Doraemon for an imperfect world

"Are you... a Tau?"

Volume 1: Chapter 3: Aliens and Heretics

The woman's name was Yisriel. Unlike the millions of other standard-issue cattle and horses in the hive, her mother was the concubine of a top-hive noble, and she was naturally the illegitimate daughter of the noble lord.

Although she didn't know who her biological father was, the noble blood flowing in her body meant that she didn't have to work hard every day like other citizens of the empire, and therefore had more time to think and observe.

It was then that she heard people talk about the terrifying aliens hidden among the stars, and the blue aliens that were said to be the most dangerous: the Tau.

She once curiously asked the old storytellers why the Tau were the most dangerous aliens, but the old men gave irrelevant answers and told her all kinds of stories about those abominable aliens, including the aliens' belief in equality for all, their friendly attitude towards prisoners, etc. All of this information was something she had never heard of before. Perhaps it was because she was just a child at that time that the old men dared to say these heretical remarks that glorified aliens.

Then, Israel asked, "It doesn't sound dangerous."

"Yes." The old man gritted his teeth and said, "This is where they are most dangerous."

The old man had never seen the so-called Titanium people in person, and his description of them was only that they had a blue appearance and habits that were different from other aliens.

Israel gripped the collar of his shirt tightly and looked at the blue inhuman creature with some caution.

"Titanium...alien?" Doraemon waved his chubby little hands in confusion. "No, I'm...anyway, I just want to help you."

Considering other people's reactions when he claimed to be a robot last time, Doraemon finally did not dare to reveal his true identity.

Well, seeing how people in this world rejected machines, it could probably guess something. After all, even its original world had been invaded by the Iron Legion. In the end, it was thanks to Lilulu that she went back in time and modified the program of the robot ancestor that the future of human enslavement was rewritten.

"Help?" Yisrael asked cautiously. "For the Greater Good?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Doraemon shook his head, then took out a medicine from the doctor's suitcase and shook it slightly. "Anyway, I hope you can help me distribute these medicines to those in need, because if I go alone, I might scare everyone."

"Okay." Israel nodded. Now the passage back to the middle nest has been blocked. If she can get enough medicine from the blue alien in front of her, it will be a way for her to survive.

"Thank you so much." Doraemon breathed a sigh of relief. He took out another replica mirror from his pocket, placed the customized medicine in the doctor's suitcase in front of the replica mirror, and then took out the objects in the mirror. 1 became 2, 2 became 4, 4 became 8... Soon the ground was full of medicine.

"I don't know if this is enough. If it's not, come back to me for more. Anyway, I'm counting on you."

Doraemon said gratefully.

After all, no matter what, it is impossible for it to turn a blind eye to the suffering of others.

Israel swallowed and suddenly felt that the blue alien in front of him was somewhat unreasonable.

It is helping humans it doesn't know or may even be hostile to it for free, and even says thank you to itself?

It was you who just saved me, okay?

"No, you're welcome." Israel agreed dryly.

Because of helping those in need, Doraemon's mood for coming to an unknown world for no apparent reason was much better. He took out a wallpaper room from his pocket - wallpaper with a room pattern painted on it - and pasted it on the wall. Then he opened the door on the image and walked in. Then he took out the home satellite combination again to observe what happened to the man before.

"Let me see...Wow! What is this?"

——Dividing——Line——

Roy walked in his community, smiling as he passed among the playing children. He then stood on tiptoe and picked up a child with purple skin and severe forehead wrinkles who had climbed too high to get down. He gently patted the child's head, warned him to be careful, and continued walking forward.

As the lower level of the hive city, all the light sources here come from lights, but the lights here are constantly flickering as if they have been in disrepair for a long time.

Roy didn't say much about this. He just walked calmly in the passage where light and shadow intertwined.

With every flash, other people would appear around him. They walked side by side, in an orderly, silent but tacit understanding, heading in the same direction.

At first, there were only some figures that looked not much different from ordinary people, but as they continued to move forward, some figures that were very different from ordinary people and had received more blessings from the great God-Emperor began to appear among them, moving forward silently and piously like a hundred ghosts parading at night.

Finally, at the end of this road, they were able to meet the purpose of their journey - their patriarch, their angel.

It was a huge figure over five meters tall, covered in thick shells. Its four powerful arms stretched out in all directions, exuding a breathtaking and strange beauty.

But the noble angel of His Holy Majesty did not speak in person. The bishop standing on His right, holding the scepter, conveyed His will as His agent:

"The hive city is filled with the stench of plague," the bishop said, his voice cold and indifferent, as if he was ready to cut his enemies into pieces. "This is not an accident, it is betrayal! It is a conspiracy! Someone is secretly poisoning the land blessed by the God-Emperor. Once they taint the land with filth, the army of His Holy Majesty will never lead a general to this planet again!"

Upon hearing this, everyone present, including Roy, fell into uncontrollable anger.

"Damn heresy!"

"War! We need war to defend the glory of the Emperor!"

"For the God Emperor!"

Seeing that his own people had fallen into a frenzy, the bishop nodded slightly and looked at the other person beside the patriarch, that is, the war commander and chief adjutant, who was currently leaning on a sharp blade with both hands and holding a pistol tightly with the extra limbs on his shoulders.

"After careful investigation, we discovered that all the patients initially infected with the plague had purchased a cheap starch stick. There's no doubt that this was the method used by those damned heretics to spread the plague."

The commander drew his sword and raised it high:

"Before the armies of the God-Emperor descend, we will defend His glory to the death."

Volume 1: Chapter 4: The Four-Armed Divine Emperor

The crowd filed out, and Roy was assigned his own weapon and position. Although he felt a little regretful that he had not had time to report the matter about the Iron Man to the patriarch, he still firmly obeyed the commander's arrangement and led a team of people who wrapped themselves in thick clothes and hid their weapons under their clothes to one of the clinics.

There was only one middle-aged man in the clinic at the moment. He seemed to have noticed someone coming. He raised his head slightly to take a look, then continued to ask with a smile, "How can I help you?"

"I heard that you sell some cheap food here?" Roy walked up and asked expressionlessly.

"Of course." The other party nodded with narrowed eyes. "The price and everything else are negotiable. Barter or credit is fine. Would you like some?"

Roy did not answer. In his eyes, the other party was already a dead man, but even so, he continued to ask:

"I heard that you are still buying dead bodies?"

"Well, is there a problem?" the other party asked as a matter of course. "Do you think there's something wrong with the source of my food? But you have to know that desperation and the desire to survive are the greatest power. To survive, hungry people can eat anything, whether it's their own kind or their bottom line, right?"

This is the lower nest of the hive city, a place of bitter cold. How many people are struggling on the brink of death, enduring endless fatigue and suffering for the most basic food and clothing. In comparison, what is eating the corpses of their own kind?

The state religion might consider it a taboo, but which state religion priest would be willing to visit such a place and let the mud of the nest stain their noble feet?

Those followers of the corpse will never understand what kind of power these lower-class people who will do anything to survive possess.

"Just think about it. When a fruit forms on a branch, it's destined to fall to the ground, rot, and then become part of the earth's nutrients." He explained leisurely, trying to convince these customers of the seemingly insignificant bottom line. "Birth, death, decay, and then rebirth in another form. Everything is bound to this great cycle of three. For the same price, you can buy three times as much food from me. Isn't that enough?"

"Shut up."

Roy spoke indifferently. He finally couldn't stand the other party's extremely blasphemous and heretical remarks anymore. He raised the dagger hidden under his clothes high, and then roared with anger, "Die! You heretic!"

But at this moment, the middle-aged man suddenly reacted with incredible speed. The dagger grazed his head but only pierced his shoulder. A look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he grabbed Roy's arm and suddenly threw him over his shoulder, then ran into the clinic with the dagger still hanging on his shoulder.

This action seemed to be some kind of signal, and suddenly a large number of people in ragged clothes and with swollen and pus-filled bodies rushed out from the clinic.

"For the Four-Armed Emperor!" Roy shouted, and with fanatical faith, he took out the laser pistol that his tribe had stolen from the Upper Nest Planet Defense Force. With the scorching flash and unique crackling sound produced when the air was ionized, death began to be summoned to this land by his piety.

The same thing is happening in many different areas. Their patriarchs have long analyzed the purpose of these abominable heretics - rebellion.

The insects in the top nest blocked the passage from the lower nest to the middle nest, allowing the people here to suffer from illness. Therefore, if the situation continues to deteriorate, then what will greet this world will undoubtedly be an unprecedented rebellion. Their angels have already anticipated what will happen next month, which is the seventh month of the plague outbreak.

Although they disdain those good-for-nothing nobles and heretics of the state religion in the Top Nest, the Emperor's majesty cannot be compromised. They will expel these disgusting and stinking heretics no matter what and welcome His Majesty's army with a clean environment!

Roy rushed forward first, fighting fearlessly. However, just as he personally executed seven enemies of the Emperor and was about to harvest the eighth head, a bolt of lightning appeared on the battlefield and swept through the dozen or so brothers around him with violent momentum.

"wizard……"

Roy's eyes widened as he fell to the ground powerlessly, his gaze fixed on a psychic wizard in a moldy robe not far away, his eyes filled with anger and regret.

Those psychic wizards were also evil creatures who should be burned at the stake, but at this moment he had lost the ability to punish them. His life was slipping away from the wounds burned by lightning, but it didn't matter. More devout people were rushing towards the wizard, and he trusted his companions.

But just before he fell into coma, he vaguely saw a black crack appear out of thin air in front of him, and a round little white hand stretched out.

——Dividing——Line——

"Oh, really, what happened?"

Doraemon covered his head in distress. As a robot that could say with a smile that his country had been defeated, he hated all forms of war and could not understand why these people suddenly started fighting each other while shouting about heresy and false emperor.

In short, we have to find a way to save people.

Even though these people had beaten him before, Doraemon couldn't just sit there and watch people die without doing anything.

However, Doraemon discovered that those infected with the disease had extremely strong vitality. They could often remain vigorous even when seriously injured, but once they fell down, they would really die. On the contrary, most of the humanoid creatures with bald heads and severe forehead wrinkles were still alive when they just fell down.

and so……

"Get the bag—"

Doraemon took out a seemingly ordinary bag from his pocket, then stretched out his small round hand to fumble in it, and when he took it out, he pulled out a half-dead seriously injured patient.

With this prop, you can reach in and get what you want from anywhere.

After rescuing these seriously injured patients from the battlefield, Doraemon couldn't wait to take out the doctor's suitcase for inspection.

For some reason, in addition to normal wounds, these people all have a special disease:

Ethnic will

"I'm not sure what that means, but since it's been diagnosed as a disease, it should just be cured, right?"

Doraemon took the medicine and gently pried open the patients' mouths to pour the medicine into them.

Volume 1: Chapter 5 Genestealers: Loyalty

Dark, weak...

His consciousness seemed to fall into an endless abyss. At that moment, there seemed to be some dark and indescribable thing casting a glance at him. Amidst the trembling that seeped into his soul, Roy subconsciously began to pray.

"Emperor, Four-Armed God, Lord of Hosts, Lord of Mankind, please protect the people of this world..."

He did not pray for himself. As a believer, what he wanted was dedication, to dedicate everything he had and everything he could to the Emperor of God, rather than asking the Emperor of God for things that he should not have.

Faintly, it seemed as if something flowed into his mouth, and then a warm current spread throughout his body. He could feel life and strength beginning to return to his body, but at the same time he had a feeling of loss.

Then he opened his eyes.

"Ok?"

This was an unusually bright and clean place, which made him feel a little uncomfortable after getting used to the dimness and dirtiness of the lower nest. But the next moment, he widened his eyes and subconsciously tightened his weapon. What came into his sight was the blue iron man he had met before!

"You...why are you here?"

Unexpectedly, Roy could not feel any hostility towards the iron man in front of him, as if they were old friends who had not seen each other for a long time.

"Huh." Seeing that the other party had no hostility, Doraemon finally breathed a sigh of relief. He stuffed the friendship controller back into his pocket, then put his hands on his hips and explained, "Really, why do we have to fight for nothing? I saved you this time!"

"Hmph, war is the only way to purify those heretics." Roy gritted his teeth and looked away. He looked at his brothers worriedly, but the moment he turned around, an indescribable fear suddenly surged in his heart.

What on earth is that...

That purple, deformed, twisted monster with three arms, that is, that is...

"Putana?" Roy called out his church brother's name. "Why did you suddenly become like this?"

No, that's not right. An indescribable sense of disharmony suddenly washed over him. In his memory, everyone seemed to have always been like this: the acolyte who collected the clan leader's neural secretions and preserved them as holy relics, the communicator who held the initiation ceremony for the newcomers, the commander with inhuman skin...

"Iron Man! What did you do to me?"

Roy roared and looked at Doraemon, roaring uncontrollably.

"That's too much. I'm just helping you." Doraemon was a little confused by these people's attitude, but since they didn't attack him, it should mean that the friendship controller is still effective. "And my name is not Iron Man. Listen carefully, I have my own name. I am Doraemon!"

This prop can be used to control a target and make them become friends with you by sticking the corresponding sticker on a person. Even Doraemon himself was once controlled by Suneo using this prop.

"If you didn't manipulate me, why would my memory change, and why would my brothers become like this?" Roy pointed at his brothers and asked almost tremblingly.

"I told you I didn't do anything!" Doraemon was a little angry. "I just cured your illness."

At this moment, the other patients also woke up, and then without exception, they screamed in fear:

"My hands, my body, what's going on?"

"Four-Armed Emperor... Emperor? Four arms... No, why would the Emperor have four arms?"

"I, I, I, I am an alien!"

What's going on here?

Seeing the chaos that occurred after these people woke up, Doraemon was a little at a loss.

Is there something wrong with the doctor's suitcase?

If only one person is like this, it may be an accident, but if everyone is the same, then it is more likely that there is something wrong with the props.

"Quiet!" Roy suddenly yelled. He gritted his teeth and asked in a low voice, "You said you didn't do anything, you just cured us, right?"

He didn't want to doubt the iron man in front of him. The inexplicable friendship made him unwilling to doubt him. In comparison, those unknown heretics obviously had greater motives.