Chapter 233 The Strange Journey of the Planeswalker (End of This Volume)

Moni is a planeswalker.

Planeswalkers can travel between different worlds. Moni prefers to record interesting things in different worlds and share them with friends in different worlds.

Listening to his friends saying "niubi~~~~" with incredible expressions, Moni felt very happy.

He felt that this kind of life was interesting.

Many years ago, Moni told a friend who was also on Earth about the things on the continent of Faerun. The friend was very interested and recorded it and made it into a game. Moni also participated in the process of making the game.

This is really very interesting.

As time went on, the studio formed by his friend received a lot of urging messages. People were eager for subsequent games and even mailed blades to his home.

His friend told him about this, and Moni smiled and said, "What's the difficulty? You wait for me to go to collect folk songs. After I come back, I can make a sequel to the game."

So he came to Baldur's Gate again.

But~~but~~this Baldur's Gate is too different from what he remembered.

He stared blankly at the asphalt road, with tall buildings and robots wandering around. The artificial river diverted from the Chongsa River surrounded the entire city. Above the river, the floating road was winding like a big snake, and it was unknown where it went.

The whole city was red, that was red... flags and hot pot.

The robots on the street were silver-white streamlined, with no faces on their faces, only a hot pot logo on their foreheads.

He looked at the time on the electronic clock, 1492 DR! The last time he came to Faerun was 1369 DR!

Damn it, how come Baldur's Gate has become like this after more than a hundred years!

Is this Baldur's Gate? Isn't this "Atomic Heart"?

Did he come to the wrong place?

Just as he was lost in thought, a robot patrolman came to him and said, "Sir, what's wrong with you?"

It was obviously an electronically synthesized voice, but it was unexpectedly gentle and pleasant.

"I think... I'm probably lost." Moni said.

"Where do you want to go, sir?"

"I think..." Moni saw this weird robot, and he knew that if he couldn't answer the question correctly, it might arouse the suspicion of the robot patrol.

He had to understand this strange world through people, what happened!

So where is there only people and no robots?

"I want to eat a delicious hot pot! I guess the hot pot in Baldur's Gate is the most authentic!" Moni saw the hot pot logo on the robot's forehead and said with a flash of inspiration.

"Of course, in Faerun, under the attention of Zhuo. The hot pot in Baldur's Gate is the most authentic!" The robot patrol's voice suddenly became pleasant, and said: "Let me lead the way for you, sir, to the most authentic hot pot temple!"

"Excuse me!" Moni said.

"Our mission is to serve everyone who likes to eat hot pot."

The robot patrol casually called a flying vehicle and stopped in front of the two.

"Sir, please get in the car. Don't worry, it's free." The robot patrol said.

Moni got on the aircraft and found that this aircraft, which looked like a flying saucer, did not fly high or fast, but was very stable.

Soon, they came to a red temple, and the aroma of hot pot came out of the temple. There were laughter and joy everywhere, and peace and freedom everywhere.

The robot patrolman saluted him and said goodbye. Moni walked into the temple of the God of Hot Pot alone. As soon as he entered, he saw a priest in uniform coming to greet him.

"Sir, how many people are there? Are you here to pray to the God of Hot Pot?"

"Yes, I am alone."

"Then please come this way~" the priest said, "Sir, is this the first time you come to worship our cooking?"

"Uh... I have heard of it before." Moni said ambiguously.

"Then I will take you to pray to the God of Hot Pot first, and then take you to see how great the cooking is? It will not affect your communion." At the end, the priest added.

"Of course it's okay."

The priest took him to an ordinary statue, which was carved from marble and looked like a young man. The statue is only as tall as an ordinary person, without a platform or gold foil, and just looks at everyone so lightly.

"Zhu is kind. He created our world after a serious drunkenness."

"Zhu hopes that you don't have to believe in the Lord. The Lord is not so self-righteous. If someone doesn't believe, it doesn't matter. Your Lord is not a vain and jealous Lord."

"Zhu..."

Moni listened to the priest muttering "Six Commandments of Dipping Sauce" with a strange look on his face. Why does this sound a bit familiar?

After reading the "Six Commandments of Dipping Sauce", the priest took out a menu and showed it to Moni, saying: "Sir, you can choose the offerings for Zhu according to your own situation."

Is this what to eat later?

Moni looked at it, threw a few gold coins in the "faith box", and said: "I am very loyal to Zhu."

"The Holy Communion has been arranged." The priest saw the gold coins and smiled more and said: "I will take you to see the great achievements of Zhu."

They came to one side of the temple. It was a huge mural recording the great achievements of the God of Hot Pot.

"Because he created this world when he was drunk. So many things were thought up when he was drunk."

"For example, evil gods, demons, and devils."

"Although I'm never here, I still eliminated the evil god for us. The remaining demons and devils need us to defeat them ourselves."

"Those evil gods?" Moni asked.

"All gods who don't claim to be righteous are naturally evil gods. For example, the goddess of magic, the god of knowledge."

"Is the god of knowledge also an evil god?" Moni was stunned and couldn't help but say it.

"Yes, the more unjust knowledge there is, the more evil it is." The pastor said as a matter of course.

"..."

It seems to be the truth.

How did this damn world become like this?

Moni didn't know, and listened to the pastor repeatedly talking about the great achievements of the hot pot god in a daze. He came to his dining table, and not far in front of the dining table, there was a TV hanging.

Some news was playing on the TV:

"The Guards of Boil carried out a precise strike against a small group of people in the Underdark who illegally believed in Boil. Dozens of mind flayers died, and dozens of drow and gray dwarves died."

"For the blizzard in Icewind Dale, the Supreme Commander issued an orange blizzard warning and ordered the local temple to carry out active rescue work."

"Dear viewers, let's play the weather forecast for Faerun."

"West Coast, Baldur's Gate, sunny to cloudy..."

Moni stared at the TV blankly. Even the planeswalker had never seen such a strange scene.

The only consolation is that hot pot is really delicious.

Hot pot is indeed delicious, but hot pot is too expensive now. (This volume feels a bit dragged at the end.)