To the Imperfect World, I Offer Doraemon

Step, step...

The muddy ground of the dark pipe echoed with footsteps, water stains squelching underfoot. Roy, wearing his stone helmet and gripping the heat gun tightly, cautiously navigated the intricate maze of the tunnels, sinking deeper into darkness and shadow, heading toward the source of decay and corruption.

Suddenly, a shadow flitted past. Everyone froze. A pitch-black creature, with four arms spread wide, dangled from the tunnel ceiling, crawling overhead like a silent patrol.

"Don't worry," Doraemon reassured them, "it can't detect us. But how did so many of these creatures gather so silently?"

"Usually, we'd lure outsiders here," Roy explained. "Friends, lovers, employees of the cult members, or sometimes deceived or outright kidnapped victims. After receiving the Angel's Kiss, they and their offspring become part of us."

"Angel's Kiss?"

"Perhaps some kind of corruption," Roy replied ambiguously.

In truth, Roy didn't fully understand his own kind. Accepting that he himself might not be human was already a monumental struggle, let alone coming to terms with those monstrous creatures, far more defiled than him.

But on closer thought, the appearance of these "angels" seemed to follow certain patterns.

If his own offspring in the future followed this trajectory… Roy shuddered. Best not to have children at all.

The idea of giving birth to such alien monsters sent waves of revulsion through him, even sparking an impulse to wield the knife against himself.

As they pressed forward, a massive creature crouching in a central seat appeared before them.

"Get ready. When I count to one, attack all at once," Doraemon instructed, aiming the heat gun at the massive gene stealer chieftain. "Three, two, one!"

Dozens of attacks fired simultaneously, unleashing a tremendous explosion that kicked up a thick cloud of dust. The deafening roar reverberated through the intricate tunnels, the echoes hammering repeatedly into the minds of all living things in the vicinity.

Doraemon instinctively covered its ears. As the thunderous noise faded, it hesitantly peeked up. "Did we succeed?"

Surely it had to succeed. No carbon-based lifeform could survive such concentrated firepower.

Taking out its Peeping Telescope from its pocket, Doraemon peered through the swirling dust.

Through the lens, it locked eyes with a pair of sinister, inhuman eyes deep within the haze.

Those eyes, brimming with malice and violence, froze Doraemon in its tracks.

Impossible. It's still alive?!

The massive creature bore visible wounds—one shot from the heat gun had grazed its body. But now, an invisible barrier encased it, shielding it from further harm. As frost began to spread from its feet, the towering beast let out a piercing howl. The raw power of its roar blew the surrounding dust away, revealing its towering, unyielding figure.

"What's going on? Psychic powers?" Doraemon exclaimed, clutching its stone helmet tightly. Even so, its round body nearly toppled under the force.

"Psychic energy!" Roy shouted, holding onto his stone helmet. "Don't stop! Keep attacking!"

With his command, the towering chieftain suddenly vanished, its shadow swiftly reappearing. In a devastating strike, it descended from above, crushing an unlucky comrade whose stone helmet had been blown off.

But there was no time for mourning. Weapons were promptly aimed and fired, unleashing a torrent of firepower. Yet the chieftain displayed agility that defied its massive size, dodging attacks with ease and allowing them to tear through its lair instead.

As the beast let out another roar, numerous smaller psychic constructs materialized around it. These gene-imbued familiars, armed with razor-sharp claws, lunged toward the source of the attacks, targeting anyone whose stone helmets had been knocked off.

It was a grim realization for the chieftain—it could not see its foes, but its minions could still sense them through sheer proximity. With renewed determination, it charged, aiming to crush the unseen enemies through brute force.

"Stop! Cease fire!" Roy shouted. Lowering his gun, he took a step forward, standing resolutely in the face of the charging beast.

Behind him, the gene stealers hesitated, holding back their attacks.

"You're confused, aren't you, you monstrous aberration!" Roy declared. He reached out, grappling one of the chieftain's limbs. The chieftain, towering over Roy, growled menacingly, its claws swiping down toward him.

Before its claws could strike, Roy's fists, clad in the Power Gauntlets, smashed against the chieftain's carapace. Cracks spiderwebbed across its armor-like exterior as the beast recoiled. However, its familiars swarmed Roy, their claws raking through his flesh.

Gritting his teeth, Roy grabbed one of the familiars, crushing it with the strength granted by the gauntlets. He swung again, punching through another wave of psychic apparitions.

Blood seeped from countless wounds, but Roy barely felt the pain. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, sharpening his focus.

If I can't end this beast here, at least I can cripple its forces. Let the others finish the fight.

He inhaled deeply, preparing to deliver another strike.

At that moment, Doraemon pulled out a peculiar square device from its pocket.

"Soundwave Pest Eliminator!" Doraemon announced nervously. Adjusting the machine, it added, "And as ammunition… Giant's singing voice!"