Has Kiritsugu already arrived in Japan?"

"Well, he's expected to arrive earlier than us."

"Then don't we need to go and make peace with him?"

"It doesn't matter. He should come to find us on his own initiative."

"What are the plans after that?"

"Well... for now, let's take flexible measures and wait and see how things develop, then we'll take flexible measures as needed."

"Does that mean we do nothing?" Saber asked somewhat dissatisfiedly.

A war without any preparation. If her subordinates had given her such a report before the war, even the King of Knights would have certainly accused them of dereliction of duty.

"That's it for now." Ellie showed a playful, childish smile, walked forward naturally, and suddenly said, "That's right!"

"Hmm?" Saber heard the change and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Hey, Saber." Ellie looked at her ally with pleading eyes. "Since this opportunity is rare, how about we take a good look around this city?"

"Irisviel, don't be careless." Saber warned seriously, "Now that we have arrived in this city, we must be on guard against enemy attacks at all times. The Holy Grail War has begun."

"It's okay. The Holy Grail War is conducted in secret, so it won't happen in public. All we need to do is..."

boom--

"careful!"

Saber took a step forward, the invisible sword swirling in her hand. As she swung the blade calmly and gracefully, blood plasma instantly exploded in mid-air, and two pieces of still wriggling flesh fell beside Ellie.

"This, this is..."

"Holy Grail War." Saber looked forward and saw countless monsters with tentacles emerging from the crowd and began to attack the people in front of them recklessly. Seeing this scene, she couldn't help but tighten her weapon in anger and warned again, "The Holy Grail War has begun, Ellie, don't underestimate the Servants' desire for the Holy Grail!"

Ellie: ...