The wind stopped.
Not slowed.
Stopped.
Nobita was still falling—
but the fall no longer existed.
The steel needle was right there.
So close it reflected his face—scratched, exhausted, eyes still burning with white-black light.
One more second and—
The world froze.
Then—
Nobita rose.
Not gently.
Not violently.
He was pulled upward like gravity had been reversed, his body drifting back from the needle as if reality itself had changed its mind.
"…What…?" he whispered.
The city dropped away beneath him.
Buildings shrank.
Streets became lines.
Fires became dots.
He kept rising.
Higher.
Higher.
Until the entire city lay below him like a broken model—smoke curling, lights flickering, people moving again… human again.
Above him—
The sky
Not cracked.
Torn.
Like fabric ripped apart by invisible hands.
Across the night sky, enormous fractures spread outward, glowing white and black, lightning crawling along the seams like living veins.
Black-and-white lightning poured down in pillars.
The air vibrated.
The helicopter shook violently.
Inside Chris's helicopter—
"What the hell is happening?!" Gian shouted.
Leon stared through the open door, eyes wide. "…That's Nobita."
Shizuka pressed forward, breath caught in her throat.
"…He's floating…"
Outside—
Nobita hovered at the center of the torn sky.
Lightning wrapped around him—not attacking, not burning—acknowledging.
Then—
A voice spoke.
Not from above.
Not from below.
From everywhere.
Deep.
Layered.
Older than fear.
Older than language.
>"CONGRATULATIONS, NOBITA NOBI."
The sound rolled across the sky, across the city, across the helicopters, into the bones of everyone listening.
> "YOU HAVE COMPLETED THE PRIMARY DIRECTIVE."
Nobita clenched his fists, forcing himself to speak.
"…Who... are you?"
The lightning stilled.
The torn sky widened.
And within it—
Not a body.
Not a face.
A presence.
> "I AM THE ARCHITECT."
"THE CREATOR AND OBSERVER OF THE SURVIVAL SYSTEM."
Nobita swallowed. "…You used me."
> "I CHOSE YOU."
"…Why?"
Silence.
Then—
> "BECAUSE YOU DID NOT SEEK POWER."
Images flickered around them.
Nobita crying alone.
Protecting others while trembling.
Choosing hesitation over cruelty.
Refusing Rewrite Fate—again and again.
> "YOU FOUGHT TO LIVE."
"NOT TO RULE."
Nobita's voice shook. "…People almost died. My friends—Shizuka—"
> "AND YET YOU SAVED THEM."
The city below brightened.
People stepping out of shelters.
Zombies collapsing—then standing up human again.
Confusion.
Crying.
Relief.
Hope.
> "YOU REWROTE A WORLD WITHOUT REWRITING YOURSELF."
Tears floated off Nobita's face, drifting upward like weightless stars.
"…Am I… done now?"
The lightning pulsed once.
> "NO."
The sky began to close.
> "YOUR ROLE IS COMPLETE."
"YOUR LIFE IS NOT."
Before Nobita could speak—
The lightning released him.
---
The world came rushing back.
Air screamed.
Gravity returned all at once.
Nobita was thrown sideways—hard—
CRASH—
He slammed onto the roof of a nearby building, rolling once before stopping near the edge.
Not impaled.
Not broken.
Alive.
The helicopters swung toward him instantly.
"THERE—!" Chris shouted.
They descended fast.
Leon jumped out first, grabbing Nobita's arm. "I've got you!"
Together they hauled him inside.
Shizuka collapsed to her knees beside him. "Nobita—! Nobita—!"
He didn't answer.
Unconscious.
Breathing.
Alive.
Helena stood near the open door.
She looked down.
At the needle.
At Simmons' lifeless body, pinned, unmoving.
Her jaw tightened.
"…This is for my sister...bitch," she whispered.
The helicopter pulled away.
---
Dawn came quietly.
No explosions.
No alarms.
Just light.
Soft orange sunlight spilled over the city, touching rooftops, streets, faces.
People walked freely.
Parents held children.
Soldiers lowered weapons.
Inside the bunker—
doors opened.
Outside—
life resumed.
In the helicopter—
Everyone watched the sunrise in silence.
Gian wiped his eyes roughly. "Man… finally the mornings."
Suneo smiled shakily. "…This one's okay."
Doraemon sat beside Nobita, holding his hand, shoulders trembling—but smiling.
"He made it," he whispered. "He really did."
The helicopter flew on.
Toward a future that finally felt possible.
And Nobita slept.
Under a sky no longer torn.
The next chapter will be an final story of the
Doraemon x Resident evil: Nobita is reincarnated with survival system
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