Doraemon for an imperfect world

But then again, where is Neos?

Outside the banquet hall, Angron was gazing up at the starry sky of the universe. His brain, damaged by the Butcher's Nails, began to function at the level expected of a Primarch, collecting and organizing information of the universe as quickly as the most advanced astronomical observatory.

"What's wrong, kid? Why are you standing here alone?"

He heard an ethereal voice coming from behind him.

"Feel sorry."

“I’m just looking back at my life,” he said.

"Are you sorry?"

Neos sat on the fence next to Angron, gently swinging her feet. "You've thought of something, can you share it with me?"

Angron did not refuse. He really had a lot to say, and only this woman could be the most suitable listener.

"I saw a bull."

Angron said, "When it was young, it was tied to a dry, withered branch. It couldn't break free when it was young, and when it grew up, it didn't want to break free either. So it became a slave from the inside out."

Angron remembered his years as a gladiator, how he constantly killed other gladiators to survive, and it was not until the death of Oinomaus that he resolved to lead his brothers in rebellion. Even after that, even though he called the Emperor a slave master, he still carried out the Great Crusade in his name like a slave, venting all his dissatisfaction on his own children.

If you think about it carefully, he was actually longing for a rebellion from the World Eaters at that time. He hoped that his descendants would rebel against him like he did on Nuceria, and then chop off his head.

"Well, what a sad childhood."

Neos commented, "It's okay. We still have the rest of our lives to heal your childhood, right?"

"Where did he go?"

Angron suddenly asked.

Neos naturally knew who Angron was talking about—undoubtedly, it was another version of herself.

"Back to Terra to recruit soldiers."

Neos explained, "This Ragnarok seems to involve some higher-level beings. I'm not sure if this entire competition is a large-scale sacrificial ritual or some other conspiracy, but in any case, we can't let this competition continue."

351

Chapter 351: The Four Supreme Gods.

"Speaking of which, Ms. Yoshida."

Matou Sakura asked curiously, "How's your comic drawing going?"

“It’s just a draft.”

Yoshida Saki hesitated as she pulled the sketch from her pocket. She had come back alone this time because her child had to go to school. "Although Madoka's story does seem quite good, it feels a bit inappropriate for children to see a character who is supposed to be a reliable senior suddenly beheaded."

"But it's interesting, isn't it?"

Matou Sakura said with sparkling eyes, "Just imagine that the audience was expecting the senior to make a big splash, but suddenly he got beheaded...ah, it's interesting just thinking about it."

Looking at a pyramid dish made of the belly of the Agas fish, a specialty of the Human Empire, dripping with honey, Tōsaka Tokiomi was hesitating about where to start eating with his chopsticks more elegantly. When he heard this, his brain froze for a moment.

Is this still my well-behaved and sensible daughter?

"Oh, don't be surprised, she usually has much more bad taste than this."

Matou Shinji, who had been teased since childhood, said angrily, "Pretending in front of others..."

"Hey, Brother, what are you talking about?"

Sakura Matou narrowed her eyes and approached Shinji Matou and asked.

Matou Shinji silently looked away.

"No, it's nothing."

He didn't want to find out that his matcha chocolate had been replaced with wasabi when he was eating chocolate that day.

"By the way, is this really okay?"

Medusa asked, "Didn't you say you were going to decipher the magic circuit here?"

"Well, actually, although the magic circuit sounds incredible, it's actually not that technically difficult."

Matou Sakura explained casually, "The remaining liquid magic power can be used to unleash all the details of the magic circuit's operation. We only need to crack the initial part, and the rest can be followed step by step. Therefore, I have already distributed the work to multiple laboratories around the world. After promising to increase their salaries eightfold, they guarantee that they will be able to analyze the magic circuit's operating mechanism within a month at most."

"Eight, eight times?"

Matou Shinji was shocked. "So much at once?"

"That's not the case. I just told them three times that their salary would be doubled."

Matou Sakura shrugged and said, "It's just a small amount of money for the uncles anyway."

In order to realize my ideals, this little money is nothing!

"But it's all thanks to my brother."

Matou Sakura said, and immediately looked at Matou Shinji with admiration, "Ah, brother-sama is really amazing."

Matou Shinji: ...

Ever since he was little, whenever this kid showed this kind of expression to me, it was always bad news.

"Oh? Comics? Interesting."

Gilgamesh, who was sitting at another table with Enzi, looked over with interest. "I wouldn't mind spreading my deeds to another world."

"really?"

Yoshida Saki immediately came over and asked, "Do you have a story that would be suitable for adaptation into a manga?"

"Hmph, a Holy Grail War without that robot cat interfering. Interested?"

Gilgamesh asked through the ruby-red wine, shaking a glass of grape tart wine, a specialty of the human empire, Quatis.

On the other side, Neos came to Doraemon, patted its shoulder gently and said, "Can you come with me for a moment?"

"Ok?"

Doraemon, who had stuffed his stomach so full of Dorayaki that he could barely move, asked in confusion:

"What's wrong?"

"We discovered something remarkable."

Neos first released psychic energy to cover the banquet hall, and then explained, "We have discovered that among these existing gods, there are some even more powerful primordial gods."

"Eh?"

Doraemon asked in surprise, "Original God?"

"Well, the being that created the world in the first place."

Neos explained, "The strongest of these primordial gods are known as the Four Supreme Gods. Each of them has their own strengths, unique skills, and their fighting spirit and endurance are truly astonishing."

"Create the world?"

Several constellations immediately came over and asked curiously, "Is it like that with the God Carpet?"

"Although I don't know what it is, I feel like I need to refresh my understanding of you."

Neos said, "Anyway, this so-called Ragnarok seems to be some kind of conspiracy, so we can only have one more match at most, and then we must find another way to force these so-called gods to give up their genocide of humanity."

She didn't know what conspiracy was going on in this game, so the best option was to interrupt the game completely and no longer act according to the rules of the gods.

——As the God-Emperor of the Human Empire, she has her own rules.

"Another way?"

"Ah."

Neos nodded and said, "My other self said something like 'I've never felt that being the master of mankind is a very happy thing' while going back to gather the army. I should be back soon."

"So in the end, it still has to be solved by war?"

Doraemon said helplessly.

"I will try to communicate with those gods again, but from Loki's memories, it seems that they have been secretly angry because of the unexpected three consecutive defeats. I guess it will be difficult to resolve the issue peacefully even if I talk to them."

Neos sighed and said, "It's barbaric to only use violence to solve problems, but some things can only be solved by violence."

After a pause, she continued, "I'm telling you this just so you can be prepared. I'll go talk to Shakya next, but as the most special one among us, you may have become the target of the gods."

"It's ok!"

Scorpio stood in front of Doraemon and said, "We will protect Doraemon every step of the way."

"Better so."

Neos hesitated, perhaps feeling a little offended, but continued, "I think many of those gods are strange-looking. If something like a rat suddenly jumped out, you might do something extreme."

Although she had not experienced it personally, she still discovered from the traces in the subspace that Doraemon was frightened by the Chaos God Tzeentch's mouse illusion and almost took out the Galaxy Destroyer Bomb and detonated it on the spot. No matter what, that thing was a bit too dangerous in the hands of a childcare robot, especially when it was used to kill mice.

Well, this is really undeniable.

After all, there is indeed a lot of species diversity on the side of the gods in the opposite spectator seats these days. There is a snake god who is said to have been able to crawl because his limbs were cut off by Adam. There is also a beast god with a leopard head. The most outrageous one is a god with an octopus head and two small wings that looks like Cthulhu.

Since such bizarre creatures already exist, the emergence of a rat god doesn't seem to be a surprising thing.

"It's ok!"

Scorpio continued, "We won't let any animal that looks like a rodent near Doraemon!"

352

Chapter 352 Gilgamesh VS Shiva.

The next morning, Neos personally went to talk with the gods who might side with humanity, and the Primarchs also began to prepare for the conflict with their legions.

Even if he was just sitting in the audience, Doraemon could feel that there was something clearly wrong with the atmosphere of the gods across from him.

Depression, resentment, unwillingness, humiliation, and...fear.

The unknown is always the most frightening, and at this time the parallel world seems to have turned into a bottomless abyss. When they want to exterminate mankind at will, all kinds of monsters emerge from this abyss. Even the so-called omniscient and omnipotent king of gods was defeated in an instant. Most people did not even realize what was happening. All this is almost unimaginable for the gods who have always been high and mighty.

Only at this moment did they realize what it meant to be able to travel between countless parallel worlds on their own - that was something not even the gods could do!

Unlike the ordinary spectators, the renowned gods of each pantheon stared down with heavy expressions, wondering what kind of monster would appear this time. "Then, let me explain first."

A beautiful figure with long green hair who looked like a woman walked onto the stage. She did not take Heimdall's horn but simply used magic to amplify her voice and spoke.

"Although I find it difficult to understand how a one-on-one battle could decide humanity's survival, if that were the only option, he would definitely not lose to anyone!"

As he spoke, a golden figure walked out with brisk steps and an indescribable smile on his lips.

How long has it been since we fought side by side like this?

It really is, it makes one feel happy from the bottom of their heart!

"He is the oldest king in human history, the ruler of Uruk, and my dear friend!"

Enkidu loudly introduced his best friend to the people and gods around him. Their eyes met, each sensing the other's eagerness and shared joy. "He was initially a defiant tyrant, then, after defeating Humbaba and the Bull of Heaven, he began to fear death. After a long and arduous journey, he gave up his obsession with immortality and returned to his country, becoming a wise monarch."

"Ah! Could it be that?"

An archaeologist in the human spectator booth suddenly said excitedly, "The one recorded in mankind's oldest heroic epic..."

"Well, two-thirds is God, and one-third is a human hero king."

Enkidu shouted, "Gilgamesh!"

"Two-thirds, one-third..."

Aquarius couldn't help but ask in confusion, "How did they come up with this ratio?"

"Hmm, maybe the gods are tetraploid."

Matou Sakura speculated, "After all, the legendary Gilgamesh seems to have been childless. If gods are tetraploid and humans are diploid, then a triploid demigod makes sense, right?"

"Oh, that's it."

Sagittarius then exclaimed, "Is it like a seedless watermelon?"

No wonder there are no children.

"By the way!"

Enzidu spoke again, "Two-thirds here refers to the power and wisdom of God, and one-third refers to human lifespan."