Saint Doraemon's Domain

Sanguinius had never entered the Warp so lightly.

That sea of souls reflecting the real world was always filled with malice, extreme emotions, and twisted impulses, all trying to tear Sanguinius apart, devour him, and warp him.

Yet this time, Sanguinius's passage into the Warp was smooth and effortless. The Warp around him displayed unmistakable goodwill, welcoming him into that domain within the Empyrean.

Sanguinius's golden metal boots stepped onto an asphalt road with a crisp clack.

Then—

Beep!!!!

Piercing horn blasts suddenly erupted all around Sanguinius.

Sanguinius opened his eyes in slight confusion and looked around, only to find himself standing in the very middle of an intersection.

Many primitive vehicles surrounded him, honking wildly at him.

A car window rolled down, and an empty tin can was tossed out, flying toward Sanguinius.

It was followed by a string of curses:

"You foreign bastard!"

"In a hurry to die? Why are you standing in the middle of the road?!"

"If you want to get turned into ground meat, I can help you with that!"

So perhaps it was not quite so full of goodwill after all.

Sanguinius raised a hand and caught the tin can thrown at him, carefully observing his surroundings.

The vehicles looked rather primitive, roughly from the early Third Millennium of humanity. More precisely, they were late twentieth-century designs.

The architectural styles of the nearby buildings confirmed Sanguinius's guess. Most of the houses were not particularly tall, making this seem like a small town, though taller buildings could be seen in the distance.

It appeared to be a small town within some great city.

Sanguinius continued gathering information from his surroundings. He noticed that the writing on the walls was in the language of the Nippon region of Old Terra.

But those were merely appearances. Sanguinius