Doraemon for an imperfect world

"Hidden piece!"

"Yes, it's me." The girl nodded vigorously. "Is the elder still here?"

"always there."

"That's good. I have something to ask the elders."

As An Zi said this, he turned around and climbed down the ladder gently.

Although the sewer is dark, it is not dirty. The children gathered here regard it as their family. They depend on each other and take good care of the environment here. Some children even carefully paint the walls with the paintbrushes they picked up to form colorful graffiti.

But Anzi soon discovered something was wrong:

"What's going on with that?"

She raised her head and saw a very obvious charred spot on the top of her head.

"Some adults tried to throw a burning blanket down the well, but they were struck by lightning right at the start. That's the mark left by the lightning strike." The girl's voice brightened as she explained cheerfully, "But the blanket they used to light the fire was quite soft."

"Hmm? Is it comfortable?"

"Yeah, it's super comfortable!" She nodded vigorously. "But it's great that you're back. I heard that you were taken away by the police, and I was worried for a long time."

An Zi gritted his teeth and looked away. "I almost didn't make it back alive."

"Hmm?" the girl asked immediately. "What happened?"

"Well, I was just lucky enough to meet someone who wanted to take me in." Anzi scratched his head. "That person also said that he hoped I could talk to the elders and bring everyone over there."

"So suspicious..."

"Hehe, you'll understand when you see it with your own eyes."

"it?"

"You'll understand when you see it."

After walking for a while, they finally saw the middle-aged man called the elder, and beside the elder was... Aihara Enju.

"Elder." Anzi quickened his pace and came to the elder. Then he once again confirmed the girl beside the man, and then asked in surprise, "Yanzhu? Why are you here?"

"It's Anzi, do you know him?" the elder asked curiously.

"Yes, we met when we were wandering around." Anzi asked curiously, "But why did Yanzhu come here? Was she abandoned?"

"I'm not abandoned." Aihara Enju turned her head away as if she was upset, but immediately turned back again as if relieved. "I'm so glad you're okay. When I saw you being taken away by the police, I thought you were in danger."

"Well, I almost got into danger." Anzi subconsciously grabbed his arm. "It's really embarrassing that you saw me in such a mess... But Yanzhu should be an Initiate now. Could it be that he didn't want to protect those humans anymore, so he sneaked out?"

At the end, she couldn't help but sound a little excited.

After all, she has never had a good impression of those adults. On the one hand, she is discriminated against by them, and on the other hand, she has to fight for them. Isn't it strange to think about it?

"No, I'm just..."

"It seems that because you accidentally exposed your identity, you've been isolated by others." Mr. Matsuzaki explained with a wry smile, "Although no one here will discriminate against you anymore, have you really made up your mind?"

Aihara Enju just pursed her lips, looking like she didn't know how to answer.

"Can I wait a while before giving you an answer?" she asked anxiously. "Rentaro will definitely come back to find me, so, so..."

"Of course." Mr. Matsuzaki smiled. "When you still have a choice, try not to regret it."

"And me, Elder." Anzi twisted his body and nimbly squeezed in front of Mr. Matsuzaki. Then, in a cheerful tone that was almost jumping for joy, he said, "Listen, Elder, I met a robot that came back from the future!"

"Robots of the future?" Matsuzaki's tone seemed a little confused.

"Yeah, it's a childcare robot that calls itself Doraemon. It also says it wants to create a new world to take in children like us." Anzi said expectantly, "So, Elder, can you come in with us?"

"Creating the world?" Matsuzaki couldn't help but narrowed his eyes.

Could this child have encountered some evil cult?

In fact, even now, there are many religions in the world that worship protostomes. They believe that protostomes are the incarnation of God, born specifically to destroy humans on earth, and the cursed children are the bridge between humans and God, and are God's messengers.

As for the so-called new world, it is a common tactic used by these cults.

What's ironic is that although they are a cult, because of their teachings they often treat cursed children much better than ordinary people.

"That's right," Anzi said seriously. "And I also participated in it, using a scepter to stir the cosmic dust to form various galaxies! And, that adult also wrote on a stone tablet that no one can harm us, otherwise they will be struck by lightning."

It seems that the cult is here to stay.

Matsuzaki sighed silently in his heart, then gently rubbed Anzi's head:

"Just in case, Anzi, you should not have any contact with those people again."

At the same time, Doraemon, who was far away in the shelter, covered his head helplessly.

It seems that some serious misunderstanding has occurred accidentally.

Let’s think of a way first…

"No, no, no! We can't delay! We have to bring those children back immediately!"

Just when Doraemon was hesitating, suddenly a voice mixed with anger appeared in the room. It was startled, but found that the person who made the voice was actually another self?

The man who was still wearing the Time Belt was gritting his teeth, his eyes red with anger.

"Listen up! My past self will bring the children back immediately, no matter what means he uses."

"Huh? But!"

"No buts!" Doraemon from the future waved his fists vigorously and stamped his feet angrily, as if he was about to lose his mind because of anger. He had never been so crazy even when Nobita put the mouse model on his face. "And you must immediately add to the Ten Commandments that you are not allowed to plan terrorist attacks against the cursed children, even if you just think about it!"

Volume 2: Black Bullet: Chapter 110: An Unsatisfactory Future Never Exists in the First Place

For Doraemon, if a future makes him dissatisfied enough to temporarily lower his bottom line, he has a way to kill it before it happens. Moreover, there are no time police patrolling this world.

So if something happens in the future that makes you so angry that you go back in time to warn your present self, that would be quite reasonable.

But first you have to calm the other person down.

"Let me find...the reconciliation stick!"

Doraemon took out the reconciliation stick from his pocket and placed it in front of his future self's mouth. The function of this prop is to calm people's anger, but it does not make the anger disappear out of thin air. Instead, it temporarily suppresses it back into the stomach. Therefore, if it is used too many times on a person, the accumulated anger may turn into actual heat and explode.

"Forget it." Doraemon soothed.

As the reconciliation stick took effect, Doraemon from the future finally calmed down, and suddenly fell to the ground and burst into tears:

"It's all my fault, wow... I overestimated people's limits. I killed those children. It's all my fault... I can't even take care of children. I might as well just give up!"

"Wait a minute!" Doraemon saw his future self pull out a wooden hammer from his pocket and quickly rushed forward to stop him. "So, what happened?"

"It was a terrorist attack." Doraemon from the future said while wiping away tears. "Someone launched a terrorist attack on the children in the sewer. When I felt it, it was already..."

"Eh? But the Ten Commandments tablets..."

"It was a suicide attack," Future Doraemon explained through sobs. "The attacker seemed to mistake the lightning strikes for some kind of power for the children, and they were determined to detonate the bomb despite the lightning strikes."

"what?"

Doraemon couldn't help but look shocked.

So since we have already realized this, why not fight against those real protogastric animals?

"I understand." Doraemon clenched his fists. "I will never let that kind of future happen."

"Well, please." Doraemon from the future said sincerely, "However, there are some things that need special attention."

"please say."

"The first is the giant stone tablet used to drive out the gastrula. Because the manufacturer cut corners, it will soon be damaged, and then a large number of gastrula will invade."

"Huh?" Doraemon couldn't help but feel shocked. "Could such a vital piece of equipment be cut corners?"

"That's what I mean." Doraemon from the future waved his round hands in dissatisfaction. "That's simply unreasonable!"

"Okay, I understand." Doraemon nodded. Although it sounded dangerous, it would not be difficult for it to find a solution as long as it knew it in advance.

"Next are the organizations called the Goshokai and the Japan Pureblood Association," Future Doraemon continued. "The former is a group that wants to cultivate protogasters resistant to metal and use them to conquer the world. The latter is an organization with nearly 100,000 members who harbor hostile intentions towards children. This attack was also carried out by their brainwashed lower-level members."

Speaking of this, Doraemon from the future couldn't help but feel a little angry.

"They hid behind the scenes and instigated others to attack innocent children. This is unforgivable! It's truly unforgivable! We must teach them a lesson with the Hell Box!"

"Okay, I understand." Doraemon nodded seriously and said, "Leave it to me."

"Then please."

Doraemon from the future bowed sincerely, then stood up and adjusted the time scale on his time belt. "By the way, it won't be long before another Stage 5 protogastric animal approaches here. Be careful."

"Don't worry, I'll be ready."

"That's good."

Doraemon from the future sighed, then twisted his time belt and returned to a new timeline that had been modified and where the children would not be attacked.

After his future self left, Doraemon immediately took out the Anywhere Door and, without caring about the panic his appearance might cause, immediately went to the sewer.

At this time, Mr. Matsuzaki was kindly pulling Anzi to sit down and listening to her talk about her experiences:

"Then Doraemon took out a lot of books and plugged light bulbs into the books, and then all the historical figures appeared. I even saw Tesla and Edison fighting." Anzi narrated very seriously.

Mr. Matsuzaki nodded silently, thinking about how to educate his children not to be deceived.

There's also the Edison vs. Tesla thing, this is extremely outrageous no matter how you think about it.

At this moment, the pink door panel suddenly appeared in front of him out of thin air.

"Hello." The door opened and a blue figure walked out cautiously. "Um, I'm Doraemon."

"...?"

Mr. Matsuzaki was stunned for a moment, and his brain went into a state of shutdown due to the sudden change.

"tanuki?"

"No!" Doraemon explained helplessly, "It's a cat! A cat-shaped robot!"

"Yes, it's a cat-shaped robot from the 22nd century." Anzi also echoed, "But why did Doraemon come here?"

Is this different from what was promised?

"That's a long story." Doraemon walked forward and greeted softly, "Although it may be a bit abrupt, I still hope you can come with me to see the new world that the children have created together, and then consider whether to let the children come over?"

"Ah?" Matsuzaki first looked at Doraemon, then at Anzi who was looking expectantly, then looked at the Anywhere Door behind Doraemon and nodded stiffly, "Ah... okay."

"That's good." Doraemon quickly grabbed his hand and said, "Please follow me."

What is going on? Am I hallucinating because I’m so worried about the children all day long?

And this hand...

He lowered his head and saw Doraemon's small round hand pulling his arm, but the question was how was it holding him?

With such a confused look on his face, he was finally pulled by Doraemon to the God's carpet.

"Look, elder, this is the new world I told you about." An Zi excitedly pointed at a nebula on the carpet and said, "Look, this is what I stirred with my own hands."

It's like kneading dough.

"Anyway, I'd better go and see it myself."

Doraemon said as he placed the halo on Mr. Matsuzaki's head and gave it a gentle push.

——Dividing——Line——

PS: I suddenly wanted to write a sequel about Nobita going to Warhammer, so the next chapter will be at the end of the previous volume.

Volume 2: Black Bullet: Chapter 111: Doraemon God and Loli Angel

"Ah! Ah-"

Mr. Matsuzaki first let out a cry of surprise, and then fell into the dark starry sky.

Wait, this is outer space?

He subconsciously covered his mouth and nose, but found that his breathing was not affected at all. Then he saw a child with a halo on his head flying to his side very naturally.

Oh my god, angel?

"Follow me, Elder." Anzi held Mr. Matsuzaki's hand and slowly descended towards the earth while the latter was confused.