"Get out of IKEA!"
So of the monstrous employees had climbed the barricade, attacking the archers stationed at the top. These creatures exhibited terrifying strength, easily ripping off limbs with their bare hands. The scene was bloody and violent.
"Damn it!" shouted a fellow survivor, rushing to aid their comrades, but more of the employee monsters sward in, overwhelming them.
It seed like the defense of "Returns Town" was on the verge of collapse.
However, with Doraemon in the mix, such a disaster was not about to happen.
Boom! Boom!
Doraemon continued firing his air cannon, sending the monstrous employees flying in all directions, their bodies blown apart. He swiftly rescued the humans being attacked.
"Are you all okay?" Doraemon called out as he flew down to the people below.
"Agh! A raccoon monster!" a blonde, muscular man exclaid in fear, nearly swinging his axe at Doraemon.
"How rude! I'm not a raccoon! I'm a robot cat!" Doraemon shouted, clearly offended by the comparison.
"Never mind that now. We need to get rid of these monsters first!" Doraemon said, turning his attention back to the oncoming hordes of employee monsters. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a large banana fan.
"Ti to blow them away!" Doraemon cried as he swung the fan with all his might. A powerful gust of wind blew through the area, growing stronger with each wave of the fan. Soon, a massive tornado ford, sucking up every single employee monster and sending them crashing into the far-off shelves, toppling them like dominoes.
In an instant, the fierce battle at the barricade ca to a sudden halt, and the once threatening employee monsters were nowhere to be seen.
"Is it over?" a young woman, holding a wooden spear, asked in disbelief. She had been ready to fight for her life, only to witness the tornado whisking the monsters away in the blink of an eye.
The other survivors were just as stunned. They had been preparing for a brutal battle, but the sudden shift left them dumbfounded.
"Don't worry. It's safe now," Doraemon reassured them with a smile.
"Incredible! Who are you? Did you get trapped in IKEA too?" a tall, burly man who looked Russian approached, his curiosity piqued by Doraemon's display of power.
"I'm Doraemon, a robot cat from the 22nd century. I'm here to find my friends who ended up in this place," Doraemon explained openly.
"The 22nd century? That's a long way off," one of the survivors comnted.
"Far off? The 22nd century is only a few years away in my universe, but I've never heard of a robot cat being invented," another person remarked.
"That ans you're from a different universe," another survivor added.
The survivors exchanged remarks, but none seed too shocked by Doraemon's origins.
"Welco, Doraemon from the 22nd century. We're like you—people from other worlds, different universes, and even different tilines. So, don't be surprised by ntions of the distant future or the past. We've seen it all," a scruffy-looking middle-aged man with disheveled hair approached Doraemon, extending his hand.
"I'm Chris, the mayor of Returns Town. Nice to et you."
"Nice to et you," Doraemon replied, shaking his hand. He was amazed by their calmness, realizing that this IKEA truly linked different universes and tilines.
On the screen, viewers began sharing their thoughts.
Doctor Strange: "My god, these people are really from different universes! What kind of terrifying store is this?"
Wong: "To pull people from different universes like that, the entity controlling IKEA must have the power to break through the multiversal barriers. Only a god on the level of a multiversal being could do sothing like this!"
The Ancient One: "Perhaps it's similar to the Red Sea world's evil gods. This IKEA could be the creation of so twisted deity, luring people in for entertainnt and toying with their lives."
Odin: "So, could this deity be lurking sowhere inside IKEA?"
The Ancient One: "There's no evidence yet, but it's possible. It could be watching, waiting."
Both The Ancient One and Odin felt a heavy weight upon hearing this. A store tied to a multiversal god—potentially more powerful than Dormammu—was a chilling thought.
"Thank goodness I have my Odin Armor. If I ever face a being on that scale, at least I'll have a fighting chance," Odin muttered, feeling the weight of his armor and the power it held, knowing that its potential might extend beyond a single universe.
Garp: "Multiverses? Gods? What are all these terms?"
Sengoku: "I'll explain later."
Orochimaru: "So, gods truly exist? Fascinating."
Orochimaru, always in pursuit of immortality, saw gods as the epito of eternal life. If they existed, he would stop at nothing to study them, to possibly beco one himself.
Tony Stark: "Setting aside all that cosmic mumbo-jumbo, I'm more interested in Doraemon's gadgets. A fan that can create such massive tornadoes? Now, that's a handy tool."
Tony's mind raced with ideas. A tornado, controlled at will, could be the perfect solution for large-scale enemy attacks. He quickly began scheming how to incorporate similar technology.
"Jarvis, start a new project. Tornado generator."
"Yes, sir."
"Wait, if this IKEA truly connects different universes, then that Bruce Wayne guy… oh, man!" Tony exclaid, his face lighting up with excitent.
"Oh my god, why didn't this IKEA pop up in our world?!"
anwhile, back in IKEA, Doraemon was using a dical kit to tend to the wounded. Many of them had sustained life-threatening injuries, but thanks to the kit's power, while it couldn't regrow limbs, it could at least save lives.
(End of Chapter)
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