When I was working overtime to deal with the excess garbage brought by the overcrowded tourists during the summer peak season, I found Doraemon's prop in the garbage: a phone booth.
After verifying the authenticity of the phone booth, I picked up a broken and malfunctioning Doraemon. Doraemon was restored by using the function of the phone booth, but the hidden forces almost destroyed the world in order to snatch future props.
Doraemon, whose two-dimensional pocket was damaged, and me, who owned a phone booth, began to gradually build a kingdom that could accommodate survivors in the apocalypse, and confront the mysterious mecha army.
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