Doraemon for an imperfect world

"I was about to pay off the bank loan, but now everything is over, all over!" He covered his face in pain. "I'm bankrupt... No, I owe a debt that I will never be able to repay in this lifetime. All my efforts have been in vain."

Just then, a little boy with red hair pushed open the door of the stairs and ran out:

"father!"

"Don't come over here!" The man screamed. "Don't come over here, Shirou. Dad's business is all gone. I can't let you get dragged down. As long as I die, you won't inherit my property and won't have to bear my debts. Then everything will be over."

"Don't say such things in front of children!" Doraemon scolded. "Have you ever considered the impact your actions will have on children?"

"But what else can I do?" the man roared helplessly. "I'm at my wit's end. I have no choice but to jump. Unless the ruins can be restored immediately, what else can I do?"

"Okay, let's just restore the ruins, right?" Doraemon said. "In that case, restore the lamp!"

Under the man's confused gaze, Doraemon walked forward and pressed the switch at the ruins in front of him. Under the shining light, the ruined building suddenly began to quickly restore to its original state as if time had gone back.

The man rubbed his eyes in disbelief, looking as if he was doubting his life. "Am I dreaming?"

"Here, a dream confirmation machine."

Doraemon took out a prop from his pocket and handed it over. The bottom of the prop was a pedestal with tracks and a robotic arm on it. Just when the man was wondering what this thing was, the robotic arm suddenly grabbed his face.

"If you feel pain, it's not a dream," Doraemon explained.

Volume 3 Type Moon: Chapter 152 Don’t Become a Bad Boy with No Politeness

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts..."

The man screamed in pain:

"I know this isn't a dream now. Please put this thing away quickly."

"Remember, next time don't give up your life so easily." Doraemon taught him seriously, "You must set a good example for your children."

"I know, I know!"

As the man spoke, he hurriedly took the dream confirmation machine that was constantly pulling at his face off his face, and then Doraemon stuffed it back into his pocket.

"Really, I hope you can learn this lesson." Doraemon complained in a low voice.

"What a coincidence! I didn't expect to see you again?" Iskandar said, and the God Wheel landed next to Doraemon. "I'm planning to host a banquet for all the heroes. How about joining us?"

Sakura was still covering her head with her hands. Medusa gently placed her hands on her shoulders to help her maintain her balance. She opened her eyes only after she felt the ox cart stop. "That's it. Medusa and I have decided to participate."

"By the way, the Golden King has also decided to participate, but it's a pity that Lancer couldn't be invited." Iskandar said with some regret, "I was also trying to persuade his Master to give the Holy Grail to me."

Is this guy still thinking about conquering the world?

But, a participant in the Holy Grail War?

Just in case, you might as well participate. Maybe you can find a way to make them change their mind or be a little more restrained.

"Okay." Doraemon said, "I want to participate."

Having said that, Doraemon wanted to step forward.

"Please wait!"

The red-haired boy beside him suddenly said, "Well, I don't know how I should thank you."

"Well, that's nothing to me." Doraemon waved his hand and said with a smile, "Rather, being able to lend a hand when others are in trouble is something to be thankful for."

"But……"

"If you want to thank me, then work hard to grow up to be a good child who is happy for others' happiness and sad for others' misfortune."

"Then please at least tell me your name."

"My name is Doraemon, a cat-shaped robot from the 22nd century."

Doraemon narrowed his eyes as he spoke, and under the boy's admiring gaze, he took Scorpio onto the slightly crowded ox cart, and then rose into the night sky amidst a burst of thunder.

"Where are we going to the party?" Doraemon asked.

"Yesterday, Assassin clashed with Saber in a castle in the suburbs. Since they have such a luxurious venue, we should go find them."

At the same time, Emiya Kiritsugu was lighting a cigarette and looking at Airi in front of him with a complicated expression.

At this time, Airi had shrunk to the size of a nine-year-old. Because she was a cyborg, she looked almost exactly like his daughter Illya. In fact, when Kiritsugu just came back, he accidentally mistook Airi for Illya.

His wife and daughter looked exactly the same, which was troublesome no matter how he thought about it. For example, when Airi was about to rush over for a warm hug, Kiritsugu always felt that he was referring to Illya.

"In other words, it was that 'future robot' that turned you into this?" Kiritsugu asked with a frown.

"Well, it also said that I should look like this under normal circumstances." Perhaps because of its reduced size, Airi looked a lot more lively. "It also said that it was from the 22nd century. It made the monsters summoned by the caster vomit out the humans they had eaten, slowed the descent of the victims, and forced the servants to lose their desire to fight. All of this was done with props from the 22nd century. It also said that the conservation of mass and energy was completely unimportant back then."

22nd century?

Kiritsugu shook his head and said without hesitation, "Impossible."

Even from now until the end of the 22nd century, there will be no more than two hundred years. It is pure nonsense to say that human beings can develop to the point of ignoring the law of conservation of mass and energy in these two hundred years.

Anyway, Kiritsugu didn't believe this at all.

As for time travel, if such a thing could really be done, then the second method would be reduced to the level of magic from the very beginning.

So, who exactly is the other party, and what is their purpose in getting involved in this matter?

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly heard a burst of thunder.

"Saber?"

"It's Rider." Saber said from the side, "There is another servant, it should be Assassin."

"Got it." Kiritsugu turned around and picked up the gun without saying a word. "Leave it to you, Eri."

This was the tacit understanding between them. Ellie would stand on the stage and pretend to be Saber's Master, while he would lurk in the dark and use hot weapons to give the enemy a fatal blow at the critical moment.

"Well, I see."

As Ellie spoke, she rushed to the roof with Saber, only to see that Rider's Godly Chariot had stopped on the side. Waver, with a pale face, was trying hard to stand by leaning on his Servant's waist, while the majestic King of Conquerors was laughing and patting his Master's head.

"What do you mean, rider?"

"Don't be so nervous, Saber." Iskandar smiled. "I just think it's rare for heroes from all ages to gather together. If it were just fighting, wouldn't it be too boring? So why not hold a banquet? If we can reach an agreement over the table, that would be a beautiful thing, wouldn't it?"

"King?" Saber looked aside. "It seems you are not the only one who calls yourself the king."

"Enough with the joking! Miscellaneous cultivators!"

Along with the towering arrogance, the golden king who looked down on the world also appeared here in a golden light.

"Good kid, don't learn from him." Doraemon whispered to Sakura, "It's very rude."

"Do you think I can't hear you, you miscellaneous cultivator?"

"Hey, Gilgamesh!" Iskandar said. "I promised to keep my guest safe."

"Hmph, a banquet held in this small, suffocating place?" Gilgamesh looked around and raised his head as if to find fault. "How do you plan to apologize to me for such rudeness?"

"Narrow?" Doraemon looked around. This was the open-air garden above the Einzbern Castle. Could this be considered narrow and stuffy?

Although his voice is the same as Suneo's, his personality is just as unreasonable as Takeshi's.

It's so frustrating.

"If you feel like the space isn't big enough—a 3D projector." Doraemon took out a prop that looked like an antenna, but with a sphere on each side. "With this, you can project any environment you want. For example, if you feel the space is too cramped..."

As Doraemon twisted the props, the surrounding environment suddenly changed. The castle under their feet turned into a towering building reaching the stratosphere, the stars in the sky circled above their heads, and tall statues stood beside them.

"Terra's Imperial Palace, this environment is quite grand, isn't it?"

Volume 3 Type Moon: Chapter 153 If the Telephone Booth

"Terra?" Iskandar asked curiously. "Land?"

In ancient Roman legend, the goddess of the earth was called Terra.

"It's the palace of my friend from another world." Doraemon explained, "Terra is the Earth of that world, and her palace is built on most of the northern hemisphere."

"A palace covering the entire northern hemisphere?" Iskandar was speechless. "Doesn't that mean she's taken half the world to build her palace?"

"That being said, her human empire encompasses a million worlds across the entire galaxy, so it's okay." Doraemon explained proudly, crossing his arms. "Well, is it spacious enough?"

"Hmph, you're actually trying to fool me with this kind of false illusion?" Gilgamesh snorted coldly. "But for a casual cultivator, it's pretty good."

This guy……

"A million worlds?" Iskandar's eyes lit up when he heard this. "Tell me what your friend's empire is like. What is her title?"

"No title. In that world, people simply call her the Emperor, and her kingdom the Empire."

"Hmm, so because they're unique, there's no need to distinguish them?" Iskandar rubbed his chin with interest. "Rule of such a huge country must be difficult, right?"

"It's really not easy." Doraemon nodded in admiration. "Based on the progress she made when I left last time, she would probably need to process documents for thirteen years straight before she could rest for a few minutes."

"what?"

"After all, this was supposed to be a job shared by two people," Doraemon said with some concern, "but the other emperor has disappeared, and he didn't even keep his promise to take care of the child."

"A country ruled by two emperors?"

"No, no, no, actually they should be counted as one person."

"If I have the chance, I really want to visit such a country." Iskandar laughed and opened the wine barrel he carried with him, pouring a glass for everyone present one by one.

Gilgamesh glanced at the wine glass with disdain. Just when everyone expected him to refuse, he swallowed the wine instead. Then he continued to criticize, "What a low-quality drink, King of Conquerors! Is this the kind of thing you want to drink and discuss heroes?"

"I say, aren't you going a bit too far?" Doraemon said, waving his round hands. "I'm wholeheartedly entertaining you."

"That's fine!" Iskandar said. "Since the wine I bought at the market was inferior, then you can definitely bring me some really good wine, right?"

"I don't need him to provide drinks!" Doraemon said, and began to dig into his pockets. "Isn't it just wine... a magical snack!"

In full view of everyone, Doraemon took out a plate of something that looked like peanuts.

"Just eat this snack, and even water will taste like fine wine." Doraemon took out a kettle and a cup. "But Sakura, you can't drink it. After all, you are still a child."

"Peanut?" Saber looked at Doraemon in surprise, but thinking of the magical props before, she still did as Doraemon said and picked up a peanut and put it in her mouth to chew. Then she picked up the water in the quilt and took a sip. Then she looked at the cup in her hand in surprise, "This tastes like good wine."

"Let me have a taste too." Seeing this, Iskandar quickly picked up a peanut and drank it with water. "Oh! This is really an incredible wine!"

Gilgamesh narrowed his eyes slightly, snorted coldly, and drank a glass of water. After a moment's silence, he turned his head away. "Although it's just some deception of the senses, it's barely worthy of being accepted by this king."

"Well, I thought the best wine would be in the Age of Gods." Iskandar said, shaking his glass. "Will everyone be able to sit in a different scenery and drink fine wine like this in the future?"

"Of course. After all, the purpose of technology is to make life better, right?" Doraemon said, "So anyone can buy these things in department stores in the future."

"In other words, if I conquer the world in modern times, all of this will belong to me in the future, right?"

"You!" Doraemon accused, "Why do you always want to conquer the world?"

"Is there any need to ask?" Iskandar asked with a smile. "Because the world is there, and even if it were ruled by me, it wouldn't necessarily become worse, right?"

"No matter how you think about it, returning to the feudal era is not a good thing, right?"

"Then you underestimate me," Iskandar retorted. "Wouldn't it be better for the future if everyone could join in the great cause of unifying the world?"

"Really... okay." Doraemon gritted his teeth, then suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. "Since you insist, then I'll let you see that possibility."

As it spoke, it stood up and walked to the side, pulling out an ordinary-looking telephone booth from its pocket.

"If the phone booth—"

Doraemon opened the door of the phone booth and explained, "As long as you speak the desired possibility into the phone inside, you can create that world for us to experience in reality. Since you insist that conquering the world will make things better, why not try it yourself?"

"Creating a world?" Iskandar walked forward suspiciously, then, under Doraemon's confident gaze, entered the phone booth and picked up the phone inside. "If I conquer the world, will that be enough?"

He said, then walked out of the phone booth and scratched his head in confusion:

"Isn't this nothing happening?"

"It's because the stereoscopic projection device is not turned off." Doraemon said, picked up the stereoscopic projection device and put it back into his pocket. In an instant, the surrounding environment began to return to reality.

The sky is dark and the earth is deserted. On this endless frozen land, there is no trace of human beings.

"Huh?" Doraemon raised his head and looked at the pitch-black night sky. Even the stars could not be seen.

What's happening here?

Even if Iskandar conquered the world, it shouldn't have brought about such huge changes, right?

"Is this the future after I conquer the world?" Iskandar looked at Doraemon with great suspicion. "Is that it?"

"That shouldn't be the case." Doraemon scratched his head. "Is there something wrong with the prop? Why don't we try another possibility?"