Nobita's Time Heist

Just from that one sentence, Shizuka thought of the cute plush toys in her room and suddenly felt extremely disgusted. She rolled her eyes at her and said, "Is it really necessary to use such a disgusting analogy?"

“I mean, I said! Without human organs, it means without human weaknesses, it’s a complete monster.” Asur had to emphasize the key point again from the perspective of combat needs, “Traditional lethal attacks, such as targeting the heart or brain, may not work at all against him. We need to be prepared for this before we make a move.”

Nobita stared at the silently advancing giant, and instinctively blurted out, "...Have you decided to make your move?"

……

"what?!"

"what?!"

For once, the two girls were on the same page. Even Shizuka was stunned by his statement, giving him a look that said, "What the hell are you thinking?" However, she quickly composed herself and said in a more tactful tone, "Nobita, I think we shouldn't be thinking about these things right now..."

"What are you thinking?! Look, look at the devastation we've been through!" Asur was even more direct, curling her fingers and tapping his head seriously, then shoving the spy satellite's display tablet in front of him, scolding in a delicate voice, "Wherever he went, people and animals were indistinguishable, not a blade of grass grew, he trampled them all to death."

"Many people weren't even trampled to death, but were scalded alive by the hot steam emanating from his body. I can't even imagine what that feels like. It's probably like fish and shrimp falling into a pot. If he had even a shred of humanity left, would he have done something like that?"

Nobita was speechless.

"That prophet made it very clear: this giant is an evil creature he created using some kind of dark magic. It has no will of its own and is only responsible for primal destruction! Isn't communicating with it a waste of time?!"

“Generally speaking, that’s definitely true.” Nobita looked at the giant’s face, which was torn apart by tentacles, from afar, his eyes half-closed, still feeling lingering fear, but unable to put it into words. “I have a feeling that… there’s still a tiny bit of hope that can awaken him.”

"Just consider it a scam, but give it a try."

Shizuka sighed and silently took out the [Step Stopper] from her spare pocket.

"Try one last time."

Nobita took out an entire basket of Telepathic Fruits and gulped them down like beans. He didn't know how to communicate with this eighty-meter-tall behemoth. After thinking it over, he realized that traditional methods wouldn't work. He had to use sufficiently strong mental energy to directly transmit his thoughts into the behemoth's consciousness—assuming the behemoth was still conscious, it would definitely react!

……

"Can you hear me?" A strange yet familiar voice broke into Huang Chao's already blurred consciousness, as if through a dream, "I am Nobita, Nobi Nobita, we are here to help you!"

"No matter what that person promised you, or what scenery they showed you, your actions now are far greater than the greatest sins you can imagine! Open your eyes and look! The elderly, women, children... and so many others—they could never have done anything to you, yet you trampled them to death!"

"I know this world is more barbaric and complex than I imagined. Everyone yearns for an ideal world, which is why they chose Wang Mang to become emperor. Perhaps that ideal world is still far away and unattainable; he has instead turned the world into hell. Struggling in hell makes it easy to lose one's humanity..."

"But! Besides you, there are many other weak people who, like you, are victims of Wang Mang's regime. I don't think revenge is wrong, but shouldn't your targets for revenge be those who have harmed you?"

"He has inflicted such deep wounds on this land, and I believe that under the cycle of cause and effect, he will not have a good end. But it shouldn't be like this, being trampled to death by a giant who appeared out of nowhere."

Nobita's exceptional empathy allowed him to vaguely discern the giant's intentions. The burning hatred within him was undeniable, which made his words feel increasingly hollow and powerless. Swallowing hard, Nobita tilted his head back, trying to convey as much of his innermost feelings as possible to the giant.

Let history and humanity judge this person!

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"He's stopped moving." Asur muttered, looking at the giant who had stopped standing. "No way, is all that talk really that effective?"

"..." Nobita's expression remained unchanged. He knew very well that when faced with true hatred, the power of words was extremely limited. He himself wasn't particularly eloquent, but he might be able to try with less stubborn people, like the Silver father and son he encountered on Treasure Island. They were blood relatives, and with a little external mediation, they would naturally reconcile. This gave outsiders the illusion that "Nobita is exceptionally good with words."

Ultimately, once a person's worldview has been completely shattered, it becomes extremely difficult to pull them back with words. The intense will emanating from this giant had become hotter than lava; under the control of this impenetrable mind, how much of my advice could possibly reach his ears?

The giant stood there silently without any response, as if the whole world had been randomly paused.

……

Finally, at the end of this unbearable silence, he lifted his heel slightly.

"How could this be?!" Shizuka quickly checked the [Step Stop Device] on her hand. The red light was on, proving that the other person was still in the "Step Stop" state. "How did he..."

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

All the tentacles opened simultaneously, unleashing a roar that was somewhere between human and beast. The thick sonic boom, like a moving wall, swept up the dust and fallen leaves in the air, slamming them heavily against the walls of Chang'an City. In an instant, the giant broke free from the restraints of the prop, leaping into the air. Its mountain-like body displayed a completely contradictory explosive force. Scalding steam spread behind it, forming a trail of white smoke.

Although it looked a bit sinister, at this moment, Nobita had to admit that this giant possessed an extreme, powerful artistry. Its enormous, sturdy body was a perfect blend of strength and beauty, crashing towards the city wall like a meteor falling to earth!

Chapter 231: Reunion of Old Friends

"They actually made all the props lose their effect? ​​What an obsession!" Nobita exclaimed. "Sigh, as expected, we just can't understand each other."

Although he had expected it, a strange feeling still ran through Nobita's heart when he actually took out the "hot wire gun".

The scalding steam emanating from the giant created a strong convective wind, blowing them about unsteadily, but Nobita's hand holding the gun remained incredibly steady. There was no way he could miss such a large target; he simply took a deep breath and aimed the barrel at the giant's head—or more precisely, at the swarm of wildly beating tentacles.

"There's no other way, no matter who you are..."

He silently said to himself, "I'm sorry!"

Trigger pulled.

The orange-red color, like the afterglow of the setting sun, quickly gathered in the barrel, while emitting a sharp sound like boiling water.

Seemingly sensing danger, the giant raised its hands, protecting its head with its palms. The tentacles coiled on its face unfurled, like the heart of some flower, writhing densely, like the petals of some strange blossom, creating a powerful sensory impact. However, Nobita was quite relieved at this moment—this clearly inhuman organ greatly alleviated his guilt. Just as Asur had said, this was an evil creature beyond communication…

Let's just assume that's how it is for now.

In a flash, the energy in the gun barrel was compressed to its limit, transforming into a bright orange thermal fusion ray. Like a trickle, it simultaneously pierced the giant's hands and forehead. Almost the next second, a massive fireball exploded on his face, instantly vaporizing the countless tentacles wrapped around his face. It was as if he were a tiny figure drawn with a pencil on paper, whose head had been completely erased with a gentle eraser.

"..."

The consciousness controlling the giant seemed somewhat taken aback. Before he could make any other move, Nobita's next shot came from afar, accurately hitting his heart.

Two shots landed almost simultaneously. The powerful penetrating force of the heat rays turned this seemingly indestructible outer skin into paper. Within milliseconds, unimaginable heat surged into the body. Just as Doraemon described when he handed this gadget to his mother—"It can turn reinforced concrete buildings to ashes in an instant!"

How can flesh and blood withstand the pure crushing power of technological advancements?

"boom------!!"

There was no fire.

The intense heat rapidly devoured flesh and blood, turning them into a pure gaseous state. Two shots later, a gaping hole appeared in the center of the giant's body; centered on his chest, the entire right half of his body vanished, clearly indicating a severe injury. His previous desperate, battered stance diminished considerably. With the city wall so close, he stopped charging forward, standing there blankly, seemingly bewildered by this epoch-making attack.

"It's really that exaggerated, it's practically a weapon..." Shizuka subconsciously swallowed, clearly surprised, or rather, the destructive power was a little frightening to her.

"What's wrong?" Asur asked curiously, noticing her strange expression. "Isn't this one of your companions' tools?"

"That's true, but Doraemon has never actually used them. She only pulls out these guns, cannons, and missiles as a stress response when she encounters a mouse. I thought they were just for show to scare kids… Wait a minute?!" Shizuka suddenly realized something, her face turning deathly pale. "So, that [Earth-destroying bomb] is also…?!"

"Finally, a normal person here. I knew it! Even in the future, something of this size would definitely be considered a military weapon. It just abruptly appeared in the pocket of a childcare robot. It doesn't make sense at all, and yet that guy can act like nothing happened."

Recalling the last time Nobita pulled out the [heat gun] and acted so matter-of-factly, Asur couldn't help but sigh, "He's not usually like that... Is it that he can't think of it, or that he doesn't want to think about it?"

"which aspect?"

"Actually, Shizuka, you've noticed it to some extent, haven't you?" The girl counted on her fingers, meticulously listing each item one by one. From her petite mouth came words that sent chills down one's spine, "Memory modification, mind control, currency manipulation, time travel... and these weapons hidden deep in their pockets, never used in front of you. Is it really reasonable to give a childcare robot these tools?"

"Many of the gadgets that Nobita has are things I've only ever heard of in a place called the 'Gadget Black Market,' and some of them are no longer in circulation. Things that you can't find anywhere in the world are just out of your friend's pocket, and after he left, that pocket just happened to remain. If you think about it carefully, doesn't it seem too much of a coincidence?"

……

"it's over……"

Looking at the remaining half of the body before him, Nobita couldn't help but sigh. He picked up his heat gun, and just as he was about to aim, he noticed something slowly wriggling within the flesh that made up the body. Despite wearing glasses, Nobita's static vision was still very high, only slightly lower than his dynamic vision; he was a natural-born sharpshooter.

At first, he thought it was just tentacles wriggling in the flesh, but a quick glance revealed something was wrong—it was clearly a person! Like a drowning man in a swamp, he struggled desperately, trying to grab something from the pile of flesh. Then, as if realizing something, the person laboriously tilted its head back and looked in a certain direction in the air.

Through the scope of the hot air gun, the blood-covered face was grotesquely contorted, with a horrifying gash across its jawline. The face was soaked in blood, and only its outline could be vaguely discerned.

but……

In the instant their eyes met, Nobita recognized him.

"...Amao?"

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He had only called out the name so softly, and Nobita hadn't even used telepathy; the words were instantly shattered by the hot wind high in the sky. However, the boy trapped inside the giant suddenly looked up, as if he had responded to the name. He raised his head, his eyes still numb, as if the one bound there wasn't a person, but already a corpse.

Two days.

Nobita couldn't understand how things could have come to this after only two days apart. How many heavy emotions had to be traversed from admiration to hatred?

It's obvious that Nostradamus was behind this, but is it all his fault?

Thinking about it more deeply, it seems that's not necessarily the case. What truly took everything from him was something much larger and heavier that had always weighed on this land, and it was also the object of his desire for revenge.

……

Hesitating for only a moment, countless tentacles sprouted from the flesh, enveloping the figure in a cocoon. Centered on this, countless more pieces of flesh grew back, displaying astonishing regenerative abilities, filling the gaps in flesh in a mere instant.

The giant rose again, flowers formed from his tentacles blooming on his face. Looking through the tentacles now, his features did indeed bear a striking resemblance to Huang Amao in their memories. Having regained his strength, the flowers on his face opened all at once, letting out a sharp screech at the crowd in mid-air!

Chapter 232: Shandong Cross, standing tall on the earth!

"boom----!!"

The next moment, the giant's body spontaneously combusted like a candle, and the muscles beneath his skin visibly changed color. Then, large amounts of steam erupted from him in all directions, pulsating and undulating like a heartbeat.

Rings of white steam rapidly spread, engulfing everything on the ground, its spread far exceeding the speed at which people could escape. This seemingly harmless substance, like white gauze or smoke, was enough to boil a person alive once it got close. The steam would penetrate the body through every orifice, scalding the internal organs.

Is it more painful to be crushed to death by a hard foot or to be scalded to death by boiling steam?

Since a person cannot die twice in a row, I'm afraid no one will ever answer this question.

……

Nobita, caught in mid-air, instantly realized his opponent had changed tactics, intending to kill him with a wide-range steam attack. Faced with this emergency, he didn't bother calling out the item's name; he simply pulled out the [Adaptation Lamp] from his pocket. The light flashed past Shizuka and Asur before illuminating himself. Thankfully, his draw was fast enough to protect everyone before the steam touched their skin; even so, there was still a thrilling sense of imminent danger.

"What were you doing?!" Asur could hardly believe his eyes, shouting at the top of his lungs, "You had a chance to kill him, why didn't you shoot? Did you think this thing was harmless? If you had been any slower, you would all have been burned alive!"

“Huang Amao, it’s him!” Da Xiong didn’t beat around the bush and quickly told what he had just seen. “He’s trapped in this body. He should still be breathing. If I can peel off this shell, there’ll be a chance to save him.”

"Varied……"

This sentence was so revealing that both girls paused, unable to comprehend how their companion, whom they had only parted ways with a few days ago, had inexplicably ended up trapped there. However, their focus differed: Asur was surprised that Nobita still intended to rescue him, while Shizuka was astonished by the capriciousness of fate.

From a human to a demon, perhaps all it takes is one bad day to fall into hell?

"Like Tree Boy? Controlled by this body, losing his freedom and only able to act as a puppet." Although she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Shizuka roughly pieced together the truth based on her past adventure experience. "What do you plan to do, like you rescued Tree Boy, by crawling into his body?"

"I haven't seen that possibility yet, but..."

……

They had adapted to the light and temperature, and for now, it only served as a smoke bomb. Their bodies were engulfed in smoke, but their brains were racing.

Since the goal is to save Huang Amao, the outcome of this battle must be subjugation, not killing. The difference in difficulty between these two scenarios is on completely different levels.

Killing the giant is simple; just incapacitate him, like he did just now, and make him try to pull Huang Amao out… but that's difficult. A weapon with such a wide area of ​​effect as a heat gun is definitely out of the question, but Doraemon's gadgets are always quite extreme—either purely battlefield weapons like the Overlord Spear or the heat gun, or non-lethal gadgets like the air cannon or the shock gun. There seems to be no middle ground.

"Boom!"

The giant stomped his feet on the ground and let out a high-pitched roar, which seemed to symbolize the end of the time for reflection.

"There's no other way, this is the only option..." Nobita took a deep breath, once again demonstrating his powerful ability to control the situation. In just a few seconds, he came up with a plan to counter the enemy, "Shizuka, [Enlarge the Light]!!"

The unspoken understanding between the two was unspoken. Before he finished speaking and tossed something out of his pocket, a light was already shining from the other side. Under the magnifying beam, the humanoid figure grew larger and larger... like a waterlogged sponge, before landing steadily on the ground with a "boom," its height enough to rival its opponent.

Red, blue, and white—these three colors form the dominant color scheme of this steel giant, which stands silently here.

The machine's design is elegant and imposing; despite its human-like structure, it exudes a unique sense of mechanical power. The four thrusters on its back further emphasize its mobility in combat.

The Gundam stands tall on the earth, and the sense of security brought by this huge mechanical body is unmatched by any other prop.

"How is this possible?" Asur instantly saw through the deception, revealing an expression of astonishment for the first time. "This isn't a metal from Earth at all, is it?!"

“Shanda Cross…” Shizuka pronounced the robot’s name more accurately, as memories flooded back, reminding her of a memorable adventure from many years ago. Even from today’s perspective, it was fraught with danger.

Why did this Alexander Cross, which should have been destroyed in the original timeline, end up in Nobita's hands again?

She wasn't too surprised, because there were simply too many ways. With Doraemon's gadgets, replicating a machine without its own will wouldn't be difficult. It was easy to imagine that Nobita had specially prepared such a meaningful souvenir to firmly remember this epic adventure.

No one would have thought that, after so many years, this old friend that had been sleeping in my pocket would come in handy in this way.

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With a graceful turnaround, even after years of not having stepped into this mecha, Nobita quickly located the cockpit. The previously closed cabin detected the pilot's arrival and, like an engraved circuit board, rapidly lit up with straight, curved light paths. In no time, the entire inner wall of the cockpit became one-way transparent, as if connected by light sensors. Nobita felt as if he were eighty meters in the air, with a wide and unobstructed view.

The machine's built-in virtual interface popped up one by one, clearly marking the location, number, and weaknesses of the hostile creatures for Nobita. Although it used Meccan script, because Nobita had eaten the "Translation Konjac Chips," it looked like Japanese. For some reason, the effect was that of striking red text projected directly onto the large screen, creating a very oppressive atmosphere.

Piloting a large robot is a fantasy that almost every boy has at least once in his childhood. However, for Nobita, the line between fantasy and reality isn't so clear. Piloting a cool Gundam to save the world is a daily experience he had already had since fourth grade.

"No matter how many times I come here, it's still so awe-inspiring..." Nobita exclaimed sincerely, rummaging around for a moment before pulling out a palm-sized, sophisticated device from his pocket. It looked like a miniature version of a pipe wrench. "【Brainwave Manipulation Device】—!!"

(Brainwave Manipulation Device: From the movie "Nobita's New Tetsujin Corps," it actually appears in both the old and new Tetsujin Corps films. After assembling the Yamamoto Daicross, it couldn't start because it lacked the brain component, so Doraemon had to go to the future and buy this gadget at a high price. It can recognize the precise brainwaves of the human body, thereby driving large robots to perform movements as flexible as humans, and can even make Gundam dance ballet. However, when the robot is damaged, the pain is not transmitted to the human; it is an enhanced version of the mental framework.)

Clench your fists.

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A sharp flute note rang out.

The long-dormant steel giant awakens from its slumber, its eyes gleaming.

Chapter 233: Don't be afraid, I'm a civil engineering robot