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"He experienced the immense tragedy of Shizuka's death, then ruled the universe, and finally, in order to change all of this, he poured out everything he had and personally created that perfect guardian—Doraemon."
"Therefore, in those 'elementary school' stories we saw before, which is the timeline he later rewrote, Doraemon would return to his side from the future with the gadgets he created himself when he was ten years old!"
Ge Xiaolun's eyes were filled with sudden realization.
"I rely on..."
"So, the reason Doraemon is so afraid of mice is because Nobita has engraved his childhood fears and pain into his programming?"
"So, his love for dorayaki is also because of... that girl named Shizuka?"
Liu Chuang understood as well, and he was so deeply moved by this profound emotion that he was speechless.
"This is a perfect, self-closing cause-and-effect cycle."
Lena, who had been silent all along, finally spoke.
As the chief god of the planet Lieyang, she developed a deep respect for another "god".
"He became a god, and in order to save his beloved, he created the 'key' that could unlock new history, which is Doraemon."
"Then, this 'key' went back in time and opened the 'path' that would eventually enable him to go through trials and tribulations and become a god."
"Cause is effect, and effect is cause. In him, the beginning and the end are perfectly unified."
"This... is the true God, transcending time and fate!"
...
Doraemon World
The atmosphere in the open space was extremely quiet.
Doraemon stared blankly at the sky, watching how Nobita, the "God of Nobita," on the screen designed and created "himself" bit by bit.
He watched as the other person etched the two traits of "fear of rats" and "love of dorayaki" into their core programming.
His round, blue face, which was always full of expressions, showed a blank look, like that of a newborn baby.
"I……"
"it's me……"
"Was it...that Nobita...created by his own hands?"
He subconsciously reached out his round hand, touched his body, touched his beard, and touched the golden bell on his chest that he was most familiar with.
Was all of this bestowed upon him by that lonely god?
"I'm afraid of mice... because... that was his deepest fear and self-deprecation from his childhood?"
He recalled the countless times he had been terrified by rats, jumping around in a panic.
It turns out that the fear did not originate from himself, but from... the deepest pain in the heart of his creator, the boy he had always wanted to protect.
"I...I love dorayaki...because..."
He slowly turned his head and looked at the gentle girl who was also crying.
"...Is it because Shizuka, on that erased, sorrowful afternoon, shared half of her life with him?"
"That sweetest taste that he could never forget in his entire life?"
Large tears uncontrollably welled up from Doraemon's electronic eyes.
"I...I'm not some future childcare robot..."
"I'm not some 'defective product' that's been deemed 'failed' just because I'm missing a screw..."
"I'm……"
"I am Nobita's creation, born from all his loneliness, sorrow, tenderness, and hope..."
"That one and only thing he longed for most in his childhood..."
"'friend'?"
Looking at Nobita, who was still in a daze beside him, he finally understood the most fundamental meaning of his existence.
Everything is ready.
In a laboratory located at the edge of time and space, Nobita Nobi, the lonely monarch who has lived for billions of years, sits in front of a control panel. On a huge holographic screen, images of his young great-grandson, Nobi Sewashi, are playing.
[Seok-soo was excitedly talking to a brand-new, blue, cat-shaped robot.]
"Leave it to me, Seshu."
Doraemon patted his chest confidently and said, "I will definitely make Nobita happy."
Seeing this, Nobita's face showed a relieved yet weary smile.
He turned his head and looked at the console, at the only old, yellowed photograph of Shizuka that he had saved—the one that belonged to "him."
The girl in the photo smiles like the spring sun.
"Shizuka," he said, extending his wrinkled hand to gently stroke the photograph, his voice so soft it seemed it might vanish in the wind at any moment, "I'll be coming to find you soon."
"This time, I won't be late again."
On the screen, Sewashi and Doraemon have boarded the time machine he designed himself, a machine poised to usher in a new era of history.
[Just as the time machine activated, tearing through time and space, leaping into the tunnel leading to the 20th century.]
Nobita pressed the red, final button on the control panel—the one he had prepared for billions of years for this moment.
There was no explosion, no loud noise.
Nothing happened.
However, his body began to become transparent.
Starting from the fingertips, little by little, like dewdrops illuminated by the morning sun, it slowly and silently evaporates, transforming into the purest particles of light.
The magnificent, dimensional palace he inhabited, along with the glorious, time-spanning super-civilization he created, began to quietly, gently, and completely "disappear" at the same time.
It's as if they never existed.
It's as if this billions of years of loneliness and struggle were merely a brief nap for the universe.
In his final moments before his consciousness completely faded, the smile on his lips grew even more serene: "Goodbye, 'I'."
In episode 59, the final ending reveals Nobita's rebirth, Shizuka's resurrection, and the truth behind everything!
"He...he pressed that final button..."
"It's here, the end of it all..."
"No explosion, no destruction... nothing happened..."
"It's just a... gentle, complete 'disappearance'."
"He and the super civilization he created, which spanned countless times and spaces, vanished quietly and completely, like a dream."
"In the end, Nobita did indeed kill himself!"
“I understand… he is… making a sacrifice.”
"He sacrificed himself, the lonely god of 'old history,' along with the super-civilization he created, which was both too glorious and too tragic, and it all vanished into nothingness."
"All of this is simply to make room for the 'existence' of that soon-to-be-born 'new history,' that 'fairy tale,' filled with love and courage!"
"He sacrificed his complete disappearance to bring about the rebirth of the one he loved."
“He is not rewriting history; he is using his divinity and life to ‘cover up’ that sad history.”
"This... is perhaps the true, divine love."
"'Goodbye, me.'..."
"He left with a smile on his face at the very last moment."
"For him, this might be... the happiest ending."
【The other side.】
"Waaaaah... Why is my life so miserable...?"
In an ordinary two-story building in Nerima Ward, Tokyo, a ten-year-old boy wearing large glasses is hunched over his desk, crying sadly as he discusses his future plans.
Suddenly, the drawer in his desk creaked open by itself.
The little boy was startled and took a few steps back.
A round, blue, earless cat-shaped robot and a little boy dressed in futuristic clothes popped out of the drawer.
"Hello, nice to meet you. I am your great-grandson, Nobi Sewashi."
"I'm Doraemon, nice to meet you."
The little boy named Nobita was completely stunned. He pointed at the two uninvited guests, his mouth agape, unable to utter a single word for a long time.
However, at the very moment he saw the blue robot, in the deepest recesses of his consciousness, beyond his own awareness...
Images flashed by like lightning.
It is the explosion of stars, the birth of galaxies, incomprehensible formulas, billions of years of solitude, a gentle smile, an eternal wait, and a final, peaceful, and liberating smile.
All of this, in his ordinary ten-year-old mind, amounted to nothing more than a tiny, insignificant tremor, one that even he himself couldn't comprehend.
Then, it vanished forever.
It was as if nothing had happened.
The next second, he reverted to his usual self, like any ordinary, terrified little boy, pointing at Doraemon in a panic and letting out his signature, thunderous, cowardly yet energetic scream.
"He succeeded... He really succeeded!"
"Look! That timeline, that world, has been reset!"
"We've returned to the very beginning, back to when that little boy was ten years old, back to... before all the tragedy happened!"
"Nobita did it!"
"He altered the memories of everyone in the universe and, at the cost of self-destruction, erased his own existence as a 'god'!"
"In the end, he successfully created a world where Shizuka Minamoto was still alive!"