Doraemon for an imperfect world

...I hope he won't be bullied by Fat Tiger and the others again,

Hmm... I'm so worried.

Doraemon couldn't help but get a headache when he thought of Nobita running to him crying. If he had known this would happen, he should have asked Doremi to take care of Nobita in advance.

"Anyway, I'll leave the food distribution to you guys as well. Is that okay?"

"Of course." Roy nodded. "But actually, I have some personal requests that I need your help with."

"A personal request?"

"Yes, my people are outside the door. I've declared to them that you are the ancient iron man found by our leader," Roy said. "So I hope you can cooperate with our lie."

"I see." Doraemon nodded and put the matter about Nobita aside for the time being. "Don't worry, I will try my best to cooperate."

"Grateful."

Roy bowed deeply.

Then, he stood up, opened the door, and made a safety gesture to his fellow tribesmen outside who were holding flamethrowers, poison needle guns, mining laser guns, bone knives and other weapons. Only then did these fully armed tribesmen finally feel a little relieved.

"Hello everyone, my name is Doraemon."

The blue, chubby-looking Doraemon walked out from behind Roy with a smile and waved gently to everyone.

"This is the loyal iron man our patriarch mentioned before he died." Roy cleared his throat and stood beside Doraemon, holding his scepter. "Although he's an iron man, he has never betrayed humanity or the Emperor. Before his death, the patriarch told me that he possesses a great legacy from the Dark Age of Technology and can easily resolve the difficulties we face now!"

"That's right!" Although he didn't know what the Emperor and the Dark Age of Technology meant, the simple-minded Doraemon still nodded vigorously. "That's it!"

"Okay, since it's the will of the patriarch." The Genestealers looked at the scepter in Roy's hand and finally chose to obey. "Then do you have any solution to our current predicament?"

"Don't worry, I've already prepared a way to quickly produce food and medicine." Doraemon patted his chest vigorously. "In this regard, I'm always as stable as Mount Fuji!"

In fact, it is as stable as a rock.

However, speaking of medicine, I don’t know what happened to the girl who helped me distribute the medicine before. She has never come back to get the medicine. I always feel a little worried.

Well, I'll find a way to find it later.

The most important thing now is to solve the health and diet problems of most people.

"But if I want enough food, I need a large, open space."

"Empty?" The acolyte thought for a moment. Then he looked at Roy. "The lower nest is not yet completely under our control, but if it is the bottom nest, perhaps we can."

"The Bottom Nest is where we first met," Roy explained. "The entire hive's industrial waste is piled there, but except for some mutants and a few scavenger gangs, most people have been transformed into part of us."

"Okay, in that case, let's go to the bottom nest."

Doraemon said without hesitation that although for the vast majority of people in the Hive City, the Bottom Hive City meant purgatory, the descendants of those scum who were born not to be loved by the Emperor, and the bottom of the chain of shame, but for Doraemon, it was just an ordinary position.

Although the environment there is indeed a bit bad.

"Really? How can you just throw garbage around like that?"

Doraemon followed a group of gene stealers, or was surrounded and escorted to the bottom nest with a cautious and vigilant attitude - after all, no matter what, they still retained the most basic caution towards the iron men - then he glanced around, chose a suitable position, placed the rice field carpet on the ground, and then took out the magnifying lamp.

Under the illumination of the magnifying glass, the original carpet began to expand rapidly, and almost instantly turned into a real straw field before everyone's eyes.

"And this." Doraemon said, and took out a few ordinary-looking faucets from his pocket, stuck them on the wreckage of the building nearby, and turned them on. Clear water immediately flowed out.

The acolyte couldn't help but rub his eyes, looking at the water that appeared out of nowhere in some disbelief.

What's happening here?

Where does this water come from?

Many gene stealers looked at each other, all shocked from the bottom of their hearts by the scene that was beyond their cognition.

Because of the environment, the Mini Sun and Mini Rain Cloud are obviously not suitable, so Doraemon chose a more convenient way:

"Seed making machine—"

A pair of chubby little hands pulled out a huge instrument from a tiny pocket in an almost impossible way.

"With this, I can customize the seeds I need." Doraemon said, and began to operate this prop seriously. "Nutritious, grow away from light, purify the environment, taste... it's ready."

Soon, several different seeds were successfully produced.

Doraemon distributed these seeds to everyone and said, "As long as you plant these seeds, you will be able to eat delicious food soon."

"In that case, let's leave the planting to the first and second generation tribesmen." Before anyone else could speak, Roy said impatiently, "The rice fields are so large, we'll definitely need more people to defend them. Why not call all those tribesmen down here?"

The acolyte gave Doraemon a suspicious look.

Are these seeds and rice fields really that magical?

And...is it safe?

After all, their sect was fighting against heretics who believed in the evil god, and the methods of this iron man in front of them seemed a bit too weird no matter how you looked at it.

The Patriarch...

Forget it, let’s take a look first. If everything is true, then this iron man will be very important to the sect.

So he nodded slightly and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you. But Roy, if you want to inherit the position of bishop, you shouldn't ask for other people's opinions and make your own decision."

Volume 1: Chapter 14: The Retreat of the Plague

Hungry, cold.

The boy curled up in the corner, looking around fiercely, then took out a piece of meat from the rags that could barely be considered clothes and stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation.

boom--

There seemed to be a few roars and wails coming from not far away on the street, and flames of explosions also lit up one after another farther away. He knew what it meant, but he didn't care.

Just live, as long as you live, even if it's just one more day.

To survive, they attacked their usually friendly neighbors, to survive, they joined a cult and raised the banner of heresy, to fill their hungry stomachs, they ate the scraps of flesh and remains of their own kind...

It doesn't matter. He swallowed the piece of meat and stuffed it into his throat desperately. The wizard of the church said that he would lead them to fight into the higher levels of the hive city and spread the so-called blessing of the kind father to more people.

Frankly speaking, he doesn't care about any loving father, or even any emperor. He just wants to survive!

Even if...it means eating people.

"call……"

With the last swallow, the few pieces of meat were swallowed, and he still greedily licked the blood remaining on his palm.

This is undoubtedly a crime of heresy, but who cares about those things?

As fresh blood and flesh entered his stomach, the pain in his body seemed to become a little more severe.

It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter…

He lay on the ground, staring blankly at the dark dome above. At first, he would wail because of the pain, but as the disease became more serious, his brain seemed to rot along with it and began to become increasingly sluggish in the endless pain, and he even had almost no strength to wail.

He slowly moved his body, feeling the bacteria growing on his body, flies and insects flying around him, and some unknown small reptiles jumping around on his body, sucking the foul-smelling pus flowing from the abscesses all over his body. Some hyphae extended from his shoulders to the swollen flesh on his chest, and fat maggots drilled blood holes the size of a fingernail in the long-rotten skin. Some of the blood holes were still wriggling, while some had already closed and become warm nests for the maggots.

He trembled as he picked a maggot from his body and stuffed it into his mouth. For a moment, he even envied these maggots for being able to parasitize on other people's bodies and enjoy the food.

He knew that he was dying. The hallucinations that appeared from time to time and his current situation repeatedly reminded him of this fact, but his own desire to survive was constantly struggling, desperately urging him to find a way to survive.

Under the repeated tug of despair and the desire to survive, his body and rationality seemed to be breaking apart.

He has left the realm of the living.

He has not yet trodden into the realm of the dead.

Between life and death, he began to rot.

And in the midst of decay, the loving Father promised unchanging eternity.

In a trance, it seemed as if some inhuman creatures began to approach him. They made blasphemous sounds, muttered invitations, and whispered softly:

——Only the mercy of Grandfather God can heal the pain.

He lay on the ground, stretching out his hands blankly, like Adam in the long-forgotten scroll of ancient Terra, longing for salvation by the power of God.

Finally, the inhuman arm took his hand, and he heard them say:

"May you be redeemed under the four arms of the God-Emperor."

"……What?"

Divine Emperor? Four arms?

He was stunned for a moment, and the next moment a pair of hands roughly pinched his chin, and then some unknown liquid was forced into his throat.

"Well--"

He struggled hard, but it was funny to say that his body, eroded by the plague, was actually much stronger than before. Perhaps it was because his muscles could now exert full strength and he didn't need to care about his broken body. But even so, he was still pinned to the ground by these people.

As the unknown liquid flowed in, his body suddenly began to convulse violently. Disgusting maggots were squeezed out of his body, the sores began to fall off on their own, and his rotten and torn skin mended itself as if time had turned back. The fungus began to wither, and the flies and insects scattered with a whirring sound. As he vomited violently, the illusions in his mind vanished without a trace amidst a muttering of dissatisfaction...

"This, this, this is..."

He stammered and asked the person in front of him.

"This is a gift from the Four-Armed Divine Emperor." The man puffed out his chest with pride, holding a tall banner in his hand. On one side of the banner was a painting of the Four-Armed Divine Emperor, radiating endless glory like a star, and on the other side was a mysterious blue being.

"Bestowed by the Blue Avatar, who was guided here by the Emperor."

Beside him, the infectious disease specialist holding a metal staff covered with syringes held his arm and began to inject another unknown liquid.

Before he could ask what it was, a bag of fragrant food was stuffed into his arms.

"This, this is..." The fragrance that permeated his nostrils suddenly made him feel panic and uneasy.

There were five loaves of bread and two fish in the bag - all grown. The seeds synthesized by the seed-making machine could perfectly provide any nutrients the human body needed.

Seeing that some people had recovered and even received food, the patients around them suddenly stood up excitedly and staggered over. Pus mixed with dirty blood fell to the ground, accompanied by some faint humming and ahing sounds of dissatisfaction.

"They, they have medicine! They also have food!"

"Give it to me! Give it to me now! I'll do anything for you as long as you give me food and medicine!"

"The Divine Emperor! I have always believed in the Divine Emperor devoutly!"

Driven by the desire to survive, these people suddenly burst out with incredible strength, staring at the large amount of food pulled by the cart behind Putana.

The genetic guard who had hidden the mutation under the heavy robe stretched out his chitinous double knives inconspicuously and nailed it to the ground. At the same time, some kind of neural position began to take effect, and severe migraines and hallucinations enveloped everyone.

Putana nodded in satisfaction. "Don't worry, scumbags. The God-Emperor is merciful after all. He has answered your prayers and showered His mercy upon you. But after that, you must repent and atone for even the slightest wavering in your faith!"

"Of course! Of course, sir!" The patients whimpered and scrambled to answer, "Thank you, Divine Emperor, thank you, Divine Emperor!"

Tsk.

Putana curled his lips and sighed that this mission was much easier than he had imagined.

Simply by curing these people and converting them into the same kind, the original political group of their ethnic group can be greatly diluted, and then Roy can be better helped to become the bishop who controls the entire ethnic group.

At the same time, without the soil for epidemics and famine, heresy and evil will also have no place to hide.

"Come and receive medicine and food, but remember that this is a gift from the God-Emperor. It is He who has given you, the burden, a second life!" Putana scolded.

Volume 1: Chapter 15: The End of Heresy

"Why is this happening!" The wizard, who was completely covered in roe deer, slammed the table angrily. "It shouldn't be like this! It shouldn't be like this!"

He had been persecuted since childhood because of his psychic talent. It was his parents who risked their lives to take him from the upper nest to the lower nest, thus saving him from the tragic fate of being taken away by the black ship.

And in the horrific illusions that he repeatedly fell into because of his psychic talent, he finally converted to the arms of the loving father. He firmly believed that only the eternal and kind great god could embrace and love all living things in the world equally. For this reason, he planned to use seven years, seven months and seven days to spread his mercy, but what was going on!

What kind of people are those aliens who shout for the Emperor?

When they shed blood for the Emperor, did they really know what attitude the rotting corpse sitting on the throne had towards the aliens?

"No, I still have a chance! We still have a chance!" He angrily overturned the things on the table. "Sacrifice! Use a grand sacrifice to open the gateway to the highest heaven and usher in His true power from the Garden of the Loving Father!"

That’s right, that’s right!

Although six of the seven strongholds he had prepared in advance had been flooded with corpses by those mad-dog-like aliens, they had also suffered heavy losses. He still had a chance, still had a chance!

Even now, it is more than enough to gather 777 devout believers to open the sacred portal. He is even confident that those true believers will want to win this honor from the bottom of their hearts.

"Notify them and call them..."

"You can't summon anything."

Before he could finish his words, a cold and deep female voice came from the other side of the passage, echoing repeatedly in the darkness, layer upon layer.