Simultaneous travel: City, infinite evolution

Chapter 535 What If the Phone Booth [Requesting Monthly Tickets and Recommendations]

"Wait, Doraemon!"

"What's wrong, sir?" Doraemon turned to look at Chen Hong curiously.

"Doraemon, I have to tell you some bad news."

Actually, Nobita doesn't exist in this universe.

"Hmm?" Doraemon scratched his head in confusion.

"No Nobita? How is that possible?"

"Have I ended up in a parallel universe?"

"That's not right. No matter which world it is, even if human civilization no longer exists, Nobita will still exist."

Are you lying to me?

"You're not some villain again, are you?"

Seeing Doraemon's questioning gaze, Chen Hong shook his head speechlessly.

"To tell you the truth, this is not the Doraemon multiverse, so there is no Nobita here."

"Oh, other multiverses?"

Doraemon's reaction was surprisingly calm.

"Future scientists have also speculated about the existence of other multiverses, but it remains only in theory, and the existence of other multiverses has not yet been observed in reality."

I can't believe it's true.

Doraemon spoke in a casual tone, as if he had just learned a little something, which made Chen Hong's lips twitch slightly.

As expected of... Doraemon.

"Even though what you're saying might be true, I still need to go to Nobita's house in person to be sure if you're lying to me."

Nobita smiled slyly and immediately stepped into the Anywhere Door.

As the Anywhere Door closes, it disappears.

Chen Hong smiled slightly, and with a thought, he instantly teleported to the location where Da Xiong had landed.

Its speed is no slower than Nobita's Anywhere Door, and in actual combat, it is even much faster than the Anywhere Door, which requires opening.

After searching around, Doraemon found no trace of Nobita's house. After learning more about the history of this world, he began to believe that this was no longer his home universe.

Chen Hong then showed Doraemon the magic and demons of this world and explained its magical history. Only then did Doraemon fully believe that this was not his multiverse.

"Alright, Doraemon, you don't need to be sad. Actually, you weren't originally from that multiverse. You're a product of our universe."

You are a toy puppet I created, only brought to life by a rat talisman.

"Impossible!" Doraemon couldn't believe it. "Doraemon is Doraemon! He's not some kind of doll!"

Chen Hong shrugged. "It doesn't matter. As long as you believe you are, then you are."

"I think, therefore I am."

"That's exactly right!" Doraemon emphasized, looking a bit angry and like a cat about to explode.

"Alright, Doraemon, do you have a [What-If Phone Booth]?"

"Yes, there is." Doraemon looked a little wary. "But what do you want to do?"

"Let me tell you, you can't just use a phone booth carelessly, or you'll make a mess of it."

Looking at Doraemon's expression, Chen Hong found it somewhat amusing; it seemed that Nobita had left him with some psychological trauma.

However, Chen Hong was a little curious: just how many memories and gadgets did this bootleg Doraemon possess?

"Alright, Doraemon, hurry up and take it out."

I'm just verifying some things.

Don't worry, I'm very capable. No matter what trouble I cause, I can handle it.

Doraemon reluctantly began rummaging through his four-dimensional pocket.

"found it."

Doraemon pulled out a phone booth, and Chen Hong immediately tried it out, picking up the receiver and making a call.

"Hey."

"If only I had all of Nobita's knowledge, wisdom, power, and status."

One second, two seconds, three seconds... nothing happened.

Chen Hong rubbed his chin: "Looks like I've exceeded my limits."

"If Jackie Chan could cultivate secret realms, sing and dance, and cover the sky with a flick of his finger, the world would have a path above the Immortal Emperor and above the Sacrifice Dao, that would be wonderful."

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Still nothing happened.

"I understand. So you can't evolve a completely unrelated advanced cultivation system?"

If you can't create a phone booth out of thin air, right?

Chen Hong continued to probe.

"If the Eight Immortals created a cultivation system, ascended to become Dao Ancestors, and passed down a cultivation system that leads directly to the Taiyi and Daluo Dao Ancestors, that would be wonderful."

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Still nothing happened.

Chen Hong finally realized: "It seems there's no way to surpass the level of the Jackie Chan Adventures multiverse itself."

It seems that Doraemon and the "What-If Phone Booth" are products of their own universe, unable to transcend the limits of the natural order.

"If only Dad could gather the power of the Eight Immortals and become a God of Justice and Magic, thus ushering in the age of magic for humankind."

call out!
A flash of light disappeared in an instant, and Chen Hong, along with the If Phone Booth, arrived in a completely new world.

Looking up, the streets were bustling with people, adults and children, men and women, almost everyone was wearing a mage's robe and a dried pufferfish, and they all liked to wear glasses. Everywhere you looked, you could see the shadow of my father.

Just then, with a tearing sound, the sky split open, and a huge dragon head emerged.

Without a word, a huge ball of molten fire was spat out of the dragon's mouth, crashing into a twenty-story building and instantly collapsing it.

With a loud bang, the explosion sent sparks flying everywhere.

Countless tiny figures, each surrounded by a magical protective shield, flew out of the collapsed high-rise building.

The surrounding crowd, somewhat tense yet skillfully chanting sacred incantations in unison:
"Demons and monsters, get out! Demons and monsters, get out!"

A powerful cluster of magical energy pressed down on the giant dragon head, attempting to expel it.

The dragon head, however, burst into laughter.

"Haha, so you think you have the numbers?"

"Kids, teach them a lesson!"

"Roar!……"

Countless roars and furious cries of dragons echoed, and from behind the spatial rift, countless dragon retinues chanted in unison:
"Humans! Humans! Get out! Humans! Get out!"

The chanting gathered a vast amount of hellish magic, carrying the flames, filth, poison, and desolation of hell, seeking to erode the world, corrupt humanity, wear down human wisdom, drive humanity out, and seize this bountiful present world.

Seeing the pain and struggle on the faces of the crowd, an elderly man who was drinking tea finally stood up and reprimanded them:

"You dare!"

With a wave of his hand, he unleashed a pufferfish magic beam, striking the enormous dragon head and momentarily halting the dragons' chanting.

"Ouch."

The dragon let out a loud cry and stretched out its claws to cover its head.

A burn mark appeared on the dragon's head, sizzling and smoking, as if a little sulfuric acid had been poured on it.

With a whoosh, the old man appeared in front of the dragon head.

"Damn old man, trying to ruin my plans again!"

"This time, the devil will surely win!"

The old man looked at the dragon head seriously: "Holy Lord, good will not prevail over evil, you will not succeed."

As long as Dad is alive, hell won't be able to wreak havoc on earth.

Suddenly, the old man's whole body lit up, revealing a six-divine outfit with twelve talismans swirling behind his head, shining brightly.

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