Moni is a planeswalker.
Planeswalkers can travel between different worlds. Moni prefers to record interesting things from different worlds and share them with friends in different worlds.
Listening to his friends saying "niubi~~~~" with incredulous expressions, Moni felt very good.
He thinks this kind of life is interesting.
Many years ago, Moni told a friend who was also on Earth about things on the continent of Faerûn. The friend listened with great interest, recorded it, and turned it into a game. Moni also participated in the process of making the game.
This is really interesting.
As time went on, the studio established by his friend received a lot of messages urging updates. People were so eager for a follow-up game that they even mailed blades to his home.
His friend told him about this, and Moni smiled and said: "What's so difficult about this? You wait for me to go collect the news, and when I come back, I can make a sequel to the game."
So he came to Baldur's Gate again.
It’s just~~it’s just~~this Baldur’s Gate is so different from what he remembers.
He stared blankly at the tall buildings and robots wandering around on the asphalt road. The artificial river drawn from the Chongsa River surrounded the entire city. Above the river, the floating road twists and turns like a big snake, and you don't know where it is going.
The whole city has a red tone, that's red... flags and hot pot.
Those robots on the street have silver-white streamlines all over their bodies. They have no faces, only a hot pot logo on their foreheads.
He looked at the time on the electronic clock, 1492DR! The last time he came to Faerun was in 1369 DR!
Damn it, how come after more than a hundred years, Baldur's Gate has become like this!
Is this Baldur's Gate? Isn't this "Atomic Heart"?
Did he come in the wrong place?
Just as he was deep 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," Money said.
"Where do you want sir?"
"I think..." Moni saw this weird robot, and he knew that if he couldn't answer the right questions, he might arouse the suspicion of the robot patrol.
He must understand what is happening in this strange world through people!
So where are there only people and no robots?
"I want to eat a delicious hot pot! The hot pot in Baldur's Gate must be the most authentic!" Moni said happily when he saw the hot pot logo on the robot's forehead.
"Of course, in Faerûn, under the attention of Zuo. The hot pot in Baldur's Gate is the most authentic!" The robot patrolman's voice suddenly became cheerful and said: "Let me lead the way, sir, to the most authentic hot pot in God's Gate." temple!"
"Excuse me!" said Money.
"Our mission is to serve everyone who likes hot pot."
The robot patrolman casually summoned an aircraft and stopped in front of the two of them.
"Sir, please get in the car. Don't worry, it's free." The robot patrolman signaled.
Moni got on the aircraft and found that the aircraft, which was like a flying saucer, didn't fly high or fast, but it was very stable.
Soon, they came to a red palace, and the aroma of hot pot came out of the palace. There is laughter and peace everywhere.
The robot patrolman bowed to him and said goodbye. Moni walked alone into the temple of the God of Hot Pot. As soon as he entered, he saw a priest in uniform coming up to him.
"Sir, how many of you are here? Are you here to pray to the God of Hot Pot?"
"Exactly, it's just me."
"This way, please~" the pastor said, "Is this your first time, sir, to admire our cooking?"
"Uh... I've heard of it before." Moni said vaguely.
"Then I will take my husband to pray to the God of Hot Pot first, and then I will take him to see the great achievements of cooking. It will not affect the Holy Communion." At the end, the pastor added another sentence.
"Of course."
The priest took him to an ordinary statue of a god. The statue was carved from marble and looked like a young man. The statue is only as tall as an ordinary person. There is no high platform or gold foil. It just looks at everyone so indifferently.
"Cook is merciful. He created our world after a serious drunken episode."
"I hope you don't all believe in the Lord. The Lord is not so self-righteous. If some people don't believe it, that's okay. Your Lord is not a vain and jealous Lord."
"cook……"
Moni had a weird look on her face as she listened to the priest talking about the "Six Commandments of Dipping". This stuff sounded a bit familiar.
After reciting the "Six Commandments of Dipping", the pastor took out a menu, showed it to Moni, and said: "Sir, you can choose what to cook according to your own situation."
What will we eat later?
Moni looked at it, threw a few gold coins into the "faith box", and said, "I am very loyal to cooking."
"The Holy Communion has been arranged." When the priest saw the gold coins, he smiled more obviously and said, "I will show the distinguished guests the great achievements of cooking."
They came to one side of the temple, which was a huge mural recording the great achievements of the God of Hotpot.
"Because I created this world when I was drunk. So many things were thought up when I was drunk."
"Such as evil gods, devils, devils."
"Although cooking has never been involved in this, the evil god was still eradicated for us. The remaining demons and devils need to be defeated by ourselves."
"Those evil gods?" Moni asked.
"All gods who don't claim to be righteous are naturally evil gods. Such as the goddess of magic, such as the god of knowledge."
"The God of Knowledge is also the God of Evil?" Moni was stunned and couldn't help but ask.
"Yes, the more knowledge of injustice, the more evil." The priest said matter-of-factly.
"..."
That seems to be the truth.
How did this damn world become like this?
Moni didn't know either, and listened in confusion as the priest repeatedly talked about the great achievements of the God of Hot Pot. He came to his dining table. Not far in front of the dining table, there was a TV hanging.
Some news is playing on the TV:
"Zhu's escort team carried out a precise attack on a small group of people in the Underdark who illegally believed in Zhi. As a result, dozens of mind flayers died, and dozens of drow and gray dwarves died."
"For the blizzard that occurred in Icewind Dale, the supreme commander issued a blizzard orange 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 blankly at the TV. Even the planeswalker had never seen such a strange scene.
The only consolation is that the hot pot is so delicious.
Hot pot is indeed delicious, but hot pot is too expensive now. (This volume felt a bit draggy at the end.)
(End of chapter)
