RoleplayNovel Chapter 37 Crazy Ideas
Chapter 37 Crazy Ideas
He then carefully examined the beggar in front of him.
The tattered hat, the collapsed brim, the weathered face, the deep wrinkles—it looked like a stone that had been polished by wind and frost for many years.
The brown vest was faded from washing, with frayed threads on the cuffs and two buttons missing from the collar.
The moonlight fell on him, casting his shadow on the stone wall behind him.
The shadow was long and thin, like a reed bent by the wind.
He did know this person.
Crazy ideas.
Side quests in Dugu City.
At the entrance of the Big Rat Tavern, a beggar named Devin will stop you and say that his master is meeting a friend in the "Crazy Room" of the Blue Palace.
Inside was a huge, distorted space, a mixture of dream and reality.
You will meet a person who calls himself "Shelgera".
Shelgra – the Mad Demon God.
Chen Mo's breath hitched.
He looked at the beggar in front of him, at his eyes that shone like stars in the moonlight.
Crazy Ideas – in the game, it's a fantastical, absurd, unreal quest, like something out of Alice in Wonderland.
"But he forbade me to say his name." The beggar—Dewenying—suddenly lowered his voice, as if he were telling a secret that no one else could hear.
He leaned slightly forward, the shadow of his hat obscuring his eyes.
His dry, cracked lips trembled slightly in the moonlight.
"He said that would distract him. Getting him angry can have consequences."
Chen Mo squatted in front of the beggar, still holding the half-eaten bread in his hand. The bread had gone cold, and the sweetness of the honey had become somewhat cloying in the cold air.
He looked into the beggar's eyes—those deep brown, bright eyes that burned like stars in the moonlight.
He was making a decision, a decision about whether or not to take on this task.
He is not a dragonborn. He has no dragon roar, no ability to absorb dragon souls, and no destiny to save the world.
He was just a person, an enchanting consultant, an ordinary person who had traveled from another world.
He should go home, go to bed, and sleep.
Tomorrow I'll continue enchanting, saving money, and getting stronger.
He should forget about it, pretend nothing happened tonight, pretend he just met an ordinary beggar, gave him a gold coin, and left.
but,
Does he really have the power to choose?
Chen Mo stood up.
His knees made a slight clicking sound, like bones grinding together, as he stood up.
He stuffed the half-bread into his mouth, took a bite, chewed, and swallowed.
He chewed the bread, the aroma of wheat and sweetness filling his mouth.
"Where is your master?" he asked.
The voice was more stable than he had expected.
He swallowed the last bite of bread, patted the crumbs off his hands, and
My gaze returned to the face hidden beneath the tattered brim of the hat.
Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the clouds, illuminating the stone-paved streets of Dugu City with a white glow.
In the distance, the noise of the sailors had faded away in the direction of the harbor, leaving only the sound of waves crashing against the rocks, one after another, like the ancient, tireless beating of a heart.
The beggar's eyes lit up.
His lips parted slightly, and the wrinkles at the corners of his mouth smoothed out in that instant, revealing a much younger face—
"You're willing to help me?" His voice trembled, and his fingers gripped the wooden stick even tighter, his knuckles white as bones.
Chen Mo did not answer immediately.
Crazy Ideas: In the game, this quest isn't difficult, it's fun, and the rewards are practical. It's a small side quest that many players will casually complete once they arrive in Dugu City.
But at this moment, he stood on the streets of Dugu City late at night. The sea breeze blew in from the harbor, carrying a salty and cool feeling. The moonlight fell on his shoulders, like a thin layer of frost.
He knew this wasn't a game.
Shelgra isn't the kind of NPC who'll say in a funny tone, "Hahaha, you're so funny," after you complete a quest.
He is a madman.
It is a concrete manifestation of madness, chaos, irrationality, and unpredictability.
He is a being that you cannot understand with logic, judge with common sense, or deal with in any human way.
Chen Mo took a deep breath.
The cold air rushed into my lungs, carrying the salty taste of the sea and the chill of an early autumn night.
Chen Mo quickly went through the information about Shergra in his mind.
In the world of ancient scrolls, there are two kinds of gods.
The Holy Spirit who participated in creation, and the demons who did not participate in creation.
The Holy Spirits sacrificed a portion of their power to create Nirn, transforming it into the earth, the sky, the sea, and the rules.
The demons did not participate in the creation of the world, but retained all their power and resided in their respective annihilation realms, occasionally interfering in the mortal world in various ways.
This is a basic setting that everyone who has played The Elder Scrolls knows.
But even among the demons, Shelgra is in a class of its own.
His domain is madness. His symbols are irrationality, chaotic imagination, and manic creativity.
He was a madman, and also an artist.
His "artworks" are not paintings, sculptures, or poems—they are reality itself.
He can freely paint, twist, fold, and recombine reality, like a piece of clay held in his hand, which can be transformed into any shape he desires.
His thinking is illogical, his behavior is unmotivated, and his emotions are erratic.
You can never predict what he'll do next, because he doesn't even know himself.
And this is only one aspect of Shergra's fame—his madness.
But what truly makes him stand out among demon gods is not these things.
The reason for the birth of the Mad God is because of the curse cast by all the demon gods on a powerful being.
The God of Order—Jegarag.
This name isn't common in the lore of Ancient Scrolls, but those who know it understand its significance.
Jegelrag is the god of order, completely different from Shelgra.
He was rational, ruthless, and methodical, like a clockwork mechanism, with every gear in its proper place and turning at its proper speed.
Not long after his birth, he could not stand the chaotic and disorderly behavior of all the demons and gods.
So he took action.
Without a declaration of war or negotiations, he took direct action.
One god, all by himself, beat up all the demon gods.
It's not a metaphor; it's a literal beating.
He dragged the demons out of their domain, pinned them to the ground, and beat them punch by punch until they begged for mercy, until they swore never to cause trouble again, until they trembled at the sight of his shadow.
No demon could defeat him, not because they were not strong enough, but because his power was precisely what countered them—order is the natural enemy of chaos, logic is the opposite of madness, and rules are the terminator of chaos.
The demons were truly terrified of their elder brother, who always attacked without distinguishing right from wrong.
They couldn't defeat them one-on-one, nor could they defeat them in a group fight—Jegal's power of order rendered all their chaos, conspiracies, schemes, and tricks ineffective.
Faced with their chaotic power, he was like a wall, a mirror, a knife, deflecting, reflecting, and slicing all their attacks back into pieces.
So they used another method.
It was not power, but a curse.