Roaming through the world of Doraemon

Sarkozy, who was deeply involved in the competition, understood that the difficulty of this third event was far beyond what the first two events combined could achieve. This event had pushed the contestants' memory and logical abilities to their limits, and he simply did not believe that Nobita could complete the competition in such a short time.

"Is the question difficult? I really don't know what you're bragging about. The results will be out soon, and you'll see." Knowing Sarkozy's arrogant personality, Da Xiong knew that this brat's score should be no worse than 5.5. However, he was not as simple as Sarkozy thought. He had to slap him in the face while it was still fresh in his mind to have the most impact.

"Hmph, we'll know the results soon enough. Let's see how stubborn you are then." Having grown up in the United States, Sarkozy also had some understanding of Japanese culture. In his mind, Japanese people were stubborn and would always put up with whatever came their way.

The results of the third event were finally tallied, and the organizers used a computer to input the scores one by one onto the large screen in front of the contestants.

The scores for the third subject, portrait and name, are as follows: Lisa 1990 points.

Sarkozy 1996 points

Yukiko Kudo 1000 points

Sakuragi Hanamichi 600 points

Nobi Nobita 2000 points

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Chapter Twenty-Two: National Hero

"How is that possible? How could Nobita possibly get a perfect score on this project?"

The organizers quickly projected the scores of the third event onto the electronic screens in front of each contestant via computer screen, allowing everyone to clearly see the approximate scores of the contestants from Japan and the United States.

However, the score of this match made Sarkozy, who had been leading, very unhappy. He originally thought that Nobita's perfect score in the first match was just a fluke and that he had run away at the last minute in the second match. Unexpectedly, Nobita got a perfect score in the third match, which forced Sarkozy to take Nobita's resistance to him in this match seriously.

Based on the currently released scores, Sarkozy is in first place with a total score of 3990 after three matches, Lisa has a total score of 3975, and Nobita, although he did not participate in the second match for some unknown reason, also got 3000 points because he scored full marks in both matches. He is very close to Sarkozy and Lisa's scores. If anything unexpected happens in the next two matches, it will be really hard to say what will happen.

However, Sarkozy also understood the purpose of this competition before the match. According to the tradition of this competition, there are a total of five matches, each more difficult and mentally demanding than the last. In the end, it is not certain who will win or lose. Sarkozy is leading Nobita by nearly 1000 points in total score. It will be very difficult for Nobita to turn the tide.

"Nobita, Nobita, our pride..."

Not long after the contestants received each other's scores, the spectators in the stands not far from the competition venue also saw the huge electronic screen hanging in the center of the square. Rows and rows of contestants' scores were clearly displayed, allowing the audience to feel the intensity of the competition.

In the first two matches, apart from Nobita being the first to finish the game and get a perfect score, the entire Japanese team was completely crushed by the American team. In the second match, the Japanese team was also wiped out, and the whole team was completely crushed. Finally, in the third match, they saw Nobita's name appear in the top three positions on the screen, with his total score only below Sarkozy and Lisa.

The most legendary thing is that Da Xiong didn't even participate in the second competition. He directly achieved a perfect score in the first and third competitions and won the third place in the total score. This made the Japanese people who worship heroes cheer and get excited like they were on steroids. They waved their flags and shouted wildly.

"Hmph, just a clown. There are still two matches left. Let's see how your Nobita Nobi saves your Japan." The passion of the audience in the arena made Sarkozy very unhappy. He had already prepared to take over the final victory of this match, but he didn't expect Nobita to jump out halfway and even stomp on his face twice. No ordinary person could accept this result, let alone Sarkozy, who had grown up in a wealthy family.

Da Xiong, who was packing his things, saw Sarkozy's ashen face and furious expression. He smirked and smiled slightly. Sure enough, he was still a child at heart. No matter what kind of family one is born into, there is something hidden in human nature that cannot be changed. It just needs a trigger to be exposed.

The youth exchange match between Japan and the United States was scheduled for two days. The first day mainly consisted of the opening ceremony and the first three matches. The highlights were all scheduled for the two final matches and the championship award ceremony on the second day. With the announcement of the results of the third match today, the first day of the competition came to a close. All members of the Japanese and American teams were arranged to rest at the nearest hotel to prepare for the second day of the competition.

Sitting next to Aoi Teng on the podium, Mitsui's team was also managing the end of the first day's competition in an orderly manner. However, after controlling the exit of the competitors, he lowered his head and made a few phone calls outside, with a proud smile on his face.

Meanwhile, outside the stadium, on the train, and on the television sets of every household in Japan, Nobita Nobi's image appeared before them, with the title of "Japan's Strongest Boy" prominently displayed at the top. For some reason, some TV stations even dug up the fact that Nobita Nobi was the author of the best-selling manga "Naruto." This caused an uproar in Japan, like hot oil being poured over a pot of boiling water. The fermentation of the entire incident was far more than just boiling; it could be described as an explosion.

"Nobita Nobi, representing the Japanese team, achieved a remarkable third place overall with two wins out of three matches. Compared to other members of the Japanese team, he leads the overall standings. Most importantly, according to experts, although Nobita Nobi is nearly a thousand points behind the first and second place finishers, if he maintains his current momentum, he can definitely compete for first place. Now, Professor Komei, a doctoral supervisor at the University of Tokyo, will explain..."

"The author of the legendary manga 'Naruto' is none other than Nobita Nobi, the prodigy representing Japan this year. His manga has reportedly held the number one spot on the Japanese sales charts for a full 963 weeks, nearly three times the sales of the second-place title – a truly astonishing feat. According to reports, this success may be linked to a business deal, and the largest publishing house in Japan may now be owned by the Nobi family. If this is true, Nobita Nobi could be the youngest millionaire in Japanese history. Stay tuned for further updates."

"Nobita performed well in the competition. Compared to the two American team members, we saw a relaxed and comfortable look on Nobita's face. According to the internal data at the time, Nobita completed both competitions in less than half an hour, far exceeding the time of Sarkozy and Lisa of the American team at the same time. We don't know why Nobita did not participate in the second competition. Otherwise, it would be difficult for him to maintain his first place."

One television and radio program after another was broadcasting under Nobita Nobi's name. It wasn't just regular variety shows; even the Asahi Shimbun, known as the main news broadcast in Japan, aired nearly five minutes of content featuring Nobita Nobi. In Japanese history, this was only a few dozen seconds shorter than the live broadcast of the Emperor's coronation, demonstrating the immense importance the entire nation placed on Nobita. However, Nobita, who was deep inside his hotel room examining two cards, was completely unaware of all this happening outside.

Chapter Twenty-Three: G2 Potion

The hotel where the Japanese and American youth exchange participants stayed at was not too far from the venue. Originally, Da Xiong wanted to go home to stay, but he was stopped by the Mitsui camp. According to the management regulations of the main office, the organizers could better maintain and arrange the conference if the members of both teams stayed at the hotel together.

Furthermore, according to Mitsui's camp, because Nobita's performance in the competition was outstanding, the Japanese national television station wanted to do an exclusive interview with Nobita about the competition. This made Nobita, who was focused on encountering the strange bird in the second competition, very helpless. Miyako mysteriously disappeared, and a mysterious person gave him a future gadget. These mysteries all happened to Nobita. It was just that what he feared most came to pass.

However, it must be mentioned that the hotel provided by the national conference was really nice. As soon as Nobita walked in, he saw a huge standing glass bed. Looking out the window, he could see the entire view of Tokyo. Standing in front of the window, he immediately felt a sense of openness and joy. Arranging such a room for Nobita shows that the Japanese side attaches great importance to Nobita, the champion.

After casually putting down the few miscellaneous items he had on him, Da Xiong sat on the bed and carefully recalled the events of the day. The birdman he encountered during the second match was undoubtedly the strangest thing that happened to Da Xiong today. Judging from the moment the birdman started staring at him in the competition venue, this person had already noticed him and was likely targeting him from the very beginning.

Nobita couldn't believe who knew so much about his situation, and even knew Miyako's whereabouts and information. This was just a parallel dimension created by Doraemon using the "What If" phone booth. He didn't know how these people knew, and how they brought Miyako out. What was even stranger was that these people seemed to have their own influence in the future world, and they even took the initiative to send him to a department store in the 22nd century to buy a specific gadget. Obviously, they weren't trying to sell him anything; Miyako's whereabouts and their secrets must be hidden inside this gadget.

What makes Nobita most uneasy is that the first time he faced a demon king from the magical world, the second time a steel legion from outside the universe, and this third time someone actually came to his door and got involved with the future. The things mixed in here make Nobita feel a great sense of crisis. If he is exposed at the beginning, the consequences for his family, friends and even the entire planet will be unimaginable when he encounters other crises in the future.

Perhaps the reality is as I thought: not only is Earth now exposed to the outside of the universe, but my identity and situation are also likely known to outsiders, who are just not taking action yet. This time, being approached is likely the first wave of attacks from this group.

As Nobita sat on the bed deep in thought, a rhythmic knocking sound came from the wooden door of the next room, as if several strange-looking white men had entered the contestant's room opposite Nobita's.

After the group of white men entered the room, they immediately split into two groups and stood in two rows. One of them, a thin middle-aged man, walked to the center of the room and walked lightly toward Sarkozy, who was having dinner in the living room.

"Young Master Sarkozy, the latest product from headquarters has been delivered to you. However, according to that doctor, this product has not yet undergone clinical trials. A small dose can promote the secondary development of the cerebral cortex, but if the dose is too large, it may turn people with low brain development into idiots. I hope you can consider this carefully."

The middle-aged man, slightly hunched over, took a silver-coated box from the person next to him and placed it on the small table in front of Sarkozy, patiently explaining the efficacy of the contents of the box to Sarkozy.

"Is this the T2 drug the doctor mentioned? It can maximize the potential of the human brain, and even allow humans to surpass Einstein and reach god-like heights. I really don't know how he came up with the idea of ​​developing such a drug. He's a madman. But it's precisely this kind of madman that our company needs. Without him, that Japanese bastard might have gained an advantage in this match. Sarkozy's glory has never been tainted. For the sake of this match, I can't afford to lose. As for the dosage, don't worry. I haven't even enjoyed this wonderful world yet, so why would I want to become a mindless idiot?"

With a slight smile, Sarkozy gently opened the box in front of him. Inside, five golden potions were neatly arranged in a square. Each potion shone with a mysterious light under the lamplight, like Pandora's box, which, once opened, would reveal an infinite world.

"Hehe, a potion that costs 100 million US dollars for five bottles. One bottle can develop a person's brain capacity by 20%, and five bottles together can develop a normal person's brain capacity by 100%, instantly turning them into a superman. But normal people can't enjoy this kind of devilish stuff. If I hadn't used the company's brain cell activating fluid before, I probably wouldn't have been able to handle even half a bottle. It really is the stuff that the doctor called the God's potion, hahahaha."

Holding the G2 serum, which cost 20 million US dollars a bottle, Sarkozy felt a surge of confidence. He believed that if he could take the serum in front of him, he could immediately surpass Nobita and become the master of the entire arena. He could make Lisa look at him with new eyes and even dominate the world.

"Ding!"

Sarkozy clenched his fist and instantly twisted open the vial. The golden-yellow liquid swayed as the bottle was opened. Sarkozy's eyes widened as he stared intently at the vial before swallowing it whole.

"Young Master, you!"

The middle-aged man in front of Sarkozy turned pale as he watched Sarkozy down a bottle of medicine without a word. This medicine was only 60-70% of the recommended dosage for Sarkozy's current condition; the family had even sent a team to dilute it before administering it. Unexpectedly, Sarkozy reacted with surprising ferocity, downing the entire bottle without hesitation. This medicine was unlike alcohol; it didn't just provide a temporary stimulus to the brain, but directly targeted the most mysterious and deepest parts of it. A slight mishap could result in brain death or becoming an idiot. This terrified the middle-aged butler responsible for transporting and instructing Sarkozy on how to use the medicine. If Sarkozy were to die in his care, given the Sarkozy family's track record, his own family would likely be doomed as well.

As the butler observed Sarkozy's flustered expression, Nobita, sitting on the bed in the room, suddenly opened his eyes and murmured in confusion, "Where did this mental energy fluctuation come from?"

Chapter Twenty-Four: The Fisherman Benefits

While Da Xiong was deep in thought with his eyes closed in the hotel, he sensed a tiny, almost negligible spiritual force spreading outwards around him through his outward spiritual power. This spiritual force seemed to have just been generated, weak and scattered. Compared to Da Xiong, a seasoned veteran, it was like a newborn baby facing a martial arts master who had cultivated for decades—incredibly weak.

Even so, this was the first time Nobita had ever felt such a fluctuation of mental energy among normal humans. Moreover, the events of the day inevitably made Nobita think about all the changes happening around him. Adhering to the principle of being cautious in everything, Nobita condensed his mental energy into a ball and extended it in the direction where the weak mental energy was spreading.

The two waves of spiritual energy intertwined, and Nobita easily located the new spiritual energy. To his surprise, the wave of spiritual energy was actually coming from the room next to his own. What surprised Nobita even more was that the owner of this wave of spiritual energy was none other than Sarkozy, who had been competing with him for attention all day. However, Sarkozy was now unaware of what had happened and had fainted, his brain entering a semi-dormant state.

Da Xiong also discovered that around Sarkozy, several white men of various appearances were holding some kind of instrument and conducting some kind of examination on Sarkozy's body. If he was not mistaken, this new wave of spiritual energy was what he sensed was the group of people helping Sarkozy develop.

What I didn't expect was that in this world at the end of the 20th century, there was still such technological power that could help an ordinary human develop mental power in the brain. It seems that there are many things you don't know hidden beneath every world you know. Thinking about the family that Sarkozy represents, it is entirely reasonable that they have such near-black technology. However, judging from the current state of Sarkozy's brain, it will be decades before he wakes up.

"Butler Lei Luo, young master Sarkozy's condition is extremely serious. According to our estimates, in less than five minutes, the young master's brain will enter the deepest level of sleep, which is what we commonly call a vegetative state, and he may not show any signs of waking up for a long time to come..."

Several researchers examining Sarkozy's body were speechless with tension as they looked at the data displayed on the instruments. They hadn't expected that Sarkozy's entire brain would fall into a deep sleep after taking the G2 drug. If this situation wasn't handled properly, everyone present would be accused of murdering the direct heir of the Sarkozy family, and none of them might survive.

"So things have really developed to this point. Let's use the emergency plan and do everything we can to wake the young master up. If he really falls into a daze, then everyone here should prepare for his funeral."

Having lived in the Sarkozy family for many years, Lei Luo knew the ruthless nature of their development. If Sarkozy were to run into trouble, the entire family would certainly do everything in their power to wipe out everyone present. The worst off would likely be their own family members and children. Recalling the bloody history of the family's expansion, Lei Luo couldn't help but feel nervous.

"It's all because of this drug! If it weren't for this doctor developing this God's Potion, young master Sarkozy wouldn't be in this state now. If we could go back, we would definitely tear the doctor to pieces!" Lero said viciously as he counted the four remaining bottles of G2 potion.

“Butler Lei Luo, we can’t blame the potion entirely. There’s nothing wrong with the potion. The God’s Hand potion developed by the doctor can completely reshape humans, but young master Sarkozy’s body can’t withstand it, so there’s nothing we can do. Now, if we want to save the young master, there are two other ways: one is a purely physical awakening method, and the other is a secondary stimulation method. We can still use this potion!”

The researcher crouching next to Sarkozy saw Rello walk up to the potion and assumed that Rello was going to destroy it in a fit of anger. He immediately stood up. This potion was not only worth 20 million US dollars each, but it was also one of the important methods to save Sarkozy. If it was destroyed, everyone present would be doomed.

"Hmm, is there still hope for the young master?" Lei Luo asked anxiously.

“Young Master hasn’t fallen into a deep sleep yet. We can still use strong voltage stimulation to wake him up from his sleep state. Another method is to give him the drug a second time, which might wake him up to some extent. However, the chances of either method are not very high. But we have no other choice now. We must act immediately. Every minute we delay increases the danger.” The leader of the researchers stepped forward and snatched the God Drug from Rello’s hand, ready to treat the comatose Sarkozy at any moment.

Meanwhile, in the next room, Nobita's mental power gave him a clear view of what was happening in Sarkozy's room. He was surprised to find that Sarkozy's small amount of mental power was actually triggered by the drug they had. What surprised Nobita was not only the mental power Sarkozy had generated, but also the fact that there were people on Earth who could manufacture such drugs. Sarkozy had only taken one dose and had developed a small amount of mental power from an ordinary person. If it were him, taking all five doses would probably raise his mental power level even further. He had originally thought that there was nothing on Earth in this era that could increase his strength, but he had unexpectedly discovered it. It was like a pillow being delivered when you're sleepy. He had to get his hands on these drugs, and he also had to keep the entire process and personnel involved in making them.

Thinking of this, Da Xiong's mental energy condensed into several thin lines, which rushed into the minds of the people in Sarkozy's room. Then, a weak, almost invisible wave of mental energy swept over them, and the next second, everything went black, and they fainted without feeling anything.

"Since none of you are going to take this God's potion, then I will take it. I'll also cure your young master Sarkozy while I'm at it, so as to avoid any unnecessary trouble later."

Sitting solemnly in the room, Da Xiong knocked the others unconscious. Then, with a grab of his hand, a black vortex appeared in the air of Sarkozy's room, sucking the silver box in front of them into his hand. Without anyone noticing, he took the box from Sarkozy's room to his own. I wonder what their expressions will be when they wake up and see that the box in their room has evaporated.

As for why Da Xiong didn't just kill Sarkozy, that troublemaker, it's because Da Xiong considered that while it would be easy to eliminate Sarkozy, the subsequent events would definitely cause him trouble. He hadn't even resolved the issue with that birdman, and if the forces in the real world added to his troubles, he would really go on a killing spree.

Moreover, saving Sarkozy now wouldn't be a complete waste. Before, Nobita was afraid that his mental power was too strong and would directly invade Sarkozy's mind, turning him into an idiot. Now, he can use this small amount of mental power to invade Sarkozy's mind and leave him with a psychological suggestion. This psychological suggestion is like the Kotoamatsukami of Uchiha Shisui in "Naruto" drawn by Nobita. Nobita's mark will be imprinted in his mind for the rest of his life, and he will obey Nobita's orders without question.

Chapter Twenty-Five: Digital Marathon

Compared to the butler Rello and the researchers present, Sarkozy's identity is particularly important to Nobita. Only Sarkozy can truly access deeper levels of research, or to put it more directly, it is most convenient for Nobita to have unlimited supplies of God's Medicine through Sarkozy's status as the family heir. Sarkozy is now especially important to Nobita's situation.

After observing the surroundings, Da Xiong imprinted the message of absolute obedience to Sarkozy's orders deep into his mind, giving Sarkozy a psychological suggestion unknown to everyone else. Then, he directly extracted the mental energy that had been generated, calming Sarkozy's brain activity. Sarkozy should wake up in less than half an hour. It's just unknown whether he will feel like he has drunk a bottle of orange-flavored fake God potion when he wakes up.

After dealing with Sarkozy's room, Nobita couldn't help but examine the four golden-yellow bottles he had taken from Sarkozy's room. He casually opened one bottle, and a mysterious, refreshing scent with an oceanic aroma wafted into his nose, invigorating his entire being. For a moment, Nobita seemed to see a towering ice giant waving his fists across the Antarctic ice sheet, freezing the entire world.

"Hmm? This potion is interesting! Just smelling the potion in this box is enough to make people feel refreshed. I wonder what the effect would be if I drank it?" Thinking of this, Nobita casually poured down the potion that Sarkozy and his men regarded as God's potion.

The moment the medicine entered his mouth, Nobita felt an active element spreading from his mouth towards the central nervous system of his brain, directly stimulating the activity and development of the brain region, thereby increasing his mental strength. However, Nobita did not have the awareness of falling into a coma after drinking it. Instead, he closed his eyes and enjoyed this unique feeling, which was indescribably comfortable.

"My mental strength has recovered by 50%, and even my already solidified mental strength has started to loosen a little!" After carefully digesting the effects of the drug, Nobita immediately analyzed its effects on him. One bottle could instantly restore 50% of his mental strength, and even increase the density of his mental strength to a certain extent, giving Nobita a feeling of advancement.

Four potions were used, leaving three in the box. If the remaining three potions were used, it would probably allow Nobita's mental strength to advance. However, there are only three potions available. If they are all used up, it would be fine if Nobita advances, but if he doesn't, it would be a waste. It would be better to keep them as blue potions, which could be used to save his life in a critical situation.

After much deliberation, Nobita decided to keep the three potions in the box for emergencies. The group that came during the day was quite strong, and they were also connected to the future. Nobita couldn't rest easy without having some trump cards up his sleeve.

Da Xiong didn't pay attention to what happened in Sarkozy's room that night. Who knows what expressions they would have when they woke up? When Lei Luo and the researcher woke up and found Sarkozy acting like nothing had happened, they didn't know what to think. What would Sarkozy's reaction be after he woke up and found that he had only drunk a bottle of beverage that had no effect?

The second day of the competition only had two matches, but the difficulty of these two matches increased exponentially, with each match becoming more difficult and more insane than the last.

The first event of the morning competition was the famous Number Marathon, which can be simply described as a timed counting event.

The organizer will provide you with a set of randomly generated numbers on the computer. The numbers range from 0 to 9 and are generated irregularly. There are 25 lines per page, with 40 numbers per line, for a total of 3000 numbers. This means that the maximum score for this round is 3000 points.

The penultimate round of the competition didn't require particularly complex memorization material, but the sheer volume of information was enough to be overwhelming. It involved a random arrangement of 3000 numbers, and each mistake would deduct 100 points from the total score. The rules of this round were undeniably brutal; if you got 30 wrong, you could end up with a score of 0. A 1 in 100 chance of getting 30 wrong was enough to eliminate over 90% of the participants.

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The players from the Japanese and American teams took their seats in the order arranged by the organizers. Unfortunately, Sarkozy was seated not far from Nobita, just like in the previous round. However, when he met Nobita's gaze this time, he suddenly felt a chill and a sense of fear arose inexplicably. He couldn't help but feel that he should obey the person in front of him. Thinking of this, Sarkozy shook his head and immediately lowered his head, no longer daring to look in Nobita's direction.

When Da Xiong saw Sarkozy's dazed state, he knew that his mental suggestion had worked. This kind of awe, which came from the deepest part of his mind and was almost like a soul, meant that no matter whether he gave orders or not, as long as Sarkozy saw his appearance, even a photograph, he would feel a sense of fear from the depths of his soul.

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As Sarkozy kept his head down, avoiding looking at Nobita, the competition began. Nobita took the test paper from the staff, and what met his eyes was three thousand numbers of different shapes, which looked like symbols that were confusing. However, this density was nothing to Nobita. He imprinted his mental energy on them, and it was like copying and pasting. The numbers on the three sheets of paper in front of him were instantly imprinted in Nobita's mind. At this time, there were still fifty-seven minutes left in the one-hour memorization time.

"carry out an assignment……"

Just as the staff finished distributing the test papers and were about to take a break, Nobita's light, airy voice calling out "Submit your papers!" flooded their ears like a demonic chant, leaving them utterly astonished. Only a few minutes had passed since the test papers were distributed, and Nobita had already completed the memorization portion of the competition. This second round of the competition, if it weren't for the small number of numbers to memorize, could have easily been used as a final round event. They never expected someone to memorize all the difficult questions in less than two minutes—it was truly a prodigy.