Doraemon for an imperfect world

"My Lord Devil..."

She couldn't help but mutter to herself.

After school, a few girls gathered around Yoshida Saki in a very familiar manner:

"Hello, Yoshida-san."

One of the girls smiled and asked, "Do you want to go home together after school?"

In the previous life, she was the one who instigated me to work in a brothel.

"no need."

Yoshida Saki lowered her head and said, "We're not going this way."

It’s better not to have anything to do with her anymore, thinking about it, she packed up her things and left the school as quickly as if she was escaping.

But on the way home, she suddenly couldn't help feeling an indescribable irritation, and subconsciously thought of the creepy yet extremely comfortable feeling in her previous life, that kind of sinful bliss that was like lighting the fire of hell on herself and letting it burn her to ashes, leaving no remains.

Yoshida Saki couldn't help but cover her head.

No, I can’t think about it anymore. I absolutely cannot make the same mistake again!

She hurried back home and found the blue figure that made her feel at ease sitting on the floor in her bedroom, eating Dorayaki and talking to the teacher Fuji-nyanoh in the photo.

"Welcome back."

Doraemon looked at Yoshida Saki, thought for a moment, and then took out a bag of Dorayaki and handed it to her. "If you're not feeling well, eat something to distract yourself."

"Thank you."

Yoshida Saki took the bag a little embarrassedly, picked up a Dorayaki and took a bite. Suddenly, an incredible softness and sweetness bloomed on the tip of her tongue. "Delicious."

"Right?"

Doraemon said with a smile, "This is Dorayaki produced with the highest level of technology from a civilization whose territory covers the entire Milky Way."

The highest level of technology of an alien civilization of that level is used to produce Dorayaki?

Yoshida Saki thought it was a joke played by the devil. As she chewed the sweet food, her irritability subsided a lot. But when she thought of her father who was about to be fired, she couldn't help but want to escape.

"What's wrong?"

Doraemon asked, "You look like you have something on your mind."

"nothing."

Yoshida Saki quickly shook her head. "I'm just a little anxious because I haven't been able to become a qualified manga artist yet."

"You can't rush this kind of thing."

Fujimeow said, "Besides, you are completely satisfied with the basics. If you want to succeed, there is no shortcut other than hard work."

"I know."

Yoshida Saki said quickly, as if she was afraid of being disliked. "I just... just..."

"You want to earn money to support the family after your father leaves his job, right?"

Doraemon asked as if he had guessed what Yoshida Saki was thinking.

The girl nodded silently.

"Then I do have a solution."

Doraemon said while eating Dorayaki, "And by the way, it can also help you quit drug addiction completely."

"really?"

Yoshida Saki asked in disbelief.

"Of course it's true, but it will be very hard."

Doraemon finished his Dorayaki in one gulp, then stood up and pulled out a massive, incredibly ornate door, placing it before him. He then said to Yoshida Saki, "This is called the Gate of Glory. Simply speak your wish into it, and nothing can escape until it's fulfilled. Furthermore, the flow rates inside and outside the gate are completely different. Even a hundred years inside will only take a moment outside."

In other words, once you enter, there is no turning back?

Yoshida Saki gritted her teeth and forced herself to nod with difficulty. This way, she would definitely be able to completely get rid of her drug addiction...

Thinking about this, she looked at Doraemon, who was stretching out his hand towards the Gate of Glory, as if waiting for her to make a choice.

Looking at the smile on Doraemon's face, Yoshida Saki fell silent.

In the past, others were nice to her just to get what they wanted from her, whether it was the boys in the class, Hayato, the black market doctor or the homeless, those people were like devils who trampled on and tore apart her dignity. So who is the real devil?

Why must He help Himself?

Seeing that Yoshida Saki was still not coming forward, Doraemon thought that she couldn't make up her mind. Instead of urging her, she continued to comfort her softly, "It doesn't matter if you can't make a decision. I will respect your choice."

"No, please let me through this door."

Yoshida Saki pursed her lips, stood up and said that she had to make changes. She had to have a job that allowed her to live in the sun, earn clean money, and then become a qualified mother.

It is also to live up to the expectations of the devil.

“I want to be a qualified cartoonist!”

Yoshida Saki said firmly as she stood in front of the Gate of Glory.

The door suddenly opened, and a ray of light like a new life suddenly fell on Yoshida Saki.

No matter how difficult it is, how can it compare to the life I once had?

Yoshida Saki thought about it and stepped into it.

277

Chapter 277: Work harder and work harder.

Yoshida Saki walked into the Gate of Glory facing the soft light. With the sound of the heavy door closing behind her, she was surprised to find that she had appeared in a space similar to a dojo. A short Taoist master was sitting not far in front of her.

"Hello."

Yoshida Saki walked forward and said with some trepidation.

"In that case, I will train you very harshly. Be prepared!"

After saying this, the Taoist master looked at Yoshida Saki carefully and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

It still remembered that the last person who came in made a wish to sing better, so it symbolically asked the other person to sing a line for it to hear. As a result, the person almost shook its parts off when he opened his mouth, and it was so scared that it had to send the other person out immediately.

If you just draw comics for fun, there shouldn't be any danger.

The Taoist master thought about it, picked up the drumstick beside him and hit the drum beside him hard. The spirit around him suddenly turned into a waterfall. Before Yoshida Saki could react, a large amount of water rushed down on his scalp.

"If you want to be a cartoonist, you must first have enough concentration and the willpower to overcome drug addiction!"

The master pointed at Yoshida Saki and said, "Stand up straight and concentrate!"

Although she didn't know what the connection was between standing under a waterfall and drawing comics, Yoshida Saki still tried her best to tense her body. The impact of the waterfall was so great that she had to concentrate all her energy to stay standing.

Hold on, you must hold on.

Yoshida Saki gritted her teeth. It was so hard to find someone who was willing to treat her well, and she didn't want to disappoint Doraemon.

It’s no big deal. No matter how hard or tiring it is, it’s much better than what I experienced in my previous life.

She didn't know how long she persisted until Yoshida Saki was about to give up. With another burst of drumbeats, the atmosphere around her suddenly changed again. She sat down on the ground, breathing hard and looking at the surrounding environment.

She returned to the dojo where she started, but a drawing board suddenly appeared in front of her.

"Very good, congratulations on completing your first trial!"

The Taoist nodded with satisfaction, and continued to hold the drumstick and said, "Next, show me your painting skills!"

"Yes!"

Yoshida Saki said as she picked up the paintbrush. She had learned a lot from teacher Fuji-nyan last night. Although she was just a novice, she still picked up the pencil and began to paint the Taoist master in front of her seriously.

It seemed that because she was too focused on it before, the irritability caused by drug addiction had disappeared. She used to use that thing to fill the emptiness in her heart, but now she has a clear goal and has made up her mind not to rely on that kind of false happiness.

Soon, Yoshida Saki finished a simple painting. She held the painting in both hands and handed it respectfully to the Taoist master in front of her.

The Taoist looked at the painting and frowned slightly, then he hit the drum beside him with force. The surrounding scenery changed again. This time, Yoshida Saki actually appeared on a steep cliff. A howling wind blew past her, and a small stone was carried by the wind and fell under the cliff. It instantly disappeared without a trace, and not even a sound could be heard. In front of her was only a desk and a painting for copying on it.

"Your hands are shaking so much!"

The Taoist master said sternly, "So from now on, you have to copy these paintings carefully. If you are slightly off..."

boom!

Along with the Taoist master's voice, a bolt of lightning fell beside Yoshida Saki, frightening the girl again.

"...Then the next time lightning strikes, it will be you."

"Yes!"

To be honest, Yoshida Saki felt that her response was more out of fear than belief.

She held the pencil carefully and copied it carefully on the drawing board, carefully, carefully, and carefully again, but even so she still accidentally went out of the boundary.

boom--

Lightning instantly penetrated the girl's body.

"Don't rely on luck, focus all your attention on controlling your body!"

The Taoist master scolded from the side.

"I see!"

Yoshida Saki bit her lip and said this, she clenched her fists tightly and started painting again.

This is the punishment she deserves, she said to herself in her heart, because you are a useless woman, because you can do nothing but sell your body and dignity, so you must change, you must use your own efforts to earn more money, and then bring your daughter into this world with a clean attitude, you must take good care of her, protect her, and never let her experience everything you have experienced.

Not long after, Yoshida Saki was struck by lightning again.

She gritted her teeth but couldn't help shedding tears.

She knew that the trembling in her hands was a remnant of her past pursuit of false happiness. As the price of pursuing that cheap but false happiness, she had to pay more hardship and pain for it.

She did not complain because she felt she had no right to complain. She should have gone to hell long ago. Now, every heartbeat after her rebirth was thanks to the grace of the devil. She had walked through the darkest and deepest abyss. Now all she had to do was wash off the mud that was still on her body and move towards another completely different future.

Outside the Gate of Glory, Doraemon pressed his round body against the door with some worry, listening to the bursts of thunder coming from inside.

"Is it really okay to let her go in alone?"

"That child, even though she claims to be useless, she is actually much stronger than most people."

Fujimeow also sighed, "I don't know what she's been through, but her low self-esteem and self-deprecation are so obvious."

"Maybe it's because I lacked companionship and love while growing up."

Doraemon stood in front of the Gate of Glory with a distressed look on his face. "No, considering the intensity of the training at the Gate of Glory, it's too cruel for her to face it alone!"

"If you want to accompany her, please take me with you."

Fuji-nyan also said, "If it's something from the comics, maybe I can give some help."

"it is good."

Doraemon said, picked up the photo and stood in front of the Gate of Glory. He said to the Gate of Glory with determination, "I will go in and work hard with Yoshida Saki until she comes out!"

After saying that, Doraemon took Teacher Fuji-nyanko into the Gate of Glory.

278

Chapter 278: Training completed.

"No, try again!"

boom--

"We're out of the game again, let's do it again!"

boom--

"Concentrate, don't let your mind wander, and devote yourself to the creation when painting!"

boom--

Yoshida Saki tried hard to aim at the line, but she just couldn't concentrate. The whistling wind on the cliff and the birds flying across the sky were distracting her. She knew that this was also the effect of the poison. Once ingested, the whole person would be destroyed and she would never be able to concentrate on doing anything again.

But the more this happens, the more anxious I become.