Doraemon for an imperfect world

"But there's no need for you to go there in person."

The assistant suggested again, "Other elders can also do it."

"It's not like that, Esh."

The Archon sighed. "We've been offending such a high-ranking being for several days now, so we must show our sincerity. That's why I have to go there in person."

Seeing this, Essie couldn't stop him any longer. She stood up and walked to the side to take out a portable secondary body to help the Archon change into it, and then they walked out the door together.

As a result of the competition for survival, their ancestors specialized their neural networks so that they could manipulate other Babel bricks. Embedding these different types of Babel bricks as replicas on their bodies became the basic way of their daily life in Israel.

At the same time, Doraemon was sitting cross-legged and reading a comic book, when he suddenly saw the Israelis surrounding him, who could be called a crowd, spread out to the left and right. Then a car stopped not far in front of him, and two Israelis who looked very high-ranking walked out of it and came to Doraemon gracefully.

In fact, Doraemon can't really tell the difference between them. After all, these creatures all look the same to it.

"Hello, my friend from afar."

The Archon stepped forward and bowed gracefully in the manner of the ancients. "I am Kurilnai, the Chief Archon of the Iselei Cluster. I'm sorry for offending you earlier. On behalf of everyone present, I apologize."

"Well, it's okay."

Doraemon put down the comic book in his hand and turned his head away with some dissatisfaction. "What is the so-called mechanical apostle?"

As expected, he is not a mechanical apostle.

Kurilnai also sat down on the ground opposite Doraemon and explained, "They are our distant relatives. They... Do you know about the existence of QU?"

Doraemon nodded slightly. He had already roughly understood what kind of civilization it was from the instruction manual.

——Probably the kind that would make Neos mad on the spot.

"That's good."

Kurilnai continued through his own voiced body, "The Mechanical Apostles were originally our cousins, suffering the same curse. However, they were much luckier than us. After the Abyssal Enemy, QU, left, they quickly regained the wisdom of the aliens and unearthed the legacy of the enemy and the aliens from the ruins. After that, perhaps out of hatred for their current bodies, or perhaps to adapt to the environment, they completely transformed themselves into machines and began to indiscriminately exterminate their former distant relatives."

"why?"

Doraemon asked in confusion, "Aren't you all descendants of humans?"

"Perhaps it's because they've already achieved a life-ascending stage, and they simply can't consider us, these backward life forms, as their own kind."

Kurilnai said with a sigh, "Of course, it's also possible that they genuinely hate modified bodies, but all of this is just speculation among the many civilizations of the Second Galactic Empire. They never communicate with outsiders."

"So, you thought I was a mechanical apostle at first, right?"

"Yeah, that's right."

Kurilnai nodded calmly and said, "If this offends you, you can always beat me up to vent your anger."

"How could I possibly do something like that?"

Doraemon curled his lips and said, "Anyway, I hope to learn about you and the history of the 'Second Galactic Empire' you mentioned, okay?"

"Of course, no problem. All libraries in the Israel Cluster are open to the public free of charge. You can go and browse anytime you like."

389

Chapter 389: The Great Enemy of the Past.

"Anyway, please follow me."

Kurilnai walked over and opened the car door himself and said.

This machine, which is suspected to be man-made by aliens, is really beyond imagination. They have no idea how it came to this planet, and the local ruins have long been dug up. Faced with this existence that appeared out of thin air and has seriously exceeded the technological content, he also put all his energy into it.

"Thank you."

Doraemon said as he walked forward, but as soon as he got within a meter of the vehicle, the barrier field took effect and pushed the car away.

Kurilnai:?

"Ok."

Seeing this, Doraemon had no choice but to turn off the barrier field before walking into the car again. After that, Kurilnai, who seemed to be thinking about something, squeezed his body connected to dozens of copies into the car.

"Speaking of which, this vehicle must be very inconvenient for you, right?"

Doraemon looked at the interior of the car and asked, "Why is it made like this?"

"Actually, there are vehicles suitable for us, but this type of vehicle was discovered among the remains of aliens. Every detail carries the cultural heritage of our ancient ancestors."

When talking about aliens, Kurilnai's words were filled with an almost religious enthusiasm.

In fact, this enthusiasm is very common in the Second Galactic Empire, and even outside the Second Galactic Empire, whether it is the mechanical apostles who destroy everything they see as a matter of course, or the star people who are the only group that has not been distorted beyond recognition by the terrifying dark power in the depths of the stars, and have evolved from living in a zero-gravity environment to rely on developed sphincters to expel gases produced during gastrointestinal digestion to move. When the descendants of the old masters of the stars broke free from the shackles of their former enemies and regained the great wisdom of their ancestors, they all have a heartfelt, even almost religious, worship of the culture and pure form of the star people.

"So what exactly happened in this world, and what exactly is the so-called QU?"

Doraemon sat in the carriage and looked out the window at the towering and developed industrial city. A large number of creatures made of replicas carefully cultivated in farms were wriggling in creepy shapes and walking on the streets. But after adapting to those alien shapes, he found that they were actually no different from the humans in the past. They were all busy in their own ways. On the street, two Israelis bought a bunch of balloons from a merchant and handed them to the child covered with a child-shaped replica next to them.

They don't seem to have the concept of wearing clothes... or is it that the secondary body itself serves as clothes for them?

"It's a long story."

Speaking of the legends of the past, Kurilnai couldn't help but straighten his body, and his tone became serious. This seriousness was given to the great race in the legend, the former masters of the stars, and the noble form that had not been desecrated.

"Do you know Terra?"

"Yeah. I know."

Doraemon nodded. The so-called Terra is actually another name for the Earth. It comes from the ancient Roman goddess of the earth and was originally evolved from the ancient Greek Gaia.

"Once upon a time, humans originated from that legendary star. In order to set foot on the stars, they spread the seeds of life to the stars. That is the origin of the star people."

Kurilnai's tone was deep and solemn, as if millions of years of history had been inflicted upon his body, a materialized heaviness and pain. "Many of the details are no longer verifiable. I only know that our ancestors, at one point, encountered a formidable enemy among the stars. They were a race as powerful as gods, and they attacked humanity without mercy. It's said that our ancestors resisted two invasions, but ultimately fell to the third."

Doraemon let out a long sigh and became serious about the suffering endured by mankind.

"So what kind of race is QU?"

"According to the records in the ruins, they were a mad species that advocated biological modification and believed that wantonly distorting other creatures was their mission."

Kurilnai said, "All of their creations are based on modified creatures, whether it's living spaceships, biological weapons, or their own modified bodies. After conquering the stars here, they used the aliens across the starry sea as raw materials to keep their society running."

Kurilnai didn't continue speaking, but Doraemon already understood what happened to those humans in the end.

After all, the description in the instruction manual of the manufacturing machine that "in order to ensure that they, as the defeated, can feel the humiliation, their consciousness and eyes have been preserved" is enough to give this parenting robot an incomparable and profound shock.

Those who initially resisted bravely were turned into living filters without bones and internal organs, forced to eat the invaders' excrement to survive. While retaining all their consciousness and senses, they were completely unable to resist. This lasted until the invaders left and their descendants degenerated the brains that their ancestors had once been proud of.

Although I don't want to interfere with history, I still have to find time to go back to that time point.

If I just do it myself, it feels like it's not enough. I should call the Mechanical School or ask Neos for help.

"So, if you would like to ask, who created you?"

Kurilnai asked, looking at Doraemon who was lost in thought.

"I am a creation of humans from another world."

Doraemon explained, "But the humans in our world don't have such a complicated fate as yours."

"Unaltered, purely human?"

There was a hint of bitter longing in Kurilnai's tone. "Have they actually developed to the point where they can travel to other worlds at will?"

If they had not encountered the invasion of QU, would they have been able to reach this level?

"Actually, it's not like you can travel through time at random. Without coordinates, you can only jump randomly."

Doraemon said casually, "But you must have your own purpose for coming to me, right?"

Thinking about it, Doraemon began to think about the props that could be used. The advancement and regression radiation gun might be able to turn these creatures back into the untransformed alien form. As long as they wanted, Doraemon didn't mind lending them a helping hand.

"We don't want to ask for anything from you, but I believe our ancestors share a common origin with your creator, so we can be considered cousins."

Kurilnai's body squirmed a few times, as if trying to appear polite to close the distance. "To be honest, the Second Galactic Empire is currently facing unprecedented danger. Countless of our distant relatives are being invaded by mechanical apostles and are gradually heading towards destruction..."

390

Chapter 390: Skink.

"The mourning from across the galaxy never ceases. The Mechanical Apostles, like harvesting the meat blanket in their own yard, naturally wipe out every species within their expansion. Even their former great enemies would not be as ruthless as they are in their desire to wipe out every living thing they see."

"So you want my help in solving the war?"

Doraemon asked in a troubled tone.

It might be possible if the Peace Antenna is combined with a signal amplifier. After all, even the Necrontyr and the Old Saints could be stopped, so there is no reason why the Mechanical Apostles of this world cannot be stopped.

"No, you misunderstood. How could we possibly expect you to handle this matter alone?"

"I simply wish to establish contact with another great civilization," Kurilnai said. "That's all."

"If you just want to establish connections, I can help introduce many different human civilizations from other worlds."

Doraemon said, "But the civilization that created me might be a little difficult."

"That's it."

Kurilnai wasn't disappointed. Just as he was about to say something, a data tablet in the briefcase of his assistant, Eshi, who was sitting beside him, issued a sharp alarm. He immediately turned around and asked, "What happened?"

"This is a communication from the Skink Republic. The Senate has elevated this information to the highest level and sent it to you."

Eshi took out the data board from the briefcase through the tentacles extending from his secondary body. After taking a quick look at it, he held it between two tentacles and handed it to Kurilnai. When Kurilnai saw the icon on the information, the secondary body used to provide vision could not help but tremble slightly due to his violent emotional fluctuations.

After a moment's silence, Kurilnai extended the tentacles of his secondary body into his assistant's briefcase, then took out a dark blue pen, the same color as the ocean on Terra in the legend. He then removed a piece of secondary body that was wrapped around the main body to provide insulation and other functions, and silently drew a line on his face.

Doraemon blinked his eyes. Including this one, there were already eight regular characters on Kurilna's main body which was wrapped by the secondary body.

"This symbol signifies that another world has encountered the rapidly expanding Mechanical Apostles."

Kurilnai said sadly, "This is a suicide note. Considering the astronomical distance between us and the consistent strategies of the Mechanical Apostles, perhaps they are now on the road to extinction."

"This is His Majesty the Archon's custom. To remember those distant relatives across the starry sea, he uses a specially made fuel to leave a mark on his skin every time he receives a suicide note."

Essie explained, "This dye will bind to proteins. For us, that color will stay with us for a lifetime. Since he became Archon, a full forty worlds have transformed into symbols bearing his body."

"So that civilization has been destroyed?"

Doraemon asked in shock.

"Maybe not yet."

Kurilnai opened the video recorded as a suicide note and said, "The Mechanical Apostles' usual practice is to first use special equipment to block sunlight. If other life can still survive, they will push asteroids towards the planet. Although they have been observed to have a large army, they rarely deploy them personally."

"Then there's still time!"

Doraemon quickly said, "Wait! Stop the car."

Kurilnai blinked, paused the video that had just started playing, and widened his eyes as if he realized something.

Could it be that this robot, which claims to be created by humans from a parallel world, is capable of crossing astronomical distances of light years in an instant?

That’s too outrageous, right?

But having said that, he still stopped the driver, and then saw Doraemon take out a pink door frame from his palm-sized pocket.

Kurilnai fell silent.

When Doraemon stuffed the palm-sized barrier field into his pocket, he didn't think much about it. He just thought that the robot cat's belly was just dented, but now how did you take out such a large door frame?

Am I dazzled?

Kurilnai rubbed the secondary body that provided him with vision, then crawled to the back of the car, opened the trunk, took out the spare secondary body and put it on his head. Then he walked over and circled the door several times, feeling the thickness of the door with the tentacles on the secondary body in surprise.

So what is going on here?

"Anyway, do you know the exact location of that planet?"

Doraemon asked Kurilnai, who was trying to make the secondary body that provided him with tentacles into a spare one.

"Yes, of course I know."

Kurilnai instinctively replied, "What's the problem?"

"That's good. Next, turn the doorknob while thinking about the location over there."

Doraemon said this, pushing the bewildered Kurilna towards the Anywhere Door.

"Wait a minute, what does this mean? Is this some kind of ritual?"

Kurilnai asked somewhat bewilderedly, then placed his hand on the door handle. "Unless this door of yours can be directly connected to the colony of those Skink Lizards, then anyway..."

As he spoke, Kurilnai reluctantly pushed open the portal, and suddenly a planet deprived of sunlight appeared in front of him. The star transformation tens of millions of years ago ensured that it still had an atmospheric environment suitable for the descendants of aliens to live in. However, the cold wind after losing the sunlight was howling all the time across the land, causing Kurilnai's outer body to shiver uncontrollably.