A Fantastic Dream-A Blessing from Doraemon!

After finally crawling out of the garbage heap, Ian was shocked to discover that his body had shrunk!

His arms and legs were short.

He had actually turned back into his childhood self!

This is... one hell of a transmigration!?

Could I have transmigrated into Conan's world?

The thought flashed through Ian's mind, but he quickly shook his head, casting a complicated glance at the wasteland around him before swiftly calming down.

Wherever this was, the weather was sweltering.

His body was seriously injured, and if he couldn't escape this place, once he became dehydrated...

Ian didn't dare think about the rest.

But as if things weren't bad enough, he no longer had an adult's physique. He couldn't help glancing at his little hands and feet, inwardly letting out a sigh.

In his current state, if he ran into danger in this unfamiliar environment, he probably wouldn't even be able to defend himself.

He glanced at the desolate scenery around him, so utterly different from the modern cities of his previous life.

Ian didn't dare dwell on it too much.

There was no good solution now. He could only take things one step at a time.

With that thought, he limped down the mountain of garbage.

Yellow sand swirled through the air, which reeked.

The harsh environment made Ian uneasy. As he walked, he pondered what kind of world he might have transmigrated into.

He didn't know how long he had been walking.

Along the way, he saw carrion vultures all over the garbage mountain. Their wings were damaged and their faces ugly, and they looked filthy and covered in germs.

Ian did his best to avoid them.

He was afraid that if he got too close, the enormous birds would chase him down and peck at him.

Right now, he couldn't run. He could barely manage to hobble along.

These "winged bandits," which he had once seen only on television, were actually alive right before his eyes.

The good news was...

This world, at least, wasn't too outrageous. After all, the vultures looked much the same as they had in his previous life.

The sun blazed overhead.

Ian was already drenched in sweat mixed with blood. Every step made his torn wounds ache terribly, but he didn't dare stop.

Bright red blood kept running down his forehead. He didn't know whether his eyes were bloodshot or blood had gotten into them.

Even though Ian wiped them again and again,

everything he saw still looked as though it were veiled in a bloody haze.

"Where on earth is this? How come I haven't seen a single person...?"

He didn't know how long he had walked. Exhausted and thirsty, he couldn't help hoping to see someone soon, preferably someone who could take him out of this garbage wasteland.

Otherwise, never mind his wounds.

Dehydration alone could kill him.

Finally, he was almost unable to go on.

As far as he could see,

through his blurry, blood-red vision... he seemed to see packs of wild dogs!

He didn't suspect they were hyenas because their coats and breeds varied. If he had to describe them, they looked like a ragtag formation of dogs.

Ian gave a bitter laugh.

"Damn it, am I hallucinating?"

He felt his consciousness beginning to grow hazy, and he couldn't help worrying.

He knew...

He had probably lost too much blood, and his strength was about to run out!

At this rate, he would die here sooner or later. If blood loss didn't kill him, the pack of wild dogs with their green-glowing eyes would!

The thought made him shudder.

When he imagined ending up torn apart by wild dogs, he felt it was pitiful, and a sense of desolation welled up inside him.

I, Ian... am a transmigrator, at least. Am I really going to end up like this?

But just as he was feeling grief and indignation,

suddenly!

Time around him seemed to stand still...

At that moment, Ian felt as though some supreme consciousness had locked onto him.

In an instant,

he felt his consciousness rise rapidly, racing away from the planet beneath his feet. His view went from looking down on the wild dogs, to the garbage mountain, to the land itself, until he passed through the atmosphere and gazed at the enormous, bizarre black-and-blue planet before him.

In that brief span, his consciousness flew into the depths of the vast, starry cosmos!

Then, at a certain moment, he seemed to "see" it.

In the boundless universe, a giant, round blue head grinned at him with its wide mouth.

Ian felt completely clearheaded. He wasn't dreaming!

Even so,

when he saw that adorable yet immensely majestic figure, he was bewildered, thinking he had become so thirsty he was hallucinating!

He had never imagined that he would meet "it" here!

Am I sure I'm not having some absurd dream?

"Th... that's..."

"The legendary Doraemon..."

Ian watched as the figure seemed to wave a round little white fist at him and blink. The next moment, the entire universe seemed to turn into a mass of light and merge into the figure's body, before being passed on to Ian.

The next second,

all the sights blurred, like a strange and fantastical dream.

When Ian opened his eyes again,

he found himself back in the world filled with yellow sand and stench.

The nightmare didn't seem to be over.

Or rather, what lay before him was the real, terrifying world.

Before him, eight wild dogs of varying sizes, their eyes glowing green, had drawn close at some point and were staring fixedly at him with the savage eyes of predators looking at prey.

If they rushed at him,

Ian was certain that, as he was now, he couldn't possibly deal with them. Only one fate awaited him.

He would become their meal!

Cold sweat broke out on Ian's forehead!

But just then,

suddenly, he felt that his injuries no longer hurt. The pain in his forehead had eased, and his vision had become much clearer.

He discovered that a new power had appeared in his body!

It was this power that had restored his body in that instant just now, and he sensed where it came from!

"Congratulations, host. You have obtained the Check-In 4D Pocket System!"

A voice rang out in his mind from nowhere!

Check-in... 4D Pocket?

Ian was extremely curious!

But

the next moment, he understood

just how fortunate this was!

"Every day... the almighty God of Doraemon will place his gadgets in his pocket. Young man blessed by the god, enjoy everything you experience in this world to your heart's content!"

Those words rang out in Ian's mind.

The next moment,

he felt a warm current appear in his hand.

Check in?

With a thought from Ian, a yellow glove knitted from strange yarn appeared in his palm.

"This is... a magical gadget!?"

Ian's eyes widened as he stared blankly at the gadget that had appeared from nowhere in his hand. This was clearly a supernatural power.

And this ordinary-looking yellow knitted glove in his hand...

"Could it be...?"

"Gulp!"

Ian couldn't help swallowing. Putting it together with that fantastical dream, he suddenly had a few guesses!

If...

He meant... if his idea was right!

Then this gadget was the blessed gadget from the God of Doraemon, obtained after today's check-in!

In other words!

This was a gadget from the twenty-second century in that anime!

At the thought,

Ian's eyes widened.

After all, as someone who had worked with some Doraemon World merchandise, he knew full well that there were far too many heaven-defying gadgets in it: a time machine that could reverse time and space, an Anywhere Door that could take someone anywhere in the world, and even a soul cane that could conjure souls!

And... the "Dictator Button," which, when pressed, could make anyone he disliked instantly disappear from everyone's minds!

There was even the Devil's Passport, which let someone do whatever they wanted...

As everyone knew, children's cartoons weren't necessarily fairy tales. Sometimes they could be horror manga!

If Doraemon World's gadgets

were brought into the real world and used for evil,

then... no one would be able to stop him!