Chapter 91 Obito went crazy! With the telephone booth! I can create a world with Lin!
Nobita was in despair, so he tried to bury the money in the backyard.
But at this time, Nobita accidentally dug up an antique.
As a result, not only was the antique destroyed, but he also received a fine notice from the Cultural Relics Protection Bureau, and his family received more money.
He sat by the river in frustration, looking at the water under the setting sun, with mixed feelings in his heart.
Even more absurdly, the thieves and bank robbers in the town also began to change their strategies.
They no longer stole or robbed, but quietly stuffed money into the pockets of residents, or directly left bags full of cash at the door of the bank.
The police were helpless, and the whole society fell into a strange chaos.
Nobita suddenly thought of lottery tickets, maybe he could spend some of the family’s money in this way.
He bought a few “990” lottery tickets with hope. When the prize was drawn, the host on TV announced excitedly:
“Congratulations, Mr. Nobita, you won the first prize! Please pay 10 million as the prize handling fee!”
Nobita was stunned. It turned out that in this world, winning the prize meant more burden.
As night fell, Nobita sat at his desk, looking at the “If Phone Booth” that still stood quietly, his heart was filled with complex emotions.
He finally understood that no matter how the world changes, money itself is neither good nor evil. The key lies in how people use it.
“Doraemon.”
Nobita called softly:
“I think we should let the world return to its original state.”
Doraemon poked his head out of the drawer, smiled and nodded.
They walked into the phone booth together, and Nobita made a wish again:
“May the world return to its original state!”
When the door of the phone booth slowly opened, Nobita walked out and found that the world had returned to normal.
Mom was busy in the kitchen, and his favorite Dorayaki was on the table.
Nobita took a deep breath, full of gratitude.
The heavens and the worlds were shocked beyond words when they saw such a terrifying existence.
A phone booth can easily create a world that satisfies itself with just one sentence. This, this is simply too exaggerated!
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The world of Naruto.
“What…what is this?”
“This prop is too exaggerated, if it is a phone booth!”
Naruto’s voice was trembling with disbelief, and his blue eyes flashed with a light of astonishment and curiosity.
Sasuke frowned and said in a low voice:
“If the telephone booth… can create any world?”
“It is completely beyond our imagination, incredible.”
Just as the two were immersed in shock, a cold laugh broke the silence.
Banara’s figure was looming in the shadows, his eyes were like the abyss, swallowing all the light around him.
“Huh, even I can’t help but be moved!”
“If IIf we can get this phone booth, then a truly peaceful world, a world without war and pain, will no longer be an unattainable dream. ”
Madara’s tone was full of desire for power and twisted pursuit of peace.
Obito’s figure was also beside Madara, his eyes were empty and blurred, as if he was pulled by some distant memory.
“Madara, you are right… but for me, a peaceful world is a world with Rin.”
Obito’s voice was filled with uncontrollable excitement and sadness:
“If I can have this phone booth, I can create a world where Rin is still alive”
“A world where we can all live happily. This is tens of millions of times better than the infinite moon reading!”
Naruto’s heart suddenly tightened, he looked at Obito, his eyes full of understanding and sympathy.
“Obito, we all know the pain of loss, but in this way… can it really bring true happiness? ”
Sasuke spoke coldly:
“People like you! No matter how perfect the world you create is, if it is not based on real choices in reality, it is just an illusory bubble.”
“People’s hearts cannot be easily changed by external forces.”
A trace of pain and struggle flashed across Obito’s face, but was quickly replaced by determination.
“No, you don’t understand.”
“For Lin, for the persistence in my heart, I am willing to pay any price. Even if this price is to overturn the whole world. ”
While saying this, he was still staring at the prop in the light curtain……….
Because this thing was too much for him, too much in line with his goal, it was exactly what he pursued all his life!
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The world of black robes.
There was a strange light in the eyes of the motherland, a look mixed with fanaticism and obsession.
He slowly turned around, with his back to the crowd, looking out the window, as if he could see the ordinary and tiny lives outside through the wall.
A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, which was a preview of the absolute power that was about to be possessed.
“If… If I really could own this telephone booth! That would be simply…”
He whispered to himself, with both doubt and desire in his voice, but soon, this doubt was swallowed up by endless ambition:
“Yes, why can’t I? I am a motherland, the guardian of this world, and an existence beyond mortals! ”
He stood in front of the window, his eyes swept across everyone outside, his eyes seemed to penetrate their souls, looking directly into their deepest fears and desires.
Then he spoke, his voice carrying unquestionable authority and a hint of imperceptible madness.
“Imagine if I could master the power of the telephone booth…”
“I will create a brand new world, a world centered on me!”
“In that world, I am the supreme king, and all of you will be my subjects, obeying my will.Every order will satisfy my every wish!”
“I want to create a world where there are only old people. They will use their rich experience and deep love to serve my only young monarch.”
“And the other world is full of lolita, innocent and pure. Their smiles and dependence will become my supreme enjoyment!”
“Every world is to satisfy my different ideas, and every detail will be shaped according to my will!”
Speaking of this, the motherland seemed to have been in the universe dominated by him, with a smug smile on his face.
After all, the black-robed man was not a good thing. Just looking at this telephone booth, his inner desire spread unconsciously.
This is the real artifact!.
