Doraemon for an imperfect world

As he spoke, Zeus's muscles suddenly swelled up.

Neos stared at the enemy in front of him expressionlessly, the flaming sword in his hand suddenly ignited, and the flickering and swaying made his shadow dark and grotesque, as if the wails of countless creatures were drowned in it and disappeared without a trace.

In the audience, the silver-white Neos stood up and walked back. She didn't think that a fight of this level was interesting. In comparison, there were more important things waiting for her.

She finally stopped when she reached the shadows of the corridor, looking helplessly into the darkness. "You don't have to stay here, my child."

"Do not."

A gloomy, melancholic, and slightly hoarse voice came from the darkness. In a trance, it seemed as if an indescribable giant was wriggling, crawling, ready to strike. A pair of eyes that could make anyone shudder opened in the shadows. "I shouldn't have survived. Death is the punishment I deserve. It is the only fair thing in the world, and you have desecrated this fairness!"

Darkness crawls at his feet, shadows become his followers, midnight has come, this is his territory.

"Don't say that, my dear child."

Neos gently stepped into the shadows that seemed to be solid, raised her hand and gently stroked the face in the darkness. "Not all crimes can be atoned for with death. If you firmly believe in justice, your sentence is forced labor."

"No!"

The Primarch roared "You don't understand!"

He joined the rebellion out of fear of the future he saw, because that was the only path he saw that would allow him to embrace a sweet death. He hated the Emperor because he was able to create glorious Primarchs like Sanguinius, Robert Guilliman, and Lion's Johnson, but he still created a monster like him. The Night Haunter should have been a strong and perfect being, but the Emperor stuffed a cowardly soul like Konrad Curze into it.

Even now that that horrible and blasphemous future was gone, he did not believe he had the right to enjoy it - if being a Primarch could escape judgment, then where was justice?

"I know."

Neos said softly, "Listen to me, child. If you insist on choosing death, then you will be damaging the empire's important assets. The Empire's millions of worlds should have a harmonious and happy future for the new generation, and you want to take that away and bury it with you. Isn't this an even more unforgivable crime?"

Conrad Coates hesitated for a moment. He carefully observed the exquisite and perfect figure in front of him, as if trying to discern the other party's intentions.

"The empire's bureaucracy is corrupt and bloated. Even now, I'm barely able to figure out how many departments my orders have to go through before they reach the hands of the executors."

Neos narrated slowly, her tone gentle and all-embracing, "There are countless pests breeding here. The Imperial Law Department alone cannot eliminate them all. Therefore, I need you, I need the help of the Night Haunter to achieve ultimate justice. Help me, please, child."

Conrad Koz stared intently at the relatively petite figure in front of him. The other party did offer him conditions that he could not refuse, but this could not make him give up judging himself.

"What about Robert Guilliman? His Ultramarines can do the same thing."

"Robert and his descendants are indeed excellent warriors, but they are too conventional."

Neos shook her head and said, "You have the ability to break away from the rules. This is something only you can do."

"And what about Sanguinius?"

"Sanguinius is indeed perfect, but he is a Blood Angel, a bird that soars in the daylight, and cannot, like a bat, perceive the insects of the night."

Neos continued, "This is a responsibility only you can shoulder."

Conrad Curze hesitated, but still asked unwillingly, "What about Leon Jonson? No one can do better than him when it comes to investigating other people's secrets."

"The Dark Angels are excellent fighters, but not qualified police officers or special envoys."

Neos continued to coax, "Everyone has their own strengths. This is where you belong, and only you can do it best."

"If the Lion Jonson of my world can't do it, then what about your real son?"

Konrad Coates then continued to ask, and for the first time he discovered that the brothers he envied were actually not as good as him.

"Do you think...he can do this well?"

Neos couldn't help but smile.

Ok……

Conrad couldn't help but imagine the scene. With his talkative nature, everyone would probably know what he was going to do the next day after he arrived at a place.

Well, he really can't.

"Right?"

Looking at Conrad's expression, Neos knew he understood her meaning. She spread her hands and said, "The First Legion has no secrets, for they truly cannot keep any. But you can. Millions of worlds are waiting and thirsting for the justice you bestow. My dear son, are you going to disappoint them?"

"It shouldn't be like this!"

Conrad said with a tangled voice that he really longed for the future his mother had described, but his firm belief prevented him from responding. "All crimes should be punished, and I shouldn't be the exception."

"Of course, but death isn't the only punishment."

Neos said, "Some people don't deserve death, but you, death is too kind to you. That's not fair, is it?"

"...Maybe you are right."

344

Chapter 344: A showdown beyond time.

"Um..."

After spending two months convincing Conrad to take over the Legal Department, Neosye finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Let's go. Judging by the time, the competition should be almost over."

This child is a typical diode. In his mind, he only knows two options: not guilty and death penalty. However, as long as he can accept punishments other than death for himself, it will be just a matter of time before he gradually reverses this diode concept.

Great!

But behind her, Conrad did not move forward, but continued to curl up in his own shadow, refusing to take an even step forward.

Neos sighed slightly, then stopped and said, "If you don't want to, then I'll stay with you."

After saying this, she gently sat down beside Conrad. A light curtain unfolded in her hand, and the scene of the stadium was projected onto this side:

"How about watching your father fight together, just you and me?"

On the field, Zeus was flexing his muscles. "You're very strong, so strong that I've become more excited than ever before. So let's just test each other."

"That posture."

Ares in the spectator booth said in surprise, "Dad, is he going to be serious from the start?"

"After all, the opponent is indeed not to be underestimated."

Hermes stood elegantly by and commented, "Perhaps Lord Zeus is a bit impatient because he rarely encounters an opponent who can unleash his full strength."

Zeus clenched his fists, and the next moment time was compressed. In the human concept of time units, time is not infinitely divisible. The shortest unit of time in the universe is the Planck second, and that is a speed that is theoretically impossible to reach and is the limit of time.

And at that moment, Zeus entered the limit of time. For him, everything was still, and everything in the sky and on the ground stopped moving. Only he swung his fist with absolute speed and power, but at the lowest scale of time, the Lord of Mankind also opened his eyes, and the flaming sword rose up and blood spurted out instantly.

"So what happened?"

Heimdall, holding a horn, explained, "I didn't see what happened at all. The positions of the two changed in an instant, and Lord Zeus was bleeding! The God King Zeus was bleeding!"

"What did he do?"

Conrad couldn't help but ask.

"He filled this space with his spiritual energy, then forcibly stopped the movement of every atom. In other words, it can be understood as if he had paused time."

Neos said, "Zeus transcends time. Therefore, for the others watching, no matter how fierce the battle is, no matter how many rounds it lasts, the battle will be decided in an instant."

As he spoke, Zeus' body suddenly fell to the ground, and the Emperor, adhering to the principle of not wasting time if he could finish off the opponent, stabbed his sword into the opponent's neck without hesitation. The golden flames immediately spread to his body, but at this moment, countless thunders twisted on Zeus' body again.

Flames and thunder intertwined, and infinite light instantly engulfed everything on the field.

"Ah, it's true."

Asuka couldn't help but complain, "I should have worn a pair of sunglasses."

"You can't see clearly even with sunglasses, right?"

Shinji Ikari also said.

"It's a confrontation beyond the physical body."

A gentle voice sounded beside him, "In that instant, their speed exceeded the limit of time."

"you are?"

Asuka and Ikari Shinji turned around together, and both of them couldn't help but look at the naked boy in front of them with some embarrassment, with only a fig leaf covering the key parts of his lower body.

"My name is Adam."

The young man smiled and said, "Brunhild has already told me. Thank you all from other worlds for being willing to help my children through this difficult time."

"Adam!"

Ikari Shinji's eyes widened immediately, then he lowered his head and said, "Actually, we were just invited to watch the game."

"Is there something wrong with my name?"

Adam looked at Shinji Ikari's expression and couldn't help but ask in a strange way, "Or did Adam in your world do something extraordinary?"

"Yes."

Rei Ayanami silently replied, "In our world, Shinji is Adam's only lover."

Hearing this, Adam was also stunned. After a moment of stagnation, he asked in disbelief, "Are you Eve?"

Although Shinji Ikari's face inherited his mother's feminine beauty, it can still be seen as a man at first glance.

No, no, no, does that mean Adam in the other world is a female?

"That's not it!"

Shinji Ikari quickly explained, "The Adam in our world is different from you!"

"That's right!"

Asuka followed suit, explaining, "It has nothing to do with gender!"

"This, this is it."

Adam seemed relieved. "Brunhildr said I was supposed to play in this match, but because of the reinforcements from outside the world, I can only come to watch."

"I see."

Shinji Ikari nodded and said, "Don't worry, as long as we have Doraemon, we will be able to defeat any enemy."

"Thank you."

Adam smiled again and said, "This is the first time I know that humans in other worlds actually have such a posture."

"Well, indeed..."

Shinji Ikari nodded, and then suddenly couldn't help but think that the previous Unit-01 and Unit-02 could actually be considered human.

——After all, they are genetically identical to humans and have human souls. It can be said that their body and mind belong to humans, except that they are a little bigger in size.

Thinking of this, Shinji Ikari shook his head vigorously. Not to mention that EVA is now sealed somewhere with the disbandment of NEVR, the weakness of EVA without S2 mechanism and such a big tube inserted in the back is too obvious and it is not suitable for combat at all.

If EVA is forced to be brought in, it will have no value at all except to make the audience marvel at the rich species diversity of humans in other worlds.

"Eh."

Yoshida Saki couldn't help but put down the drawing board in her hand. She wanted to collect some materials, but this battle obviously exceeded the limits of mortal observation, so she couldn't draw anything at all.

"Speak of it."

She looked to the side "Are you also friends with Doraemon?"

"you too?"

Shinji Ikari asked in surprise.

"Well, my name is Yoshida Saki, and I'm a manga artist."

Yoshida Saki smiled and extended her hand. "Well, even though you're a manga artist, the stories are actually drawn based on Doraemon's own past experiences."

"I've read that comic."

Upon hearing this, Shinji Ikari couldn't help but say, "So you drew this? That's amazing."

"Well, after all, I put a lot of effort into honing my painting skills..."

Yoshida Saki was halfway through her words when she felt a huge shadow loom over her. She raised her head stiffly and saw several mechanical sages in blue robes approaching her.

"A work based on the past experiences of Om Messiah?"

The sage asked, staring at Yoshida Saki through the sensor on his head.

345

Chapter 345: The survival of gods.

"That, that."