Doraemon for an imperfect world

At this moment, they were fighting these damn heretics in every corner of the Lower Nest in the name of the God-Emperor, but they didn't expect that those damn guys would take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack on their patriarch!

Out of respect for his companion, he did not doubt the truthfulness of Putana's words. He just gently put him on the ground and turned to observe the situation of others.

The second person to regain consciousness was a young girl named Kiya. After she opened her eyes, covered in wounds, her first words were curses filled with murderous intent: "Those damn heretics, kill them all, they must be completely killed!"

"What methods did those heretics use?" the acolyte asked. "No ordinary person can harm our angels."

"The enemy's weapons are powerful, but we were able to suppress them at first, until those bastards used some completely unknown noise-making weapon." Kya shuddered with fear at this point, then gritted her teeth and said, "If we want to take revenge on those heretics, let me lead the charge! I'm going to chop off their heads myself and drain every drop of their blood as a sacrifice to the Golden Throne!"

"Before that, you need to rest." The acolyte patted her head gently, then walked to another figure who had regained consciousness. Roy was now sitting up with the help of his fellow tribesmen, holding a scepter engraved with the Four-Armed God Emperor in his hand, which should have been the symbol of the bishop.

"The heretics used some power we couldn't understand and summoned warriors who believed in their evil gods." Roy smiled bitterly. "We tried to resist, but failed. Those heretic warriors later disappeared into thin air."

"It's not your fault." The acolyte comforted softly. After all, even the patriarch and many angels died here. These survivors were able to survive because of the blessing of the God-Emperor. What else could they ask for?

"Before he died, the patriarch told me he had found an iron man from the Dark Age of Technology." Roy closed his eyes and spoke with a weak breath, looking almost dead. "He said the iron man had a way to cure the rampant plague. As long as those people were cured, the heretics' plan would naturally collapse. That's why they launched a decapitation plan against the patriarch."

"Iron Man!" The acolyte was stunned for a moment, but soon returned to normal. Since this was the patriarch's decision, he would naturally obey.

"Where is the Iron Man?" he asked.

"It's near the passage to our lower nest. I mean the one at Isa's house." Roy asked with some concern. "But, is it okay? That's an iron man, right?"

"The will of the patriarch is the will of the Divine Emperor. We only need to obey."

Volume 1: Chapter 11 Only Blood Can Fill the Void

After getting the answer they wanted, everyone immediately went to search for the so-called iron man.

"What about the heretics?" Kiya asked unwillingly, "Shouldn't we clean up those heretics first?"

"That's not necessary," the acolyte said calmly. The flag in his hand swayed slightly, and the vial containing their patriarch's neural secretions hanging on it made a slight clash. With a series of crisp sounds, the acolyte gave the answer in a low voice, "Any disloyalty will be settled, but not today, not now."

At least now, after losing the patriarch and many angels, it is not the time to initiate a reckoning.

And there is no need at all.

The acolyte rolled his pupils slightly and paused for a moment on the scepter in Roy's hand.

He didn't ask why the scepter was in Roy's hand, but continued to ask Kiya's question, "What do you think, Roy?"

"There's really no need to clean them up for now," Roy replied calmly. "Those heretics may seem numerous, but in reality, most of them are just desperate civilians. They might not even know what they're following. They're gathering under the same banner simply to open a passage to the Middle Nest so they can plunder more medicine and food."

"Indeed, they are just a mob." The acolyte nodded in satisfaction, then glanced at Kiya. "There's no need to bother with them. Victory will ultimately return to the glory of the Divine Emperor. It's only a matter of time."

"But..." Kiya gritted her teeth unwillingly, "Okay, I will obey."

The acolyte nodded in satisfaction, then whispered to Roy, "Listen, son. You were once the most devout among your peers. The bishop once said that you would one day inherit his career."

"I'm still the most devout one," Roy said, suddenly feeling a sense of irony. "Just like always."

The acolyte was not surprised by this. As a fourth-generation heir with almost no mutations, Roy was almost no different from an ordinary person except for having no hair. This was a prerequisite for being a bishop, and his own abilities were indeed outstanding enough.

"Anyway, let's first go find the iron man that the patriarch once mentioned." said the acolyte.

On the way, Kiya came up to Roy and asked in a low voice with some dissatisfaction, "Why do you want to keep those heretics who betrayed the God-Emperor?"

"They just want to survive," Roy explained in a low voice.

"No reason is an excuse for betrayal!"

"What about you, Kiya?" Roy asked helplessly, "Why do you insist on killing them?"

"Two reasons." Kiya glanced coldly at her compatriots. "The first is for consumption. It doesn't matter whose blood is shed or whose head is lost. You know what I mean, right?"

What else could it mean? It's nothing more than excluding dissidents and better controlling the entire ethnic group.

There might even be an instinctive hatred for certain heretics, whether they are enemies who spread the plague or fellow believers in the Four-Armed Emperor.

"What else?" Roy asked helplessly.

"Because of fear." Unexpectedly, Kiya gave an answer Roy hadn't expected. "For us, the scumbags of the Lower Nest, mutants who constantly have to evade the pursuit of the Ministry of Justice, faith was once the only thing that could keep me alive. It told me that my current suffering was only temporary, and that I would one day return to His Majesty's Golden Throne. That ethereal faith gave me hope to live."

Kiya sighed softly and stretched out her arm, which was slightly purple. As the third generation of the tribe, her mutations were relatively few, and her appearance could even be called beautiful. However, the vicious blood from the stars still gave her pale purple skin, and the obvious bone plate on her forehead further revealed her inhuman identity.

"But it doesn't exist now," Kiya said, pointing to her towering chest. "Can you understand? That feeling of emptiness inside, as if you've lost the meaning of living in an instant, and the rest of your life is filled with nothingness and fear."

Will the glory of the Golden Throne really shine upon her?

Kiya didn't know, and she didn't even dare to think about this problem too much. Killing was something that was enough to distract her attention, and it could even be said to be a kind of relaxation. After all, when killing, she didn't have to think about anything, she just needed to concentrate on killing.

Kill all those who stand in front of you, charge with swords in hand, and roar and scream. Perhaps just sacrificing enough blood and heads will please the true God-Emperor?

After all, this is the only thing she can do, the only thing she knows how to do, and the only thing she is good at.

"Kiya is right." Putana echoed.

Roy was speechless.

Forget it, if you like to kill heretics, go ahead and kill them, it’s not a big deal anyway.

"Don't say that in front of Doraemon," Roy warned. "Our friend is a bit... naive?"

At least in Roy's opinion, Doraemon's mentality seems to be out of tune with most people in this world.

When they arrived at the alley, the other Genestealers had already gathered in front of a small mural.

At this time, the door on the mural was open, revealing a wide space behind it. This strange sense of dislocation made everyone feel a little uneasy, until Roy came over with the scepter and heard the sound of the scepter hitting the ground, the others hurriedly spread out to make way for it.

"Don't go in yet, I'll go check out the situation."

Roy said this and stepped into the wallpaper room.

Compared to the last time he entered, there was another door in this space. Roy didn't hesitate and turned the handle to open it. Then a huge locust pounced on his face.

"Paji——"

What the hell is this?

Confused, Roy grabbed the bug he had never seen before from his face.

"Ah, please help us deal with it quickly. There are too many locusts to catch them all."

He looked up and saw the blue Doraemon holding a bug net in a very funny way, catching locusts in a small rice field.

"What's going on?" Roy crushed the insect to death and joined the insect catching work without hesitation.

"Well, I noticed a lot of people here don't have enough to eat, so I wanted to try growing enough food." Doraemon explained as he frantically caught locusts. "In this carpet of rice paddies, it only takes a few hours to harvest mature rice."

Volume 1: Asking for Leave

I went to work in another place today. I was originally looking at a house on 58.com. When I arrived, the agent told me that the price was not real but was deliberately lowered to attract customers. After working hard for an entire afternoon, I finally found a cheap house.

I've been busy all day and feel a little too tired. I have to get up early tomorrow, so I'll rest first. Good night everyone.

Volume 1: Chapter 12: Child-rearing Robots

It was hard to describe the awkwardness Roy was feeling. Just a few hundred meters away, across several streets, the heretic and his people were trying to rip each other's skulls open. People were dying every moment, and hunger forced them to gnaw on each other's corpses. Life was as worthless and dignified as garbage.

And right here, a fist-sized mini sun was floating in the air, shining brightly. Roy had never seen a real sun, but the leaders of his tribe had told him stories about the nobles in the upper echelons of the hive. According to an old man in the community, the nobles drank pure water without any pollution, did not have to carefully calculate the amount of electricity they used every day and were reluctant to turn on the lights, but instead basked in the sunlight in the sky all day long. Even the wrenches they used were made of expensive refined gold. Of course, neither Roy nor the old man had ever seen how those nobles lived, but putting aside the story about working with refined gold wrenches, it seemed that the lives of the nobles were similar to the rice in front of them?

Roy secretly licked the liquid that accidentally spilled onto his lips from the miniature black cloud. This water was completely free of any chemical pollution or radiation. Perhaps because he was used to the usual smelly drinking water, this colorless and odorless liquid gave him an indescribable intoxication.

This is definitely not the recycled water that the water purification industry uses to fool ordinary people, but the high-end water that only those top-notch gentlemen can enjoy!

however……

Roy looked at the water that was pouring down from the mini dark cloud and sinking into the carpet of rice fields as if it were free, and he couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

It's as if this water is free.

No, it seems like this really doesn’t cost any money.

...the evil iron man.

Roy caught the locusts with an inexplicably bitter feeling. After the rice in the paddy field was fully ripe, he picked one up and stared at the tiny insect for a moment, then asked curiously:

"So, Doraemon, are you planning to use this as food?"

"No, how can I eat locusts?" Doraemon said speechlessly, taking out another item from his pocket. "It has to be used with this rice cake making machine, like this."

As he spoke, Doraemon stuffed a ball of harvested rice into the machine, and with a roar, several white rice cakes were spit out.

Doraemon bent down and picked up one of them, then handed it to Roy with a smile. "Here, try it. This is also the result of your labor."

The fruits of labor?

Roy was a little confused. Farming was not something that people in the Hive World were familiar with. The atmosphere and land of this planet were filled with deadly radiation and chemical toxins after tens of thousands of years of circulation, making it unsuitable for the growth of any ordinary plants - except for the greenskins, which were neither ordinary nor plants.

Although he had heard of the legendary agricultural worlds dedicated to farming in other worlds illuminated by the glory of the Emperor of God in the starry sky, to be honest, he had no idea that food could grow out of thin air in the ground.

Previously, some people Roy knew had willingly signed a contract that would make them and their descendants lifelong serfs and headed to the nearby agricultural world because of the empire's propaganda of a paradise-like world with orchards laden with fruits, fragrant flowers, and sweet, fresh air.

As for the difference between reality and the Empire's propaganda, Roy can only say that considering the nature of his own ethnic group, he feels uneasy about it.

But this thing...

Roy pinched the soft rice cake in surprise, subconsciously comparing it with his usual ration bars and nutritional paste, then gently put it into his mouth under Doraemon's encouraging gaze. A soft and sticky taste he had never experienced before immediately blossomed between his lips and teeth.

"How does it taste?" Doraemon crossed his arms over his chest. "I plan to use a magnifying lamp to enlarge this carpet, and then use the seed-making machine to create different seeds to enrich the food variety. In this way, everyone will be able to eat well in no time."

Roy didn't answer. He slowly chewed the slightly sticky rice cake, savoring the sweet taste and was reluctant to swallow it.

Is there such delicious food in the world?

He observed Doraemon's expression, seeing the genuine smile on his face because he was able to help others, and finally couldn't help but ask:

"why?"

Doraemon looked at the other person in confusion. "Why?"

"I mean." Roy savored the sweet taste that lingered in his mouth. The taste was so delicious that even his poor words couldn't describe it. He was used to eating starch sticks and other things that couldn't even be called food. He couldn't imagine that there was such food in the world, just like he couldn't understand that there was an iron man like Doraemon in the world.

"I mean, the power and magical gadgets you possess could easily destroy everything, enslave everyone, and make anyone submit to you. Why didn't you do it? You could have easily destroyed us when we first met! Why did you just run away, covering your head like a weakling? I don't understand why all this happened?"

Roy stared at Doraemon. He felt that the other party might be subject to certain restrictions. Perhaps the former Iron Man also had similar restrictions. Otherwise, why would it help humans who had nothing to do with it?

Why should it help these humans! ?

"I wouldn't do anything like that, like causing damage or something like that?" Doraemon asked curiously. "And I want to help others because I can help them. This doesn't mean anything to me."

"But wanting to destroy and conquer people shouldn't be a big deal to you!"

"I told you I wouldn't do that!" Doraemon waved his round hands in dissatisfaction. "Listen carefully, I'm a childcare robot, not some devil who wants to conquer the world!"

"Childcare?"

Roy's eyelids twitched twice, and he thought to himself, is this thing a parenting robot?

Whose childcare robot can wipe out an entire nest of gene stealers with just a little firepower?

What kind of lunatics were they in the Dark Ages of Technology who would raise their children with something like this?

However, perhaps compared to that era, humans today are really no different from babies.

"...Forget it." Roy said, "Do you need any more manpower? To be honest, I just happen to have a bunch of extra people and I don't know where to put them."

Well, a bunch of first and second generation Genestealers.

I went to the company for training today, from 9:30 in the morning to 9:00 in the evening, and tomorrow it's from noon to 10:00 in the evening. I may not pass the assessment after the training. The adult world is really not easy.

Volume 1: Another Leave

There was an assessment in the company training today, so I memorized it all morning, but when I got there in the afternoon, I was told it was an open-book exam, and there was no one to supervise it. I suddenly felt like a clown.

The training ended at 10 o'clock, and I arrived at the rental house at 10:30. I really can't finish typing today, so you don't have to wait.

good night, everyone.

Volume 1: Chapter 13 Food and Water

"Well, it would save a lot of energy if we had help."

Doraemon actually thought about leaving some robots behind, but considering the people in this world's rejection of machines, he gave up this tempting idea.

After all, it is impossible for it to stay here forever, otherwise mom and dad, Doraemon and Nobita will definitely be worried.

Especially Nobita,