Doraemon for an imperfect world

Elder Talai clasped his hands together and said that he did not understand the language of Israel. After all, although the Second Galactic Empire was called an empire, it was actually a loose alliance. They had too many different distant relatives, and a considerable number of them did not even communicate by voice. Therefore, in addition to his own language, he only learned the language of the aliens. In his civilization, his original language was gradually being eliminated. People believed that the language of the aliens contained sacred power. "Israel, my distant relative, have you come here to bring any good news?"

Although he didn't know how they came, since they were able to come here, maybe he could take them away. For him, no matter what the cost, as long as civilization could continue, everything else didn't matter!

Kurilnai looked at Doraemon.

"Well, I'll help as much as I can."

Doraemon nodded vigorously and said, "What exactly do you need? Is it just to keep warm?"

"Dear guest, please come over here and discuss with us in detail."

To show his respect, Elder Taylor struggled to dismount from his mount, leaning his aged body against his scepter. He then addressed the bewildered people standing nearby in the flames, saying, "Clearly, this is God's will. Today is not the day for us to pass away. Children, please wait a little longer."

"Okay, we understand, Elder."

The people in the sacrificial fire spoke with some regret, but still walked out of the sacrificial fire one by one piously. There was no doubt that this flame that would not burn people was a miracle sent down from heaven!

Doraemon did not refute this. He walked forward to support the trembling old lizardman, and then, under the command of Elder Talai, went to an office. At this time, a pile of documents were placed in the office. Because of the translation konjac he had eaten, Doraemon could still see the information on them:

[My child is missing, I hope someone can be sent to help find my child.]

[Damn it, I hate soup. My life is filled with porridge and false promises!]

[Hope to build a brothel]

【…】

As if noticing Doraemon's gaze, Elder Talai diligently brought two chairs over, then sat down on his own, leaning on his scepter, and explained, "These are the demands of the people. Due to resource scarcity, every contribution needs to be carefully calculated, but our social system must respect the reasonable demands of every citizen."

Kurilnai was silent for a moment, then couldn't help asking, "...does this also include building a dedicated brothel in an environment of over seventy degrees below zero?"

As a sexually punished animal, the process of sexual reproduction is a torture left in their genes by their ancient enemies, so they are completely unable to understand their distant relatives' admiration for sex, and they cannot understand what kind of weirdo can come up with the idea of ​​building a brothel in an environment of minus seventy degrees Celsius outside.

"Well, of course, over 700 people submitted similar content in the petition collection box."

Elder Talai glanced at the printed text, then covered his head with his hands and stuffed the paper into the shredder with a tired look on his face. "This is a good thing, it means my people have not been overwhelmed by fear and despair."

After a pause, he continued, "Can you tell me how you got here? The Mechanical Apostles have clearly sealed off this star system."

"It came through the Anywhere Door, which is a prop that connects to a higher dimension."

Doraemon explained.

"High-dimensional space, I see. It's indeed a creation of aliens."

Elder Talai nodded and sighed, "I'm sorry, please forgive my rudeness, but at this point I really can't continue to be polite. As long as my people can survive, or at least let some of them survive, we can pay any price."

"Don't worry, I will definitely help."

Doraemon said, "But I still want to know, do you know anything about the Mechanical Apostles?"

"I don't know. They never communicate with outsiders. We can't even tell whether they are our distant relatives or just machines."

Elder Talai said in a bleak tone, "But if I have to say, I don't think they actually have any ill will towards us."

"No ill intentions?"

Kurilnai asked in shock, "Are you serious? They just blocked your star, and you say they have no ill will towards us."

“Are you weeding because you hate them?”

Elder Talai asked, "Hostility? That's the instinct of beings of the same level, but to them, we're probably no more than weeds on the ground. They wouldn't even bother destroying our civilization themselves, because we'd simply perish on our own in the process of their transformation of the star system due to our inability to adapt to the environment."

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Chapter 394: Sweat turns into a golden belt.

"That's it."

Doraemon nodded, then patted his chest and assured, "Anyway, we need to restore the sunlight first, right?"

"That's true."

Elder Talai nodded hesitantly. If possible, he would prefer to leave the planet directly through the existence in front of him. "But even if the star recovers, the Mechanical Apostle will not give up on us. Perhaps tomorrow an asteroid will fall from overhead and destroy everything in a simple and crude way."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but sigh.

Even Qu was once loyal to life, they twisted and conquered their victims, but in the end still allowed them to live. However, for the mechanical apostles, life is a luxury.

"I know, I will find a way."

Doraemon said as he began to think about what props could be useful, then suddenly asked as if he had thought of something, "Can you sweat?"

"Ok?"

Elder Talai seemed a little confused by this sudden change of topic, but out of respect for his life-saving straw, he nodded seriously and replied, "Yes, although our ancestors were cold-blooded animals, we later developed sweat glands in a convergent evolutionary way to adapt to the environment."

Our ancestors were cold-blooded animals?

Doraemon blinked, but didn't think much about it. He just thought that some aliens had been transformed into cold-blooded animals.

"In that case, wait for me for a moment."

Doraemon said this, lowering his head and diving into his pocket as the two alien descendants stared at him in shock. A moment later, he emerged with a large pile of bandanas. "Sweat-to-gold headband! Just wear this on your head and after strenuous exercise, it will collect your sweat and transform it into anything you want."

Because the number of props was really not enough, it specially used a copy mirror in its pocket to copy them several times before taking them out.

"Uh……"

Elder Talai first glanced at Kurilnai secretly, then whispered, "This doesn't sound very scientific?"

"Believe me, it's like this."

Doraemon said confidently, "With so many headbands, it should be enough to meet the needs of a whole city. Or if you don't believe me, you can just ask someone to try it out, right?"

"You misunderstood. We definitely don't mean to doubt you."

Before Elder Talai finished speaking, Kurilnai stood up impatiently and said, "Let me do it, please. I want to experience the technology of advanced civilization firsthand no matter what."

"No problem, here it is."

Doraemon said, handing the headband to the other party. "But first, let me make it clear that if it is not the sweat of labor, it will not be counted."

"I see!"

As he spoke, Kurilnai impatiently put the headband on his original body, then tried hard to drive his secondary body out of the room and began to run quickly in the corridor. As his tentacles moved violently, the progress bar on the headband began to accumulate.

"Okay, that's enough."

When he felt it was almost done, Doraemon called Kurilnai and after looking at the progress bar above his head, he said, "Now you can try to say what you want. At this level, you can probably make something small like a watch, right?"

"Is that so?"

Kurilnai stopped and breathed quickly through his own respiratory replica - although his own body also had the ability to breathe through the skin, that breathing ability was not even enough to supply oxygen to his own brain. As the price of abandoning everything to strengthen the brain, they had an extremely high dependence on the specialized lungs of the replica. If this replica was lost, the brain would temporarily fall into a sleep state to reduce consumption.

Kurilnai touched the headband on his forehead and said, "I want to use the standard weight particles of the Color Barrier Cluster to consume all my sweat to exchange them."

As soon as he finished speaking, five silver-white weights appeared in front of him, and then he caught them with the tentacles of his secondary body.

The so-called standard weight particles are objects made by the Color Barrier Cluster that weigh one hundred grams on their planet and have a standard spherical structure. The reason for making them is not because they have any practical value, but simply to show the members of the Color Barrier Cluster the extent of their precision processing capabilities.

But even so.

Kurilnai gently weighed the weights in his hand, and then asked curiously, "What kind of material are they transformed from?"

"Not."

Doraemon shook his head and said, "Didn't I already tell you that it was earned with your sweat?"

Running a few laps can exchange for 500 grams of matter. This simply violates the law of conservation of mass and energy, right?

And his sweat is still on the top of his head?

Elder Talai looked at Kurilnai and then at Doraemon. For a moment, he began to suspect that the two had teamed up to deceive him. However, considering that the other party had disappeared out of thin air and produced so many headbands out of thin air, he decided to give it a try. After all, they had nothing to lose at this point.

“What do we have to pay for this?”

Elder Talai leaned on his scepter and asked, "Although we can give you anything, since our resources are now exhausted, I'm afraid we'll have to write an IOU."

"It's okay. Just return the props to me after you resolve the crisis."

Doraemon shook his head and said, "No need to pay."

"really?"

Elder Talai's eyes widened. "No price required? Then why did you come here?"

"Of course it's because you need help."

Doraemon said as a matter of course, "And I just happen to have a way to help you, so I came here."

This, this also...

Elder Talai couldn't help but squint his eyes hard, carefully observing Doraemon in front of him, fearing that he had accidentally misheard because of his old age.

What kind of interstellar philanthropist is this?

After repeatedly confirming that he had heard correctly, Elder Talai nodded excitedly and said, "Okay, I understand. I will immediately arrange for people to prepare for the Games, following the standards of the Alien Olympus Games... Also, faith is the cornerstone of our maintenance of order, so I must tell my people some lies. I ask that you understand and don't expose them."

"No problem at all."

Doraemon nodded.

After receiving a positive answer, Elder Talai ran to the side and began to gather people, trembling with excitement. Thanks to his credibility, hundreds of sturdy spirit lizards were gathered to the altar that night. Because they are oviparous animals, gender does not have a big impact on their physical fitness.

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Chapter 395: Cosmic Picnic Combination.

"Everyone, I believe you have all realized it—yes, the gods are watching over us. The fact that the sacrificial fire wouldn't burn us before is proof of that!" Elder Talai said, standing on the altar with his hands raised high. "The gods have given me an oracle. Now is not the time for us to return to heaven. We still have more important missions and tasks to complete on earth!"

"What do you mean by more important missions and tasks?"

Someone couldn't help but ask.

"Continue our great civilization."

Elder Talai said loudly, "The evil mechanical apostles have blocked our star, but the merciful gods have bestowed their blessings. Next, we will use an ancient and grand sacrificial ceremony to select the strongest and most outstanding among us. This person will have the honor of praying to the gods with me for everything we need..."

As Elder Talai finished explaining the rules, a group of well-dressed spirit lizards couldn't wait to put on their headbands, ripped off their clothes and began an all-round competition around the altar. Under the command of Elder Talai, they began to go to the outskirts of the city to clean up the frozen steam pipes. Previously, because he felt that his civilization was about to end, Elder Talai had left the pipes alone, but now that he saw hope again, he had to repair them again.

Soon, the first Skink's headband showed a full progress bar. Elder Talai excitedly pulled him up to a higher place, raised the hand of the Skink whose progress bar was full, and said, "Come on, Musto. The gods have seen your efforts and devotion. Now tell us your wish. What do you want?"

Elder Talai, worried that the other party was unreliable, added, "You have to think about all of us. When asking for blessings, you can't just think about yourself. Only selfless dedication can please the gods."

Hearing the elder's words, Musto, who had originally wanted the gods to grant him a wife, quickly suppressed the words that were about to come out of his mouth and said again, "Meat! We have been eating gruel for too long. We want to eat meat!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a bag of meat fell in front of him.

Elder Talai first felt the weight of it, which was about ten pounds. Although it was not a lot, there were many people here. As long as there were people working at all times, it would definitely be enough to maintain everyone's survival. In addition, with the miracles on their side, these people had fanatical faith bonuses even when they were working.

There is salvation, our civilization is saved!

Thinking of this, Elder Talai was so excited that he couldn't help but burst into tears. "A miracle! This is a miracle! As long as you continue to work hard, the gods will bless you all equally!"

Seeing this true miracle, everyone present became more enthusiastic than ever before.

That night, on the icy planet that had been blocked from the star for nearly two years, the spirit lizards who had endured the bitter cold for a long time finally ate meat after a long time.

"It's really not easy."

Elder Talai looked at the meat in the bowl and was reluctant to put it in his mouth. He looked at it and sniffed the aroma of the meat. "Thanks to you, respected guests, you have given this planet a new life."

"But then again."

Doraemon asked, "Is this the only city left on this planet?"

"That's it for now."

Elder Talai sighed, "Originally, we had thousands of cities scattered across the planet, but ever since the star was blockaded, chaos has descended upon humanity. Cities have waged war over scarce resources, and individuals have fought over food. The order we were so proud of has vanished in the space of a few months. I led the ascetics through the ruins of the planet to collect survivors, and then to rebuild our civilization here, using faith as armor to withstand the harsh cold."

"Liar! He's a liar!"

As soon as Talai finished speaking, a skin lizard girl pushed open the door and rushed towards Doraemon, but was stopped by others halfway. "Don't listen to him! He lied to you, he lied to all of us!"

"This is Tarina."

Elder Talai rubbed his forehead helplessly and said, "I'm sorry, this child is usually too well protected."

After saying that, Elder Talai waved his hand to signal the others to let go of Tarina. Doraemon was now his hope for maintaining civilization, and he couldn't let him have any grudges no matter what, so any problems had to be made clear immediately.

"How is this going?"

Doraemon asked.