Nobita's Time Heist

The Hundred-Eyed King's voice was very deep and slightly hoarse, which made it particularly attractive.

He picked up the vase containing the Demon God Chess pieces again, and like an old man handling antique collectibles, ran his fingers over the patterns on the vase.

"You should know where I came from, right?"

"To tell you the truth, this planet is merely a stepping stone I've chosen. In my view, the only thing of value here is the sheer number of souls I can devour. I still have many unfinished business in the cosmos, and I cannot simply fade into obscurity like this."

"how?"

He nodded slightly toward the horizon, then turned his face, a terrifying smile curving his lips.

"Will he become one of the countless victims in this war?"

"Will you still join me on this journey to... the vast ocean of stars, a place we've never ventured before?"

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To be fair, this proposal is quite persuasive for ordinary humans. The word "starry sky" naturally awakens humanity's desire for exploration, just like the forests and oceans of countless ages ago. Those powerful individuals who have traversed the treacherous mountains are certainly not lacking in a spirit of exploration, and could easily be swayed by the words of this extraterrestrial visitor.

pity……

This sales pitch is great in every way, except it's targeting the wrong person.

For a group of four who were in fourth grade and were already on an alien adventure, this temptation was utterly weak.

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"I need you?!"

The next moment, Fat Tiger roared, his toes touching the ground, his strength bursting forth as he swung his modified [Famous Sword Lightning Bolt], leaving a trail of light in the air as he slashed towards Hundred-Eyed King's neck.

Chapter 291: The Silver Sword – Extends!

During that brief morning together, unable to resist Gian's persistence—perhaps out of respect for Nobita, or perhaps because Musashi sensed the unique aura of a martial artist emanating from him—he finally told him the key to the way of the sword.

Iaijutsu (a type of sword strike).

The moment a swordsman draws his sword, his aura, speed, and power reach their peak, making that strike incredibly powerful. Those action movies where two warriors wield swords and fight for three hundred rounds are mostly for visual effect. Once a sword is in hand, one must be prepared for a swift and decisive battle; the true outcome is often decided in the very first move.

To facilitate his iaido technique, Gian even attached a pouch to the side of his waist, mimicking a scabbard as closely as possible. This strike was undoubtedly delivered without reservation; the circumstances didn't allow him to hold back.

The sword flashed.

"laugh!"

Sensing the user's intense killing intent, the safety lock on the Electric Strike Ball disengaged, revealing the strength expected of 22nd-century metal. It sliced ​​through the neck as easily as cutting through tofu. He was killed with a smile on his face, a smile that lingered, even on his flying head, leaving a lingering, eerie mark. The brief exchange of glances only heightened Gian's vigilance, prompting him to leap back into a standard sword-fighting stance.

Nobita and Dekisugi were both astonished and realized something was wrong in a flash.

Is it really that easy?

……

"You must be thinking right now..."

The voice of the Hundred-Eyed King drifted from the ground. His head fell to the ground, still smiling, and he spoke in human language, "Would it really be that easy?"

The headless body raised its right hand, its fingers curled as if to shoo away a fly, and flicked it lightly.

"boom----!!"

Fat Tiger's body was struck by an invisible, devastating blow. Before he could unleash his next attack with his large robe, it felt as if he'd been hammered in the chest. He was sent flying dozens of meters backward, crashing heavily against the wall. His relatively well-developed back muscles protected his vital spine, but even so, the blow still sent a burning, stabbing pain through his back. He gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, and gasped for breath, barely managing to stay conscious through frequent gasps.

"It's hard to imagine that at this point, the first thing that pops into your mind is this kind of low-quality cold weapon." He sneered, bent down, picked up his head, but didn't put it back on his neck. He just held it in his hands, facing them, making the scene even more bizarre. "To me, you are far too little of a threat, so little that you can be ignored."

Even though there was no wind, his black robe seemed to come alive, fluttering on its own like claws dancing in the air.

The images of various weapons flashed through Nobita's mind, but he instinctively dismissed those items that frequently appeared in his usual adventures. He had already determined that this hasty confrontation would be utterly fruitless, and with his mind racing, he chose to pull out his escape door.

"Boom!"

A cone-shaped black torrent flew in, instantly piercing through the wooden door and shattering their teleport point.

Nobita paused for a moment, but immediately realized that the Anywhere Door was probably useless here. If it were, he wouldn't have had to travel over mountains to get here. He had just instinctively taken out what he thought was the most useful gadget. In the past, Doraemon would definitely use the Anywhere Door to get everyone back to safety in situations like this, which had left a deep impression on Nobita.

However, King Hundred Eyes still destroyed it, indicating that he had no idea about the effects of the Anywhere Door. This also suggests that his understanding of his group might not be as thorough as he thought.

By combining several items, you can unleash unexpected attacks—it might actually work!

……

“Since you’ve come all this way, don’t be in such a hurry to leave.” King Hundred Eyes raised his hands, rested his head back on his neck, pressed his hands down, and turned it ninety degrees like tightening a screw, so that he was facing them. His smile seemed welded on, never changing. “Even if you’re not interested in my suggestion, there are many games to play here. I’ve heard that young people in your country are particularly fond of something called Ludo…”

"boom----!!"

Before he could finish speaking, a beam of crimson-gold light interrupted him, or rather, engulfed him. A blazing fireball exploded instantly, melting a portion of the ground and the building itself into liquid.

Hundred-Eyed King symbolically raised his hand to block, but even as he was engulfed by the intense heat and flames, the smile on his lips remained unchanged. Nobita showed no sign of stopping, holding the gun in his left hand and maintaining continuous bursts of fire. Although he could no longer see Hundred-Eyed King, he continued to fire freely with the [Overlord Spear] based on his instincts. This gun seemed to require no reloading; the matter within its splatter radius had already changed from a solid to a gaseous state, emitting a foul, acrid smell.

"Hahahaha... This is really interesting. Most monsters can't hurt me as much as this thing." From the dust, the figure of Hundred-Eyed King slowly emerged, announcing that this round of probing had ended in failure once again. He made a deliberately emphasized "helpless" shrug, his sewn-on eyes still closed, but his expression showed slight interest as he asked, "What is this? Some kind of charged disintegration weapon?"

"That's really strange. With the current level of technology on this planet, they shouldn't be able to develop such a weapon, right?"

"Who exactly are you people?"

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The malfunction of the Overlord Spear suddenly made Nobita nervous, as he had always been very confident in the firepower of the future world. According to Asur's assessment, the spear in his hand was even considered a high-specification "military-grade" item in the 22nd century, and should be considered the finest of weapons.

Is this level of firepower not enough to injure the opponent?

Do not……

Like Daimao, it likely possesses a unique mechanic; without breaking this mechanic, it's impossible to inflict effective damage. You must find its weakness and deliver a fatal blow before it can be effective.

Continuing to fight would be extremely unwise in any case. Nobita reached into his pocket and felt the handle of the "Random Access Bag," but instead of taking it out, he reached back into the bag, stacking his hands like nesting dolls. Having confirmed he had what he needed, Nobita estimated the distance between himself and Hyakume-o—the guy was indeed, as Musashi had said, an extremely slow and deliberate individual, still advancing at a leisurely pace.

In a sense, Nobita should thank him for giving him enough time to react.

"Xiaoshan! Turn on the light!"

"Ding----"

The magnified beam arrived as expected.

The silver sword drawn at the same moment, when illuminated by the beam of light, immediately magnified tenfold, perfectly replicating the combined attack Nobita and Shizuka used to slay Odorom. Since the science-based weapons were useless, Nobita gritted his teeth and took out the piece of equipment with the highest magic damage he knew of, unleashing a massive attack on his opponent!

The bright silver sword suddenly grew larger, reflected in the Hundred-Eyed King's pitch-black eyes, as if it wanted to cut the darkness in two along with his body.

In that instant, his expression finally showed a slight change.

"boom------!!!"

A sword pierced through his body.

The massive sword blade emerged horizontally from the lower ribs of the White Bone Palace.

Chapter 292: Strong and Resilient Genes

"Did you make it?"

As Fat Tiger ran away at top speed, he glanced back—the billowing dust had swallowed everything, and he couldn't see anything.

“Probably not.” Da Xiong was quite certain of this, shaking his head with a heavy expression. “The fact that we didn’t hit him just now means we didn’t find the right method and didn’t know how to kill him. We were at a disadvantage in reporting, but he knows us very well… including this infiltration operation. He might have known about it the moment we entered the White Bone Palace.”

"Nobi-kun, Gian-kun, the plan has failed, and we must face that fact." Dekisugi's breathing was very even, and even while running with vigorous arm swings, his breath did not tremble. "Now, all our hopes are pinned on the first two battle plans, and they must be executed ahead of schedule. Hopefully, Honekawa-kun has already set up the turrets, and Shizuka and the others have found the tsukumogami that can manipulate souls."

"We're wearing tags around our necks, aren't we? How did he see through them?" Gian tugged at the thin string on the transforming plate and complained, "Doraemon probably bought another shoddy product!"

"It's no use talking about this now. Maybe he's too skilled, and he can see through these little tricks at a glance... We were supposed to meet for dinner, but now we might have to meet earlier." Da Xiong bit his lip. Seeing that the not-so-large security force in the White Bone Palace had been activated, he realized that he shouldn't be running around like this, and once again put his hand into his pocket.

“You’re right, Xiaoshan. Even if we’re exposed, we should buy time for the other two groups.”

"The more, the merrier."

……

"Aladdin's Lamp—!!"

"【The Robot's Backing Spirit】—!!"

"【Wrestling Expert Z】—!!"

"【Toy Soldiers】—!!"

(Aladdin's Lamp: Doraemon possesses more than one magic lamp-shaped gadget. This one's function is that gently rubbing the back of the lamp twice will summon a smoke robot that grants wishes. No matter what the user's wish is, the smoke robot will fulfill it. It's worth noting that its understanding of "wishes" is very superficial, and its logic mostly remains on the surface, much like a broken Holy Grail. When using it, one must be careful about the content of their wish to ensure no serious consequences occur.)

(Robot Spirit: A robot spirit hidden inside a can. Once the can is opened, this invisible spirit will follow the user all day. The spirit acts according to the user's thoughts, and because of its powerful actions, it can sometimes become troublesome. In dark environments, the spirit's outline can be seen; it is a powerful partner.)

(Wrestling Expert Z: [Wrestling Expert] Special Enhancement Version. Once a wrestling opponent is chosen, there is no way to cancel it. It will suppress the opponent with unparalleled firepower, making the opponent wrestle three times. Because the method is too brutal and may leave maiming damage, it has been banned in the future world.)

At this point, Nobita was desperate and resorted to anything he could get his hands on. He pulled four gadgets out of his pocket and threw them away without even looking at them.

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However, to everyone's surprise, King Hundred Eyes did not chase after him immediately. He remained in the storage room, clutching his abdomen where he had been stabbed by the silver sword, his body slightly hunched, his expression one of astonishment, as if he had not yet recovered from the shock of the attack.

He moved his hand away, and found a sticky, black liquid, like oil, clinging to his fingers, which he found unbelievable.

"It actually...it's impossible. He didn't see through my weakness, so there's no way he could have hurt me."

"Was it that sword? That sword was imbued with anti-magic properties, so it forcibly injured me?"

"Or perhaps... this tiny individual born on such a backward planet on the edge of the universe also possesses the potential of 'that' kind of bloodline?"

The sudden turn of events made Hundred-Eyed King realize something was amiss—it was a very dangerous sign. The ability to harm him meant the ability to kill him. Although he could currently crush these intruders like ants, a thorn had been planted in his heart.

The smoke robot, which burst through the door and expanded to over six meters tall in the smoke, roaring at him, also seemed so hateful.

"No, it's impossible!"

After a few seconds, King Hundred Eyes seemed to find the thought that had just appeared in his mind laughable. He shook his head and tried his best to convince himself, "How could someone of noble blood belonging exclusively to the gods appear in such a garbage place?"

"If he truly possessed the power of that bloodline, things wouldn't be like this now..."

As he spoke, he raised his right hand.

Within the palm without any lines, a dark light flickered erratically, forming a black torrent.

"boom----"

With a single, deadly strike, he swiftly pierced through the smoke robot and the spirit behind him, dissipating and stringing the wrestling expert and toy soldier together. This single move completely shattered them, leaving a gaping hole in the stone wall of the collection room. Throughout the entire ordeal, the pursuers Nobita had unleashed only forced him to cast one more spell, for less than three seconds.

But after looking around, he suddenly realized something fatal.

"Where's my chess piece?!"

For him, the seriousness of this matter was no less than the complete collapse of the entire plan to counterattack the stars. His composure vanished instantly. With a wave of his hand, he captured the rubble that was pressing down on the room and cleared it away, but still couldn't find it. In just a few seconds, the expression on his face changed from shock to anger, and his fists clenched involuntarily, cracking loudly.

The Demon God Chess set, which he treasured, simply vanished right before his eyes.

"Damn thieves, they stole my strategy pieces!" He turned around angrily, waving his hand wildly in the air and shouting, "Catch them...catch them! Don't let a single one escape!"

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"Boom--!"

The jeep, transformed from US dollars, raced wildly through the palace, its wheels crushing the faces of those who came to capture the monster. The four wheels spun rapidly, darting left and right with unstoppable force. Its body remained half-deformed; due to the overwhelming number of enemies, the other half of its body still transformed into various weapons, appearing quite incongruous.

A torrent of ammunition poured out, and amidst the flashes of light and explosions, the American-made vehicle carried them back and forth, relying on its superior mobility to carve a bloody path through the ever-growing number of pursuers. For a moment, the roar of engines, the piercing horns, the booming of artillery fire, and the screams of the other monsters all mingled together, making the breakout battle exceptionally brutal. Watching the monsters, whether willingly or unwillingly, crashing into the vehicle windows, and the splattering juices, Nobita felt a complex mix of emotions.

"Why are they suddenly all high on energy?" Da Xiong wiped his sweat and asked, puzzled. "They were all scattered just now, and even the Hundred-Eyed King didn't chase after us. What's wrong with this godforsaken place?"

"Ah, this..."

Fat Tiger glanced at the horde of ghosts following behind the car through the rearview mirror and said nonchalantly, "He probably found out because I smuggled this thing out."

Boom!

He patted the vase with the Demon God Chess set twice, almost like he was patting a melon.

Chapter 293: The Incarnation of Calamity

"Gian?!" Dekisugi's voice suddenly rose, incredulous. "You stole his strategy game?"

“What do you mean by stealing? What kind of fairness and justice are you talking about with people who want to destroy the world?” Fat Tiger showed no remorse and shook his head. “When we were leaving, I saw this thing on the table, not far away, so I just grabbed it.”

"No wonder the pursuers suddenly became excited. King Hundred Eyes must have given a death order to retrieve this chess piece."

Nobita wasn't surprised at all. During their grand adventure to the Demon World, Gian from the Magic Universe made a similar choice. When he took out "The Demon World Journey," he intentionally only showed the first half, misleading Medusa into believing there was only one volume. This caused her to prematurely reveal her true intentions and steal the first half. The second half remained in Gian's possession, laying a crucial foundation for their eventual victory over Daimao—without the silver dart from the second half, they wouldn't have even been able to break the Demon King's defenses.

He doesn't object to using extraordinary measures in extraordinary times. As long as the desired effect is achieved, it's normal to do something during extraordinary times. Judging from Bai Mu Wang's description just now, this chess set seems to contain some incredible clues, but there's no time to analyze it yet.

"Is this strategy game really that fun? Did you hear him say it was a game developed by aliens?" Fat Tiger, holding a vase, started examining it from all angles, muttering, "I really want to see how complicated it can get, it's just a game of chess."

“I have a little knowledge of board games.” Dekisugi, rarely showing any interest in “playing” anything, also started to ponder, “Judging from his preferences just now, the rules seem to be biased towards Go, but under some special rules, there will be pieces with special functions…”

"Boom-!!"