Nobita's Time Heist

"As a second-best option, you chose a more cautious tactic, targeting me alone for retaliation. Based on this logic, you then turned to cooperating with the Apairon Foundation. Am I right?"

"From your description, we can roughly deduce that the mastermind behind the Apairang Foundation is human. Therefore, everything he has done can be explained as internal friction within human civilization. From a cosmic perspective, it's not a big deal. But you are different. Compared to Earth, you are a completely alien species. If you attack directly, it might attract the attention of the Miracle Civilization... Although the probability is extremely low, you dare not gamble on it."

"So, all you can do now is sneak around doing little things behind the scenes, trying to drag all of humanity into your dream."

……

After a long silence, Phoenicia let out a cold laugh, and the murderous intent overflowing from his scarlet eyes intensified.

"My opinion of you has changed a little; your analytical skills aren't that bad."

"But even if you figure it out, so what? Do you want me to reward you with a little red flower?"

She spread her arms wide, laughing loudly with extreme arrogance, "All of humanity in the world is still in my hands. Everyone you know is my hostage! With them in my hands, won't you still obediently come to this dream, this execution ground we've set up for you?"

"Indeed, I had no choice but to come." The smile on Da Xiong's face made her feel uncomfortable, as if she had been seen through.

"But there's another reason behind 'my' arrival here... is that 'you' can't come to the real world?"

"??!" Phoenician's pupils constricted, and for the first time, a look of bewildered shock appeared on his face.

"Now that I think about it, you've never shown yourself in the real world. All that talk about 'the descent of the Crimson God' was just hype... But all along, the people I've fought are just those who have been driven to desperation by the tides of time and have been bewitched by you. You bestow your power upon them, but hide behind them, never daring to step in with your true form. Is that why?"

"Thump—!!"

Phoenicia, unable to contain herself any longer, leaped forward and unleashed a punch carrying the force of a thousand tons, instantly shattering Nobita's body into a cloud of blood that exploded on the spot. Despite the minimal exertion, she was already panting heavily—mostly from anger. Even after shattering her opponent with a single punch, she was still not satisfied.

Sure enough, just as he had predicted, another Nobita strode out from the shattered plain.

"So, I've thought it over. Since you can't really get into my world, this is an advantage we can take advantage of."

Another Nobita suddenly appeared from his blind spot and laughed, "Then I should make good use of it."

"Like this."

"so."

"There's still this."

……

Countless Nobitas appeared out of thin air from all directions, creating a strange feeling. Each Nobita was real, but it was clear that each one was a clone he had created in some unknown way. Their movements weren't synchronized, but the relaxed feeling in their eyes was identical, as if they had already found a way to break the Phoenician barrier.

"You...you bastard...you bastard!"

She suddenly opened her mouth wide, exhaling a powerful breath, and simultaneously began spinning rapidly like a water dragon king. The Gobi Desert offered no cover whatsoever; after a 360-degree sweep, all of Da Xiong's figures were wiped out with a single click. Having eliminated all threats, her expression changed slightly, but her relief was short-lived, as Da Xiong's voice rang out again.

"That won't work, you should know that."

“Impossible…” Phoenicia stared at the Nobita clones that seemed to grow out of the ground, his mouth slightly agape in disbelief. “Even if you are very skilled in clone magic, controlling a hundred clones at the same time is almost the limit. Any more and your consciousness will be scattered, and it will not be enough to support the clones’ actions.”

"How on earth did you do that?"

Chapter 445: The Cursed Camera

Here we come, the reveal of Nobita's favorite gadgets.

He used to wonder why, whenever a life-or-death crisis arose, Doraemon would still explain the function and purpose of each gadget after pulling it out. In his opinion, wasn't that just a pure waste of time?

It wasn't until he himself started taking on the role of Doraemon, pulling out gadgets and solving crises during his adventures that he realized how incredibly satisfying it was! Watching the other person's shocked expression, then slowly explaining the gadget's workings to show them what they had failed at, leaving them looking dejected and speechless, that was the most satisfying thing ever.

"【Asexual Proliferation Fluid】—!"

(Asexual Regeneration Fluid: Pour the liquid onto your hair, pluck a strand, blow on it, and the hair will transform into a clone identical to the original, a perfect replica in both body and mind. During this time, the original can make the clone do all sorts of things. After 15 minutes, the clone will revert back to a single hair. The potion's effect is short-lived; once it wears off, even if the hair is removed, it can no longer become a clone. According to Doraemon himself, the way this gadget is used is a tribute to the classic Chinese novel *Journey to the West*.)

"...and the [Super Hair Growth Factor]—!"

There's a story behind this prop that's worth telling.

Because of a photograph, Nobita and Doraemon decide to search for their father's childhood dream girl—a girl who looks like Bai Baihe.

As a result, through a series of coincidences, Nobita himself ended up playing the role of a "girl" with fair skin, bright eyes, long hair, and the delicate fragrance of baijiu. This was probably his first time wearing women's clothing, but like all cross-dressing, it was only once, and there were countless times. Nobita, having opened the door to a new world, has a record of playing the role of a girl in both his daily life and his grand adventures, and the results are quite good.

Far away.

In short, memories are a wonderful thing; they constantly embellish those beautiful moments until they become a belief.

Why was that girl so stunning? Perhaps it was simply because she offered her father a little care when he was utterly despondent and almost wanted to end his life—nothing more. Being able to pull his father back from the brink of suicide could be considered a way for Nobita to fulfill his filial duty ahead of time.

The main reason why his father mistook Nobita for a girl was his long, flowing black hair. He would never have guessed that it was the result of Doraemon using too much of his "Super Hair Growth Formula."

……

"They keep spraying medicine on my scalp, it feels like they're treating some kind of skin disease." Nobita shook the two bottles of medicine in his hand and explained with a smile, "First, I spray on the super hair growth serum, and my hair will grow continuously. Then I use the [asexual reproduction fluid] to create my clones... Their way of thinking is exactly the same as mine. In other words, they will be recognized as different 'me' by the Dream Machine."

"Next, all we need is a large enough space to use the copying mirror to replicate enough machines and tapes."

He clapped his hands and said with a smile, "That's it, understand?"

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Origin Technology!

It was that damned Origin Technology again. Only now did Phoenicia vaguely understand Nobita's meaning—the true use of Origin Technology wasn't destruction, but creation. Like now, just by combining two gadgets, he had developed such a disgusting new style. Simultaneously creating ten thousand clones—not to mention fighting, that was more than enough to confuse the enemy. And what did he sacrifice? Just endlessly growing hair; that stuff falls out in clumps every time he goes to the barber!

Mechanized monster.

These were the words that popped into Phoenician's mind without his noticing. Without a doubt, this guy was a monster in terms of mechanics!

"Of course, even so, I still can't do anything to you. After all, as a 'being,' you are just too powerful, so powerful that I don't know what to do. Ordinary moves are probably ineffective against you. While clones can restrain you, in the end, if you ignore me, I have no way to deal with you either."

“So,” the other Nobita said.

“We’ve come up with another idea,” the other Nobita said with a smile, pulling a camera out of his pocket.

"【Cursed Camera】—!!"

Unless there were special circumstances, Nobita would never want to touch this gadget in his life. There are many other similar gadgets, but even among them, the Cursed Camera is an exception. It caused Nobita and Doraemon a lot of trouble, and it also made Nobita understand the weight of the word "curse" at a very young age.

The person photographed by it will automatically have a doll created, and this doll is connected to the person's senses. Simply put, what you do to the doll will be directly felt by the owner, which can lead to many terrifying ways of playing.

For example, cutting off one of the doll's legs, or running it over under a truck, or roasting it over a fire... Doraemon is still kind-hearted. After Suneo had tormented him for a long time, his revenge was simply to pour water into the doll's crotch, making him look like he had urinated in public.

But right now, the safety of all humanity rests on his shoulders, and Nobita doesn't have time to care whether this gadget is human or not. In a sense, he should be grateful that Phoenicia is in human form now; if she were in her monster form, the camera wouldn't be able to capture her entire appearance, and this trick would no longer be useful.

"A camera? Is that also early technology?" Phoenicia sensed something was wrong and took a step back. "What are you going to do?"

You'll find out soon enough.

One of the hundreds of clones pulled out an embroidery needle and pierced the arm of the Phoenician doll.

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"??!" Her crimson pupils suddenly contracted. She looked at her arm in disbelief. The pain she hadn't experienced in who knows how long had returned, so much so that she felt a little unfamiliar with the sensation at first.

There were no external injuries.

However, the increasingly intense pain was definitely not fake.

"What...what did you do? Ah—!!" The same pain shot through her right leg, and Phoenicia's ankle suddenly went numb. It felt like she was walking on cotton; she lost her footing and collapsed limply to the ground. "What...what did you do to my body?!"

"I'm sorry, I have no choice. You just won't budge, so this is all I can do." Da Xiong took out more and more needles and muttered to himself, a fierce glint in his eyes.

With such a great responsibility on my shoulders, I can't worry about anything else.

Transform into Rong Momo and stab me hard!

More and more places began to sting, but there were no external injuries. Even her body's self-healing factors couldn't resist the pain. It was as if the pain wasn't caused by any wounds, but rather a "concept" implanted within her. This was what Phoenicia feared most—unable to understand, unable to defend against, and therefore unable to cope.

The unknown nature of Origin Technology is precisely what he fears most.

So, on instinct, her body split open, and black, viscous substance emerged from her back, forming wings.

This was only their second encounter, yet she was forced to reveal her monster form, which gave Nobita even more hope for victory.

"Maybe... it might work!"

Chapter 446: Attribute Restraint in a Biological Sense

"Roar------!!!"

Black wings unfurled, and Phoenicia descended once more in her true form, indistinguishable from the cataclysmic disaster that ravaged the world. With a roar, the entire earth trembled. As the dust settled, it became clear that although Nobita had hundreds of clones, they were nothing more than a few hundred insignificant ants before her true form.

Perhaps having learned from her previous experience, this time she no longer hovered high in the sky; her enormous figure plummeted down, landing one foot on the ground.

"Thump—!!"

With a flick of her thick tail, she wiped out all of Nobita's clones with a single sweep, accompanied by an extremely angry roar.

"Come on, Nobita Nobi—!! I'm right here. Stop with your silly tricks and let's end this fair and square!"

It was unclear which organ she used to produce her voice, but it almost formed a thick wall of sound, scattering the surrounding dust and smoke. She saw Nobita standing there, brazenly on the ground, head tilted back, calmly looking at her. In terms of size, Nobita probably wouldn't even be considered an ant in Phoenicia's eyes now, just an insignificant little flying insect, but that nonchalant air, that completely indifferent attitude, was incredibly irritating to Phoenicia.

This time, it's not a clone anymore.

"Fine, since you insist on this..."

The abyss-like maw slowly opened, helium and hydrogen atoms were compressed to their limit within its body, and tiny suns transformed her neck into a translucent color. Her head pressed down, and a beam of light as bright as the sun shot out from the cracked maw!

"boom----!!"

The beam of light pierced through, as if divinely ordained, completely engulfing Nobita.

But for some reason, after the previous two failures, Phoenicia felt uneasy. Logically, the material world shouldn't have any defense against this breath attack; a hit would be fatal. However… Origin Technology was just that unreasonable; it might attack in a way that defied logic and common sense. Besides, its confident demeanor made it seem like it had done its research.

As the dust settled, Phoenicia eagerly opened his eyes, wanting to see the outcome of the attack.

The reality, however, was a million times more exaggerated than she had imagined.

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"What is this...?"

She saw a thin white film, which looked a bit like a dumpling wrapper—a dumpling wrapper that stretched for thousands of miles!

It directly enveloped his exhaled breath, completely isolating the heat and preventing any harm to Nobita. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a living being! Just the opposite of himself, it was a membranous creature made of a pure white substance with excellent elasticity. At this moment, it had become a giant envelope, precisely packaging the energy he exhaled, and occasionally emitting strange "pop pop pop" sounds.

What the hell is all this?! — Phoenicia's eyes widened in disbelief.

The process of processing helium and hydrogen atoms and transforming them into usable weapons took millions of years, making her an ultimate cosmic life form capable of surviving solely on solar radiation. During her 3 million-year wait, she did engage in combat with other civilizations, but most would be annihilated by a single breath attack. Very few could truly put up a fight against her.

And now, this unidentified creature that looks like a wonton wrapper, this little guy who seems to be completely different from her, is actually able to withstand her attack?

If there really are gods in this universe, wouldn't that be too unfair?

However, what truly broke her defenses was yet to come.

……

"boom----!!"

The swollen white unidentified creature suddenly bounced back, returning to its original size, which was only the size of a palm! It landed very obediently on Nobita's shoulder, gently rubbing his cheek, like a kitten or puppy being affectionate.

eaten!

He... actually gave... the sun's energy...

"Let me introduce you to my good friend, Popon, who came all the way from the 22nd century to help me." Nobita teased the little creature with his finger while laughing, "Don't underestimate him because of his size, he's a great hero who saved the world."

To sum up what happens at the Secret Gadget Museum in one sentence, it's basically the story of a stubborn old man who refuses to accept defeat, wants to prove himself, and ends up causing even more trouble. After Dr. Pipla's craftsmanship license was revoked, he set up a base in the museum, working day and night, and finally developed "Pipla Metal," a substitute for all metal, and plans to replace all the metal in all the secret gadgets.

The end result was that the secret tools became widely ineffective, and one tool used to restrain the fusion model also lost its power.

Without a binding force field, the sun began to expand infinitely, quickly melting the containment facility. If all goes well, it will expand into a red giant within minutes and engulf the entire Earth.

At a time of existential crisis for all humanity, Poporn decisively intervened, swallowing the expanding star whole. With all his might, he managed to "digest" this volatile star!

The only price he paid was that his skin temporarily turned charred black, like a piece of burnt popcorn. Even that only lasted for less than a week before returning to normal. He swallowed the sun without any aftereffects, and was still cheerful and had a good appetite every day.

Kurt himself probably never imagined that his greatest invention would not be the Phantom Thief DX suit, but rather the Popon, which he accidentally created by mixing everything on the table together and pouring it into a blender in a moment of desperation.

Its unique, unrepeatable nature, its powerful ability to devour everything, and its terrifying extensibility that even solar energy cannot penetrate... it's practically the embodiment of a black hole!

"Your attack pattern is just 'imitating' the formation state of the sun, right? I don't really understand the specifics of atoms and particles, but in terms of size, the real sun is much bigger than you. It doesn't look like it could fit into your stomach at all."

“Our Popon can even swallow a real star whole. You could say that, given his characteristics, he was born to specifically counter you.”

"Mwah~~~"

Popon understood that Nobita was praising him, and became even happier, rubbing his cheek against Nobita's cheek more and more frequently.

……

"No...it's impossible...I...I've wandered the universe, spending millions of years adapting to the environment and constantly evolving...all so I can take my revenge on you! I've overcome all the weaknesses of being a 'living being'—disease, aging, death—one by one, they've all fallen to me! Standing at the top of the food chain, I could never be defeated by such a ridiculous fellow!"

Lies don't hurt, but the truth is the sharpest knife. Phoenicia had a vague feeling that what Nobita said was true, and the situation on the battlefield was quietly turning around, but she refused to believe it.

After being stabbed, the only way to deceive yourself is to quickly stand up and cover the wound.