"Thank goodness," Roy muttered, his voice filled with relief. "With your help, our chances of victory just got a lot better."
Privately, he thought to himself: It was near zero before, and now it's just slightly higher.
"But do we really need to fight?" Doraemon asked, tilting his round head. "Maybe you can all live together peacefully. Perhaps there's a way for everyone to become friends!"
Roy fell silent, his expression unreadable. He didn't expect the iron man—a relic of the Dark Age of Technology—to understand the significance of faith in this era.
In Doraemon's eyes, Roy saw an uncorrupted clarity, a sincerity that felt utterly out of place in their war-torn world.
"It's impossible," Roy said finally, his voice firm. "Those monsters cannot coexist with humanity. And…"
He hesitated, thinking of the prophecy spreading through their community—the prophecy that claimed the Emperor's armies were descending upon their Hive. If their faith was built on lies, what would those armies find when they arrived?
The thought chilled him to the core.
"No," he muttered. "Coexistence isn't an option."
"But what if there is a way?" Doraemon asked, pulling out a gadget.
"Time Projector!"
The futuristic gadget could predict the future based on specific actions. Doraemon adjusted the settings to simulate what might happen if the humans and their so-called angels tried to live together in peace.
Looking through the viewer, Doraemon saw the beginnings of harmony. With the help of his gadgets, the strange beings and humans worked together to rebuild their community. For a while, the Hive became a better place.
But just as Doraemon began to relax, the image shifted.
A new plague swept through the Hive, this time affecting the angels themselves. In their desperation, they turned on the humans, launching an all-out war. The peace Doraemon had hoped for dissolved into chaos, and the Hive descended into flames.
"That can't be right," Doraemon muttered, adjusting the settings to try again.
In a new simulation, he saw the humans reject the angels entirely. The people united under one banner and overthrew their oppressors, using Doraemon's gadgets to heal the sick and strengthen their defenses.
But as soon as the angels were defeated, an even greater calamity appeared: monstrous creatures blotted out the skies, and grotesque armies poured forth from the shadows. In every scenario, the Hive faced destruction, no matter what path they chose.
The more Doraemon looked, the worse it got.
In some futures, the Hive was overrun by green-skinned beasts roaring for war. In others, skeletal figures made of metal emerged from the ground, slaughtering everything in their path. In the worst futures, heavily armored giants descended from the heavens, fighting on all sides with no regard for the innocent lives caught in the crossfire.
"Why does it always end this way?" Doraemon murmured, his hands trembling as he closed the Time Projector.
He looked up at Roy, his round face filled with worry.
"I don't know what's happening here, but if these monsters threaten innocent lives, I'll help you fight them. Let's stop this together!"
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Roy watched in silence as Doraemon began pulling out gadgets from his pocket.
"These are the tools I'll give you," Doraemon said, laying them on the table one by one.
Air Cannon: A powerful weapon that uses compressed air to blast enemies.
Power Gloves: Gloves that enhance the wearer's strength, capable of smashing through walls.
Hotline Gun: A weapon that can melt through an entire building with a single shot.
Berserker Lance: A weapon so powerful it could destroy a tank in one strike.
Electric Blade: A self-fighting sword equipped with electric pulses to incapacitate enemies.
Stone Hat: For stealth operations, making the wearer invisible to detection.
"Wow…" Roy stared at the arsenal, overwhelmed. These gadgets were relics of unimaginable power. Even the most advanced weapons of the Top Hive couldn't compare.
"Can these really help us defeat them?" Roy asked, hope flickering in his voice.
"Yes," Doraemon said confidently. "If you use these wisely, you can save everyone!"
Roy clenched his fists, feeling a surge of determination.
"In that case, let's not waste time. We'll strike directly at the heart of the problem—the so-called angels. If we can eliminate them, we can begin rebuilding our faith."
He turned to his comrades, who nodded grimly. They all knew this mission would be dangerous, but there was no turning back.
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—Scene Break—
The Lower Hive was a place of despair, its streets filled with the stench of death and decay. The air was thick with tension as the people fought not just for survival but for scraps of hope.
In the chaos of the rebellion, the Four-Armed Emperor's loyalists were spread thin, fighting battles on multiple fronts. While most of the angels were preoccupied with suppressing revolts, Roy and his team used the distraction to approach their leader's lair.
Dressed in cloaks and equipped with Stone Hats, the group moved silently through the shadows, avoiding detection.
"This is it," Roy whispered as they reached a massive steel door. Beyond it lay the Four-Armed Emperor's sanctum.
"Are you ready?" Roy asked, looking at his team.
They nodded, their faces set with grim determination.
Doraemon adjusted his Stone Hat and stepped forward, his tiny body trembling slightly.
"Alright," he said. "Let's do this."