Doraemon for an imperfect world

During this period, he has been living in Makiba's house, and his relationship with Asuka has continued to heat up - after all, even if people may close their hearts to each other, they can be said to have locked two people in the same cage. As for Ayanami Rei, she had nowhere to stay after the disintegration of NEVR, so she was sent here to stay by her autistic father who had no idea where to go.

——It’s like I was once abandoned in a relative’s house without anyone caring about me.

But at noon today, he suddenly found a wormhole appearing at the door of his house, and the wormhole showed the appearance of another world. Because it was too similar to the wormhole that suddenly appeared when Doraemon left, he couldn't help but come over to take a look.

——Then he was blocked by the Mechanical Sage who was touching the floor, praising Om Messiah and trying to negotiate with the child next to him whether he could take a piece home to worship.

"Well, this is a long story."

Doraemon smiled and said, "Since we're already here, why don't we all stay and watch the game together?"

"Well, thank you for the treat."

Ikari Shinji was talking when he suddenly noticed that Rei Ayanami beside him was staring intently at Scorpio next to Doraemon. "What's wrong, Rei?"

"I don't know why, but she feels a lot like an apostle."

Rei Ayanami explained.

"So it's from the same world as you?"

Scorpio spread out his tentacles and explained, "I have some kind of symbiotic relationship with that bacterial-type apostle, so that's why it feels that way."

"Anyway, please wait a moment."

Doraemon said, "I'm going to pick up a child and take you to the stadium when I come back."

After saying that, Doraemon found the world where Aquarius was, and walked in with the children.

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Chapter 342 Emperor VS Zeus.

In the world of Akame ga Slash.

Aquarius was carefully observing the documents in front of him, then gently rubbed his dark circles under his eyes and nodded with satisfaction.

At this moment, she was wearing an eye patch, her right hand was wrapped in bandages, and she had a cloak draped over her back. She exuded an unparalleled handsomeness, at least in her own opinion.

"How about it?"

The little emperor asked impatiently.

"You did very well."

Aquarius nodded in satisfaction, then asked curiously, "But if, as I envision, your power will be completely stripped away in the future constitutional monarchy, is it really okay for you to be the emperor?"

"It's ok."

The little emperor lowered his head and said, "My dream is to become a qualified and beloved emperor. To achieve this, I don't mind giving up power."

"That's a good realization."

Aquarius praised, "Well, I am very optimistic about you."

"Well, Aquarius, why are you wearing an eyepatch? Are you hurt?"

"How is this possible? This is the Devil's Eye that sees through everything..."

Aquarius was about to introduce his eyes to the voice that suddenly appeared, but suddenly realized that something was wrong "Tiantiantian...Scorpio Big Sister?"

She was startled and jumped up from her chair.

"Why are you bandaged? Are you injured?"

Sagittarius asked worriedly.

"No, no, this is me...ah no, I...that..."

Aquarius's face flushed instantly. When there were no outsiders around, she could have easily given herself all sorts of middle school second-year settings and said some middle school second-year lines, but when her sister suddenly appeared before her...

Ahhhhh——

I really want to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it immediately!

I would rather die than be socially dead!

Aquarius took off his eye patch and bandage and moved to the trash can nearby. He even hurriedly wiped off the dark circles that he had deliberately imitated with cosmetics. Then he quickly changed the subject with a well-behaved look and said, "Oh my, why are you here?"

"Just came to see you."

Doraemon explained "How are you doing here?"

"Yes, very good. I remember all the teachers' theories very clearly. But social change takes time, so it's hard to complete in less than two years. Why don't you come back and take me over in a few years?"

Seeing that the topic was diverted from his own middle school behavior, Aquarius couldn't wait to respond to Doraemon's words without even pausing.

"That's it."

Doraemon nodded and said, "Okay, but there's a battle going on in another world between humans and gods. Do you want to go over and take a look?"

"Yeah."

Aquarius nodded quickly and said, "Let's go now."

"Then I..."

The little emperor spoke softly from the side.

Snapped.

Aquarius put her hand on the little emperor's shoulder. She didn't dare let the child who looked at her as a middle school student follow her. If he let the cat out of the bag, she would be too embarrassed to face anyone.

"You stay here and take care of this country. I will be back soon."

"Eh? Teacher, why are you talking so…"

"You are the emperor!"

Aquarius interrupted the other person and said righteously, "Take care of this country before I come back!"

"Ah? Ah."

The little emperor nodded stiffly, "Okay."

"Ah."

Aquarius turned his head and looked at Doraemon eagerly, "Let's go."

If her sisters heard her chuunibyou quotes from someone, how would she survive? So she absolutely couldn't let them stay.

"it is good."

Doraemon nodded helplessly, understanding the other party's little thoughts.

Not long after, the second showdown between man and god began.

On the field, Heimdall raised the horn:

"Although the competition venue was left in ruins after the first round, it was restored to its former glory by the power of the gods, so the second round will remain unaffected. First up is the human camp. The fighter who carries the hope of maintaining humanity's survival is Neos!"

A ray of light shone directly at the exit, and an unimaginably tall figure covered in devastating golden light walked out slowly. With every step, it seemed as if countless voices were chanting around him about his great achievements. The Zhenyi armor was painted with incomparable exquisite patterns, and the sound of the joints was not the rough sound of the imperial industry, but the beautiful melody from ancient times.

Just like the previous match, Heimdall handed the horn in his hand to a guard standing opposite him. The golden-armored warrior, with his head held high and chest puffed out, glanced around with contempt and said:

"Standing before you is the Lord of Mankind, the King of Hosts, the Immortal Saint, the Supreme Being of the Most Powerful and Virtuous. Words cannot describe even half of His great deeds, but one look is all you need to know that He will triumph again and again, forever!"

"Foul! This is a foul!"

In the audience on the gods' side, some gods shouted, "That guy is not even human!"

"That's right! He's obviously a god too, how can he fight on behalf of humans?"

"Foul!"

"..."

Neos glanced around, then stretched out his hand. The Emperor's Sword, wrapped in flames, appeared out of thin air in his palm. He pressed the flaming sword to the ground and declared without a doubt, "I am human!"

"It's simply shameless!"

The God of Peace waved his hands and retorted, "I clearly heard someone say you are a god!"

"Eh……"

In the human audience, the silver-white Neos stood up helplessly and said softly, "Quiet!"

This sound brought about countless echoes, as if a silvery-white light was spreading along with the sound, and everyone couldn't help but fall silent.

"Sikos."

The girl, who seemed to be the embodiment of perfection, looked at the Archsage of the Mechanicum beside her and said softly, "Explain to me why Neos is human."

She knew the great sage's literary attainments and believed that she could give a reasonable answer.

Sikos first leaned slightly towards the silver-white girl, and then the sound implant in her body immediately began to operate at maximum power. This device was originally used by personnel such as political commissars who wanted to command operations on a battlefield full of noise, but now it was just right for her.

"In the Imperium, the trinity of the Emperor, the God-Emperor, and the Om Messiah is the highest faith. The Emperor represents the unyielding humanity amidst the darkness of the Eternal Night. He walks with humans, bleeds and is wounded like humans, and has things that humans are not good at. He possesses both the strengths and weaknesses of humanity, making him a true master among men. No one in this world is closer to humanity than him. Therefore, although the Emperor is a god of the past, he is still human, while the God-Emperor is a god of the present, a perfect idol leading humanity forward. And the Om Messiah is the god of the future, whose..."

"Cough cough."

Doraemon coughed twice quickly and said, "No need to mention me."

Sikos paused, then continued, "The Emperor's great deeds were forged through the might of humanity. His Empire was forged by the lives of millions of worlds, and his technology, which traversed the stars, was a legacy of past ages. Therefore, he is not a lofty, untouchable god, but a forerunner of humanity. It's simply that his power and wisdom, accumulated over countless ages, seem beyond the reach of ordinary humans."

"is it?"

Loki asked, "What about his Angel of Death, the demigod Astartes?"

Sike answered without hesitation, "Precisely because the Emperor is not a god, he names his warriors demigods and angels. This is to trivialize seemingly lofty religious terms, thereby removing the divinity of religion and making everyone understand that the so-called gods and angels are merely ordinary adjectives, not things that cannot be violated."

"So this is what the Emperor thinks?"

Kiya exclaimed, "Amazing! As expected of Sister Siskos. I hadn't realized that at all."

The Emperor was silent for a moment, then nodded silently:

"exactly."

343

Chapter 343 Conrad Coates.

"is that so?"

The gods immediately began to discuss. Although they felt that what the other party had suffered seemed to make sense, they still felt that there seemed to be some unspeakable problems.

At this moment, accompanied by a sneer, Brunhilde's contemptuous voice echoed in the arena.

"What, are you scared?"

After a brief silence, countless angry gazes and scolding suddenly flooded towards Brunhilde.

"Oh, I thought you were afraid of the challenge, so you tried every possible way to prevent that man from taking the field."

Brunhilde said with a headache, "Really? A god wouldn't be so cowardly and timid. If he doesn't dare to take the stage, he can just surrender. That way, Lord Shiva, who is about to take the stage, can escape with a lucky escape, right?"

"shut up!"

The two crows on Odin's shoulders immediately started to crow impatiently, "No matter how tall they appear, mortals are still just mortals!"

"That's right, mere humans can't possibly defeat gods!"

Then the other gods couldn't wait to roar as well.

"He's just a little taller, that's all. He looks like he's slow to react!"

"You're just a demigod, how dare you be so arrogant?"

"Lord Shiva can take out an enemy of this caliber with one hand!"

"..."

Ha, that's all.

Brunhilde glanced at the gods present with disdain. It was just the simplest provocation that could make them lose their composure.

"Okay, if that's all right with everyone."

Heimdall continued, "So, because the gods temporarily changed the order, the one who will actually fight against this human emperor is—"

Accompanied by Hermes' violin, the skinny Zeus slowly walked onto the field:

"He creates something out of nothing when he's in the mood, and destroys everything when he's not satisfied. He's the tyrant, the only one who absolutely loves fighting. He's the perverted god Zeus!"