Doraemon for an imperfect world

A five-year-old girl was being meticulously locked up in the basement. Countless deformed insects, too ugly to be suitable for children, crawled out from under the floor and rushed towards the girl.

"what!"

The young girl looked at the insects in horror. Before she knew what to do, a bug pounced on her and bit her arm. The severe pain made the girl scream. She stepped back quickly, but more bugs rushed up and pierced their sharp mouthparts into her skin.

"If you want to become an heir of the Matou family, this is a necessary experience."

Matou Zouken stood on a high place, watching the scene below with a bit of evil amusement, while silently calculating in his heart how long this child could continue to be so lively and energetic.

But at this moment, a blue metal object suddenly appeared in the air, and then slammed heavily in front of the girl in free fall. The frightened insects immediately scattered.

"Hmm?" Matou Zouken looked at the obviously still alive metal object below with some surprise. "Is this a backup plan left by Tokiomi?"

But he had clearly checked and there was nothing on the child, so where did this metal familiar in front of him come from?

No, no magical reaction?

What the hell is this?

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts." Doraemon used his hands to support the floor and pulled out his embedded head. Then he saw a little girl with black hair and black eyes sitting on the ground, covering her naked body with her hands, looking at him in shock. He quickly turned around and frantically explained, "Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to peek!"

Doraemon has actually experienced similar things before. In the past, when Nobita had the idea of ​​looking for Shizuka, most of the time she was taking a bath or was about to take a bath naked. At first, Shizuka would angrily throw out the bathtub and other items, but later, maybe because she got used to being seen too many times, her reactions became calmer and she would just shrink under the water and let Nobita go out.

But Doraemon is quite resistant to the act of peeping itself!

But what exactly is this place?

Doraemon then realized that this was not a bathroom, but more like a facility like a prison cell. Looking back, some insects were still crawling on the girl, and some even stretched out their huge tail needles to pierce the girl's body. Frightened, it rushed forward and suppressed its nausea, not bothering to get any props. It hurriedly gritted its teeth, grabbed a bug and threw it aside.

"What the hell is this!"

Just when Doraemon was in a panic, the bugs suddenly twitched and fell to the ground one by one.

What is going on...wait!

Doraemon lowered his head and looked to the side. He was worried about the child's lucky playing cards, so he threw them on the ground temporarily. However, this deck of cards would not be lost unless it was given to someone else, so he was not worried. But at this time, the top card had changed from the five of spades to the six of spades. It was obvious that one of the cards was activated because he wanted to get the bugs out of the girl's body.

That's right, this deck of cards will consume itself - although this time it happened to be used for something important.

But if the first fifty-one wishes are all used up, the final misfortune will be extremely terrible.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I will protect you." Doraemon frantically took out a blanket from his pocket and covered the girl with it. Then he raised his head and questioned Zouken Matou above him, "What kind of place is this? Why would you do this to a child?"

"I'm this child's grandfather," Matou Zouken said grimly. "It's normal for me to provide my granddaughter with some necessary education, right?"

"What kind of education is this?" Doraemon couldn't help but stamp his feet in anger.

It has now realized that this world is also abnormal, just like the previous two worlds it has experienced before, very abnormal!

So why do I always encounter this kind of thing?

While Doraemon was going crazy, Zouken Matou also made his own decision.

Although he had no idea what the thing in front of him was, and how the engraved insect he had just engraved died, as a magician, no matter how corrupt and degenerate he was, he would not fear any enemy in his magic workshop.

And judging from the other party's reaction, it seems to be very afraid of these engraved insects.

So, catch it and study it?

Zouken Matou gently stroked his crutch. Sakura was an excellent material and he would never let that child leave no matter what. So if anyone wanted to be a hero, they would be his enemy.

Volume 3 Type-Moon: Chapter 135 Secret Base

As Zouken Matou tapped the ground lightly with the crutch in his hand, a large number of densely packed insects emerged from behind him.

Oh no, that’s bad.

Doraemon subconsciously stood in front of the child. This action seemed to surprise the girl. Sakura looked up and saw Doraemon turned around and hugged her:

"Let's get to a safe place!"

The pitch-black swarm of insects filled the entire basement, sweeping in like a tide with Zouken Matou's inhumane malice. As a five-year-old child, all she could do was hug the unknown blue creature in front of her that seemed to have a metallic luster but was actually very soft, closed her eyes and buried her head in the other's arms.

Although she had no idea what this blue round creature was, that was all she could do now.

After all, the other party wants to protect himself, after all, the other party is the only one he can rely on.

And just as she was shivering, a chubby little hand gently patted her shoulder.

"Okay, okay, it's okay now." Doraemon said as gently as possible.

When the child's shoulder was touched, he trembled violently like a kitten, and then slowly opened his eyes. The first thing that caught his eye was a round, very cute head that made him feel extremely reassured, followed by the night sky full of stars, the surrounding trees, and the chirping of cicadas.

Is this, outside?

Are you safe?

"Thank you, thank you." Her hands were still nervously clutching the blanket Doraemon had handed her earlier, her heart beating violently in the fear of surviving a disaster. "My name is Tohsaka... No... Matou... Um..."

"You're welcome. This is what I should do." Doraemon rubbed the other's head first, then took out the doctor's suitcase from his pocket. "What's going on? Is that man really your grandfather?"

"Yeah." The girl nodded gently, then lowered her head, not daring to look at Doraemon anymore. She just whispered, "Dad gave me to the Matou family this morning, so I am now a member of the Matou family."

"To actually give your child to someone like that is incredibly irresponsible as a parent, isn't it?" Doraemon complained as he examined the child's body with his doctor's suitcase. "My name is Doraemon, and I'm a childcare robot from the future..."

As he spoke, the smile on Doraemon's face suddenly froze.

"What's wrong?" Sakura asked in confusion.

"No, no, no, it's nothing." Doraemon shook his head nonchalantly, then continued to smile and patted his chest. "Anyway, don't worry. As a childcare robot, I will definitely not let you fall into the hands of that kind of person."

Then it continued to look at the symptoms displayed on the doctor's suitcase:

[Unknown parasitic eggs will cause mechanical damage to the nervous system]

[Specific case: ...]

This level of change is almost irreversible for a child's body, especially the replacement of the nervous system. Rather than being a form of "education", it is more like using humans as a "tool".

What on earth has this child been through?

We still have to find a way to investigate the other party's purpose. If this kind of thing is very common, we must find a way to intervene.

"Anyway, drink this first." Doraemon handed the potion to the other party. "Those insects laid eggs in your body. This is medicine to repel insects."

Sakura nodded, quickly took the potion from Doraemon, and drank it with an obedient look on her face.

After drinking it, she looked at Doraemon uneasily, like a stray cat longing to be taken in. After all, the Tohsaka family no longer wanted her, and she didn't dare go back to the Matou family. Now the only one she could rely on was Doraemon.

"I told you not to worry." Doraemon rubbed Sakura's head and said, "But first we still need a place to live. In that case... the designer and the blueprints!"

Under Sakura's puzzled gaze, Doraemon took out a cylinder with a stand and a design drawing.

This cylinder is a designer, which can optimize the design on the blueprint by itself. When Nobita wanted to use a mechanical manufacturing machine to create a battleship, he used this optimized blueprint. However, later on, the battleship that could fly and had its own weapons was made of someone else's car as raw materials, so it was given to the other party as compensation.

I don’t know if the other party is used to driving a spaceship instead of a car.

Doraemon first drew a few rooms on the blueprint, then looked up at Sakura beside him and asked, "If I want a house, what kind of rooms do you think would be best?"

Sakura was a little confused. "Well, it should be the toilet."

"Here, here's the pen." Doraemon said, "Just draw whatever room you want on it, and for the rest, just use Nobita's previous design."

Sakura took the paintbrush timidly, and then added a small toilet on Doraemon's blueprint somewhat at a loss. Then she secretly glanced at Doraemon, and seeing that he had no intention of stopping, she added a larger bathtub.

What is this for?

Are they going to build a house on site?

Sakura thought in confusion that even her father might not be able to create a house out of thin air - in her worldview, her father was the most powerful person in the world.

"Well, the toilet and bathroom? I really accidentally overlooked these two important places." After Doraemon went through the blueprint in the designer, he took out the underground construction machine and cement pipes specially used for construction.

Because building a house on the ground is likely to cause trouble to others, it is better to place the construction site underground.

Nobita had used this to build a secret base before, but it was accidentally discovered by his mother, who snatched it away and used it to monitor him while he was doing his homework.

"Just put the blueprint in like this, put the cement pipe in, and then thirty minutes later..." Doraemon looked at the girl who was curled up in a blanket without any clothes on, and then took out two belts from his pocket. "To prevent catching a cold, let's go directly to the time thirty minutes later."

As it spoke, it first put on the belt itself, then wrapped another belt around Sakura's quilt. As the props were activated, the two of them suddenly arrived in the future thirty minutes later.

"Okay, let's go." Doraemon put the props back into his pocket, and then jumped into the entrance of the secret base with Sakura.

——Dividing——Line——

PS: To be honest, when I was a kid, what I wanted most was Nobita’s secret base, even more than the Genesis props like the telephone booth, because secret bases are so cool, they satisfy all my fantasies.

Volume 3 Type-Moon: Chapter 136: Doraemon Peeping from the Dark

Sakura wrapped herself in a blanket and gritted her teeth as she walked with Doraemon into a seemingly ordinary pit. As the elevator automatically descended and the automatic lighting system turned on, a huge silver-white empty room appeared before their eyes.

What a big space.

Is this underground?

"Let's live here for now." Doraemon said, pulling Sakura into the bedroom. "It's getting late, let's go to bed first. You can always come to me if you need anything."

Because it has been optimized by the designer, this bedroom has been transformed from the room where Nobita originally took a nap into a bedroom more suitable for girls. Pink wallpaper is spread on the walls, there is a fluffy carpet underfoot, a gorgeous and warm fluffy bed, and a wardrobe integrated with the wall not far away.

"If you want to change clothes, you can take them from here." Doraemon opened the wardrobe, and a variety of girls' clothes were displayed inside. Since the underground engineering machine can build surveillance equipment and prank missiles, it makes perfect sense to build a wardrobe as well, right? After briefly introducing Sakura to her room, Doraemon continued to ask, "By the way, did you eat dinner?"

Sakura shook her head. She really hadn't eaten anything yet.

"In that case, why don't you change your clothes before coming out!" Doraemon stood outside the door, waiting for Sakura to change her clothes before taking her to the restaurant. He then covered the table with the food tablecloth and said, "If you want to eat something, just tell me directly. Anything is fine."

Anything goes?

Sakura looked at the empty dining table in confusion, then looked at Doraemon who looked mysterious, and whispered, "Is Taiyaki okay?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a plate of lifelike Taiyaki appeared before his eyes.

Sakura couldn't help but widen her eyes. She first looked at the plate of delicious food that still exuded fragrance, then looked at Doraemon, and then looked at Taiyaki again. After a long while, she finally couldn't help but ask:

"Is this also a kind of magic?"

"Of course not." Doraemon said as a matter of course, "This is the power of science, from the science of the 22nd century."

Sakura looked at the Taiyaki in front of her thoughtfully.

The aroma lingered around her nose, and Sakura was sure her father would never be able to do such a thing.

The power of science seems to be even more powerful than magic.

"Take your time to eat. I still have some things to take care of." Doraemon said with a smile, "Although this tablecloth can make anything you want come true, but remember not to waste food."

"Yeah, I understand." Sakura nodded quickly, afraid that she would be disliked for answering slowly.

This child is quite insecure.

Doraemon rubbed Sakura's head again before walking out of the restaurant. After closing the door, the smile on his face faded.

Damn it, what’s wrong with those parents?

No, it must be investigated thoroughly just in case. After all, it is very easy to make misjudgments when you make comments based on part of what you have seen without understanding something. Just in case, you have to understand the whole picture first.

Although the possibility is very small, what if there is another hidden story behind this matter, and I have wronged others because of my preconceived notions?

Doraemon came to the high-tech command room, sat in front of the chair and gently pressed a green button on the console. An eyeball the size of a ping-pong ball suddenly floated out from the console, then rose straight up through the ceiling and the ground and rose into the night sky.

Through this, all the information you see can be transmitted to the big screen in front of you.

Doraemon controlled the camera with a remote control and wandered around the city. Judging from the night view, it should still be around the 1990s. Lowering the camera, he could see several salesmen on the street, soliciting passers-by with their promotional messages:

"Don't worry, our insurance will settle your claim immediately, freeing you from all worries. Look at this, we've just included damage caused by a natural gas pipeline leak in our claims. Currently, we're the only insurance company in Fuyuki City that offers this program."

"Indeed, I don't know why, but those older insurance companies are so timid when it comes to claims."

"That is to say, those companies that have been around for sixty or seventy years have long since failed to adapt to the times and have ignored such obvious business opportunities. So, it is better to choose an emerging company like us to better protect the safety of your property."

"That's right."

As he was talking, the salesman was already diligently pulling the passerby forward to sign the contract, and was praising his product all the while.

"Because I discovered this loophole, I mortgaged all my property to take out a loan to establish this company."

"Then you are truly remarkable."

"Haha, thank you so much! At this rate, I should be able to pay off my loan next year." The salesman said with a sunny face, "Then I'll take my wife and Shirou on a trip to Europe."

It's really full of vitality.

Doraemon glanced at the energetic young man. It was rare to find such a capable person in this era of continued economic downturn.

Doraemon dreamed as he continued to move forward with the camera and began to observe the city carefully.