Doraemon for an imperfect world

Doraemon for an Imperfect World Author: It's so hard to keep having the same name

Introduction:

Doraemon, a cat-shaped child-rearing robot from the 22nd century, inexplicably came to an unknown parallel world after falling asleep one day.

So, in order to return to his home, Doraemon began his journey and adventure.

Of course, there are still some minor problems.

For example...

"The blue god of all things? Are you talking about me?"

Volume 1: Chapter 1 The Lost Blue Man

Near the garbage dump of the bottom hive, several bald men wearing gas masks were trudging through the piles of ruins. These garbage dumps were not the waste from the upper hive city, but the collapse of the hive city itself due to the passage of time. You must know that the history of this hive city can even be traced back to before His Holy Majesty established the empire and spread His glory to millions of worlds in the starry sky. It is an ancient legacy from those dark and crazy years.

Therefore, in its ruins, there might be supreme treasures from ancient times. Although no one has actually dug out such a thing until today, the scavengers of the bottom nest still wishfully believe in the existence of the treasure and regard it as a glimmer of hope in their lives that can be seen at a glance.

But they are not, in fact they are not scavengers from the bottom nest, but they come to the bottom nest spontaneously out of their faith in the God-Emperor, clearing out those damned heretics and the imperial citizens who regularly maintain their own secret passages.

"Nothing special. The Emperor's glory still shines on this land." Someone said, "We will return after patrolling this area."

"Don't take it lightly." Roy glanced at him and reminded him with a smile, "Strive for excellence until you die."

This is the Emperor's motto in the Book of Holy Words. When this powerful sacred word was uttered, everyone present became solemn and no one felt lazy anymore.

After all, they are all the most devout subjects of the Emperor, and their faith in the Emperor far surpasses that of the insects and heretics who come to the Emperor's nest or even to the Emperor's nest.

But at this moment, a strange noise suddenly came from the area buried by the rubble.

Everyone immediately became alert. After all, the base nest could be lurking with all kinds of monsters, mutants, wizards, gangs, and...

"Alien!"

Amidst the crowd's exclamations, a hideous inhuman creature crawled out from the ruins. Its round body and head were definitely not the form that a human under the protection of the Holy Majesty should have. The blue metallic luster on its skin clearly conveyed the evil and blasphemy of that thing to everyone present.

"God Emperor." Several scavengers looked at each other and saw the same thoughts in each other's eyes.

"Cough cough cough..."

Doraemon struggled to crawl out of the garbage dump, but the strong pungent smell of the gas made him cough.

"What a pungent smell. What kind of place is this?"

Doraemon looked around in a daze. He remembered that he had fallen asleep after enjoying the delicious Dorayaki. Why did he find himself in such a place when he woke up?

Or……

He lowered his head and looked at his dimensional pocket. If it was Nobita's prank, this pocket should have been stolen, right?

"What exactly happened?"

Doraemon was thinking when he suddenly saw several people wearing gas masks and holding various stones, metal pipes and other objects, communicating about something.

It’s a language I don’t understand at all, but it doesn’t matter!

Doraemon put his hand into his dimensional pocket and fumbled for a while, and immediately found the right prop:

"Translation konjac—"

As long as you eat this, you can communicate normally in any language.

"Hello." Doraemon waved his chubby little hands and said hello. "Excuse me, can you tell me where this place is?"

"Die! Dirty alien!"

"I'm not some alien, I'm a cat from the 22nd century... Uwaaaaa!"

Before he could finish his words, several fist-sized angular stones were already whizzing towards him. Doraemon covered his head with his short hands and spread his legs to escape.

"Go to hell, you blasphemous alien!!!"

"In the name of the Divine Emperor!!!"

"Destroy the monsters in the cave!!!"

So, what exactly is this place?

Why do they attack as soon as they meet? These people are so rude!

"Stop now, this is very dangerous." Doraemon tried to dodge the sharp stones in a panic. "I already said I'm not an alien, I'm a cat-shaped robot!"

"What does it say?"

"It said it was... Iron Man?"

The scavengers exchanged glances, and just when Doraemon thought they could finally have a good conversation, they suddenly rushed over even more enthusiastically:

"Die! You blasphemous creature!"

So what is going on?

Doraemon hurriedly ran through the rubble, searching hard in his dimensional pocket with one hand. Just before he was caught up, he successfully found what he wanted:

"Stone Hat—"

If you put this on, you will be invisible like a stone on the roadside.

Doraemon put the hat on his head and then squatted aside.

"Where is the alien?" Several people passed by Doraemon but did not notice their target at all.

"What should I do? It seems to have run away."

"It can't escape. Let's go back and call the rest of the community to round up that alien together." Roy calmly said to one of the men in the team, who had large tumors on his body, probably due to the chemical pollution in the environment. "In the name of the Emperor, we must find that alien!"

Doraemon huddled on the side of the road, watching those fanatics not noticing him, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

It felt like I had come to some extraordinary place.

Anyway, let’s first figure out where it is.

Thinking of this, Doraemon fumbled around again.

"Let me look it up... The Complete Encyclopedia of the Universe!"

It is like an encyclopedia that records all the information in the world, including the answers to summer homework assignments from an obscure elementary school in Japan, in a detailed manner, just like the Akashic Records.

But when Doraemon opened the book, he was stunned.

"This is...how could this happen?"

This complete encyclopedia of the universe is actually blank.

If this happens, there is only one possibility, that is, the universe you are in now is not the original one.

Why did I come to this place?

"No! I can't be depressed like this!" Doraemon clenched his chubby little hands. "If I can't go back right away, Nobita and my parents will be worried!"

Thinking of this, Doraemon suddenly cheered up again.

In short, first figure out where you are.

But just in case, you still have to be prepared.

Doraemon thought for a moment and took out another tool:

"Spy satellite—"

Doraemon, wearing a stone hat, carefully threw a tracking satellite to the man who looked like the leader, trying to obtain information about his current environment in this way.

Volume 1: Chapter 2: Doraemon the Miraculous Doctor

"Damn it, damn Iron Man!"

After a busy day, Roy finally had to admit that he had failed to find the blasphemous creation from the legendary dark ages. At the same time, he secretly vowed to bring more people next time to find the chubby blue iron man at all costs.

They carefully walked through their own secret passages. Each of these passages that led to and from the hive city was their priceless treasure and naturally could not be discovered by outsiders.

After coming out of a house through a secret passage, Roy tidied his clothes a little to avoid being seen as having been in the nest. He then smiled and greeted the owner of the house, a young girl who had grown a small, curled, deformed arm under her ribs, perhaps due to the chemical radiation from the factory.

Apart from the extra arm, she was just an incredibly delicate and lovely nine-year-old girl, wearing a small skirt that her neighbor had cut up and rewoven from discarded clothes. Although the skirt did not look beautiful, she had washed it repeatedly countless times as one of the few clothes she had.

"You're finally back, Brother Roy!" The little girl happily rushed over and rubbed Roy's chest with a childlike tenderness. "I've been worried about you."

"Haha, sorry, sorry, something happened and took up quite a bit of time." Roy squatted down and gently rubbed the little girl's head. "Did anything happen today, Isa?"

"No." The girl named Isa shook her head slightly, then hesitantly said, "It's just that the masters in the Upper Nest have closed the passage to the Middle Nest... It seems they are worried that the plague will spread to them."

"Those damn bugs!" Roy cursed inwardly. He always hated those high-ranking nobles and the Ministry of Justice who took human life lightly. Isa's father, a diligent citizen of the Empire and a devout believer in the God-Emperor, was burned to death in the street by the Ministry of Justice just because of a minor physical deformity. The child immediately hid in the crowd and watched his father turn into charcoal in the flames.

And the reason they arbitrarily executed an innocent person was simply because of a minor, harmless deformity - for those working in this chemically polluted factory, who can guarantee that their children will be completely healthy?

They regarded the deformation as a blessing from the God-Emperor and proof of their parents' hard work, but the Ministry of Justice has always been inhumane and unreasonable!

"It doesn't matter. Faith will guide us to find a way to survive the plague." Roy sighed softly and said, "As for those insects that have taken over the nest, one day the Divine Emperor's army will descend from the sky and judge their sins one by one."

The so-called plague is an unknown disease that suddenly appeared in the Bottom Hive and the Lower Hive half a Terran year ago. The sick will not die immediately, but their bodies will grow swollen pustules one after another in pain, and there is still no cure for it.

After saying that, he patted Isa's little head again, then stood up and walked out of the room, heading in different directions from the others very naturally.

As soon as I left home, the air was filled with the pungent smell of industrial waste.

"Plague." Roy muttered the word softly, his eyes sweeping over the pus-covered figures on both sides of the road. He lowered his head helplessly. For him, seeing others die while being unable to do anything was undoubtedly a painful thing. So, he could only pray, devoutly and helplessly praying for others. This was the only thing he could do in the face of others' suffering.

"May your souls return to the throne of the God-Emperor."

——Dividing——Line——

"plague?"

Doraemon looked at the people on the screen in front of him and suddenly became nervous.

"No, the disease has reached this stage. If it is not treated immediately, the consequences will be serious."

Doraemon stood up without hesitation and fumbled in the bag of treasures in front of him. Soon, a pink door panel was taken out.

"Anywhere Door—"

Through this door, you can go to any place whose specific location is known.

Doraemon opened the Anywhere Door and came to the alley in Xiachao. After putting the Anywhere Door back into his pocket, he carefully walked to the exit of the alley and looked around. After confirming that there was no one, he immediately walked over and tried hard to pull the patients into the alley one by one. Then he took out another prop again:

"The doctor's suitcase—"

Doraemon opened the suitcase, took out a stethoscope and placed it on the patient's chest. He then looked at the words displayed on the display screen of the opened suitcase:

【? ? ? 】

This prop is actually a prop used by children in the 22nd century to play doctor games, but it can indeed analyze symptoms and synthesize targeted drugs. However, perhaps because this is an unknown disease from another universe, Doctor Suitcase does not know the name of this disease.

"I'm not sure what the illness is, but it should be alright, right?" Although a little confused, Doraemon examined the other patients one by one. After confirming they were all infected with the same disease, he pulled out a customized, targeted medication from the side of the suitcase and gave it to them. "Anyway, I hope you don't suddenly attack me after you wake up."

As he spoke, Doraemon nervously stuffed the suitcase back into his pocket, then took out the air cannon and stepped back several steps, always on guard against these people who might attack him for no reason like the ones he had met before.

Obviously, the props from the 22nd century were very effective. Not long after taking the potion, the abscesses on the surface of these people's bodies began to subside at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Um……"

One of the patients uttered an unconscious groan, then slowly opened his eyes. Then, as if suddenly realizing something, he looked at his hands. "This is it!"

She seemed startled and sat up immediately, touching her body with her hands in disbelief. The smooth touch coming from her fingertips and the long-lost feeling of health made her almost doubt that she was still dreaming.

"Is this... the Divine Emperor appearing?"

"I used the tool to heal you."

A soft voice came over, which seemed to be a little shy and cautious.

The woman turned around in confusion, and then her pupils suddenly shrank.

Hidden in the shadows was a blue alien creature with no neck and a body that seemed to be composed of two round parts.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I mean no harm." Doraemon quickly waved his hands and said, "I just want to help you."

"Help...me?" The woman hesitated for a moment, and suddenly an idea flashed through her mind.

A blue alien who is willing to help people like me.

She had heard some similar blasphemous remarks from some people before. It was said that in the deep stars, where the light of the Emperor could not reach, there existed a kind of alien life that was very friendly to humans.

She swallowed and her eyes suddenly lit up.