Rites

Cycle of Death

[xiaochou.name], in its final mercy, lets you choose—who do you want to kill you? And who... most desires your death?

ID: 5000342

Type: None

Tips: None

Duration: 1 days

Waits For: 0 days

Marked as New Only on First Occurrence: 0

Starts Automatically: No

Triggers Result Automatically: No

Tag Tips: None

Tag Tips Up: None

Tag Tips Text: None

Random Text: None

Random Text Up:

Roll #1
Embrace the coming end!
Type: Normal Result
Type Tips: The number of dice is altered by unseen forces.
Low Target: 1
Low Target Tips: What is success? What is failure?
Roll #2
Who calls for me? And who am I?
Type: Normal Result
Type Tips: The number of dice is altered by unseen forces.
Low Target: 1
Low Target Tips: What is success? What is failure?
Roll #3
Hurry!
Type: Normal Result
Type Tips: The number of dice is altered by unseen forces.
Low Target: 1
Low Target Tips: The Mirror needs at least 1 Success to... but can it?

Actions When Wait Expires

This rite has no actions when the wait expires.

Slots

Slot #1
The Mirror wants to make one last attempt

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #2
Who will you choose to kill you?

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Activation Conditions

This rite has no activation conditions.

Outcome

Prior

This rite has no prior outcome.

Regular

This rite has no regular outcome.

Extra

You Decide to Do it Yourself
The blade in your hand still bore the stains of blood. You pressed it to your heart. The cold steel gleamed, reflecting your eyes... It watched you, searching—what drove this choice? Weariness? Guilt? Regret? Or something else?

You only smiled. The tip pierced skin, muscle, vein—no resistance. You were no different from the dead, and human no different from beasts. Darkness swallowed you. The world faded, as if it had never been yours. All you felt was the slow unraveling of your flesh, the gnawing of insects, the crumbling of bone into earth. You dissolved into the soil, scattered across the vastness of space. The world was endless, yet every corner held some fragment of you—though none would speak your name. Was this death? Your thoughts drifted, directionless, until— A voice called you back.

Conditions:

You saw strangers beckoning, then passing through you to embrace their lovers; you saw the weak pleading for help, friends reuniting, sages laboring in thought, warriors roaring in battle. You witnessed betrayal, loyalty, pity, hatred, lament, compassion... Each called to you, for you shared their name—

You jolted awake, drenched in cold sweat. Servants crowded around you, gasping with relief: "Master, you're awake!"

For a moment, you were lost. Then you looked down—your blade lay discarded, its edge catching the dim dawn light, reflecting your blurred face.

A bony hand picked it up. You raised your eyes to meet [s1.name]'s smile, it mesmerizing gaze rippling with something strange.

"I hope you don’t mind my little trick," it said. "I wanted to taste death, but a mirror cannot die—shatter it into a thousand pieces, and it remains a mirror. So... I borrowed your heart."

"Thanks to your earlier aid, I better grasp why humans are so... unlikable. Bound by flesh, gifted with complex minds yet trapped in frail bodies. You strive for the unattainable; every desire comes with pain. You beg the Mirror for wishes, scrutinize your reflections, and are never satisfied..."

"So, I despise you." [s1.name] voice echoed, ethereal, unheard by others. "Yet you fascinate me. Sometimes, you forget what you fought so hard to grasp, even after sacrificing so much... You’ll realize life is meaningless, and I’ve shown you eternity and void. Yet here you are—awakened, choosing pain, choosing struggle. What lies at the end? I must see it, feel it. As apology—and thanks—I’ll stay by your side."

As [s1.name] spoke, the last glimmer faded from its eyes. Now, it looked entirely, utterly human.

Conditions:

Result:

It was the sound of water, the sound of wind, the sound of the earth shifting in silence, the sound of light falling upon leaves. They passed through you, embraced you with boundless joy, then vanished without a trace. In every moment, you met them and bid them farewell, again and again. And suddenly, you understood the riddle’s truth: eternity is but the reflection of nothingness, just as death and life are two sides of the same mirror. All things in this world are fleeting—everything people strive for, suffer for, and endlessly crave—it is all meaningless, like a single drop unable to sway the tides of the sea.

A shiver ran through you, accompanied by a fading whisper of laughter. Your eyes snapped open. The cold ground had nearly frozen your bones and blood. The blade meant to pierce your heart was gone. In the dawn’s light, only a faintly gleaming shield lay beside you, faithfully reflecting your face—no mockery, no jest, no emotion.

And so, you realized: the Mirror had left you. It had found the answer it sought. This shield was its parting gift—a final act of mercy for the pitiful creatures called human.

Conditions:

Result:

Let it be Maggie, for I Owe Her the Most
In the labyrinth of night, a scimitar appeared in the palm of your dearest one.

Maggie stepped toward you, light as a whisper, passing through countless shattered mirrors. Through her gem-like eyes, you saw every crack in your bond, every heartbreak you had overlooked—all unfolding in a single moment. You even had killed her before—in pasts yet to come—sometimes out of necessity, sometimes by design. And oh, of course, she had killed you too... Come then, my love, once more, if it might atone for the sins of the past. You closed your eyes, no longer gazing at Maggie’s cold, jade-like face, tilting your chin up in silent surrender to her "vengeance."

But she did not.

"The horrors never truly came to pass," she murmured, embracing you gently. "I trust you, my love." And so, the darkness faded, replaced by the dim glow of dawn illuminating the bed where you lay entwined. A mirror watched it all in silence, saying nothing.

Conditions:

The Next Day, [s1.name] Came to Visit
[s1.name] bowed politely, like an ordinary human warrior, but it mesmerizing gaze rippling with something strange.

"I hope you don’t mind my little trick," it said. "I wanted to taste death, but a mirror cannot die—shatter it into a thousand pieces, and it remains a mirror. So... I borrowed your heart."

"Thanks to your earlier aid, I better grasp why humans are so... unlikable. Bound by flesh, gifted with complex minds yet trapped in frail bodies. You strive for the unattainable; every desire comes with pain. You beg the Mirror for wishes, scrutinize your reflections, and are never satisfied...So, I despise you.”

Then [s1.name] hesitated, weighing it next words carefully. "But you are also... fascinating. Yes, fascinating. I sought the experience of death, so I wove a nightmare from hatred—yet what did I get?"

"I got forgiveness. My contempt, my arrogance—all of it was pardoned by a human, within the very dream I crafted..." [s1.name] even smiled faintly before sobering. "I am sorry, [player.name]. Perhaps, to understand humanity, I must experience it in a more... human way."

Having settled on this conclusion, [s1.name] bowed once more. When it straightened, the last glimmer had faded from its eyes. Now, it looked entirely, utterly human.

Conditions:

Result:

He Has Every Right to Hate Me
In the labyrinth of night, the ancient blade of a fallen kingdom appeared in [s2.name]'s grasp. He dragged the longsword toward you, stepping over shattered mirrors, his presence like a vengeful wraith—for what you had done... or had you? You couldn’t quite remember. But the Mirror showed you both: how you had humiliated his sister, broken his body, betrayed his trust... The chaotic fragments of memory stoked his fury to a roaring blaze, and in its wake, you felt yourself shrinking, insignificant...

Conditions:

The swordsman gazed down at you, cold and proud. "Come. Let us end this."

His eyes still burned with undisguised loathing, hostility, the promise of death—yet he refused to degrade you as you had him. He waited for you to take up the blade, to let steel sing through this realm of vengeance.

And so, mirror by mirror, illusion by illusion, the world shattered around you, crumbling like sand, like salt. At last, you stood facing each other across a desert of pure white, blades in hand. Then he laughed—a wild, knowing sound, as if he had unraveled the dream’s truth. With a flick of his wrist, he cast his sword aside and vanished, swift as flame, fleeting as a star.

Conditions:

The Next Day, [s1.name] Came to Visit
[s1.name] bowed politely, like an ordinary human warrior, but it mesmerizing gaze rippling with something strange.

"I hope you don’t mind my little trick," it said. "I wanted to taste death, but a mirror cannot die—shatter it into a thousand pieces, and it remains a mirror. So... I borrowed your heart."

"Thanks to your earlier aid, I better grasp why humans are so... unlikable. Bound by flesh, gifted with complex minds yet trapped in frail bodies. You strive for the unattainable; every desire comes with pain. You beg the Mirror for wishes, scrutinize your reflections, and are never satisfied...So, I despise you.”

Then [s1.name] hesitated, weighing it next words carefully. "But you are also... fascinating. Yes, fascinating. I sought the experience of death, so I wove a nightmare from hatred—yet what did I get?"

"I got understanding. my scorn, my arrogance, laid bare and unraveled by a human, within the very dream I crafted..." [s1.name] even smiled faintly before sobering. "I am sorry, [player.name]. Perhaps, to understand humanity, I must experience it in a more... human way."

Having settled on this conclusion, [s1.name] bowed once more. When it straightened, the last glimmer had faded from its eyes. Now, it looked entirely, utterly human.

Conditions:

Result:

Do Not Stare at the Stars
In your eyes, his form swelled monstrously, like a raging inferno—one stray ember grazing your sleeve, and you would be ash! A voice, cold as steel, declared this your due—for crimes you never committed! You screamed your innocence until the fire choked your throat, scorched your tongue, reduced you to cinders, burning hole after hole through the dream. In the rift between truth and illusion, you glimpsed the stars themselves spinning wildly...

At last, you jolted awake. Outside, the sky was choked with clouds, as if a vast mirror had swallowed all light, leaving only night and shadow. Drenched in sweat, your clothes burned away, yet your skin bore no wounds. Beside you lay a faintly glowing shield, reflecting your face—no mockery, no scorn, no emotion.

And so, you realized: the Mirror had left you. It had found the answer it sought. This shield was its parting gift—a final act of mercy for the pitiful creatures called human.

Conditions:

Result:

You Believe Iman Would Not Kill you
Even after your sacrilege, even as you drew near with deceit in your heart, even though you had never truly worshipped the Purist... Iman trusted you.

Or so you had believed.

Yet in this dream—this dream not of your making—a lash of pure white descended from the heaven. It was no deliberate strike, merely the absent flick of a god’s hand. No glance was cast your way, and yet, in that instant, you were unmade. Purged. Erased.

You died.

Conditions:

Action:

In the labyrinth of night, Badriyyah’s form slowly materialized. She seemed to have just woken, blinking in confusion as she glanced around. Her fingers trailed lightly over the mirrors, sending ripples of illusion cascading—yet no fury or hatred stirred. Instead, Badriyyah giggled, as if struck by sudden clarity. "Mirrors... Ah, so this is the dream. You wished to borrow my hand, to borrow Master [player.name]’s heart, to taste death?"

She cast a distant glance at you, pressed a finger to her lips, then murmured to the mirrors, "No need for such trouble. Let me tell you: to stop thinking, to refuse feeling—that is death..."

Her fingertips traced strange patterns across the glass. Around you, the swirling light froze, then dimmed.

The dream dissolved.

When you awoke, the sun was high. Badriyyah crouched beside you, utterly unrefined, examining a faintly glowing shield. "You’re awake! You must’ve dreamed of a devil in the mirror too, yes? Heh, don’t fret—I run into this sort of thing often. It’s like the tricks of the Cultic God... though this one was far easier to fool! Here, this shield’s what’s left of the mirror. Should be useful, no?"

And so... from that day on, you never heard the Mirror’s voice again, nor did you ever catch another glimpse of [s1.name].

Conditions:

Result:

He is Your Enemy
In the labyrinth of night, a saber appeared in Jabal's grasp. Instinct urged him to survey his surroundings—but then he saw them. Countless mirrors lined his back, reflecting a vast and desolate battlefield. Behind him stood legions of warriors, their gazes fixed upon him, awaiting his command to charge. And you... Behind you flew a banner entirely unlike his.

Conditions:

Amid the blaring horns and the clamor of battle, Jabal moved with the precision of a hawk. His gaze locked onto you; his blade found its mark. For a fleeting moment—perhaps two—his eyes lingered on your face, shadowed by sorrow and mourning. Beneath the war banner, he was a general bound by duty. Before you, he was a friend compelled to act. This flicker of emotion, this transient ache, lingered still in the mirror’s gaze long after the dream had ended.

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The Next Day, [s1.name] Came to Visit
[s1.name] bowed politely, like an ordinary human warrior, but it mesmerizing gaze rippling with something strange.

"I hope you don’t mind my little trick," it said. "I wanted to taste death, but a mirror cannot die—shatter it into a thousand pieces, and it remains a mirror. So... I borrowed your heart."

"Thanks to your earlier aid, I better grasp why humans are so... unlikable. Bound by flesh, gifted with complex minds yet trapped in frail bodies. You strive for the unattainable; every desire comes with pain. You beg the Mirror for wishes, scrutinize your reflections, and are never satisfied... So, I despise you.”

Then [s1.name] hesitated, weighing it next words carefully. "But you are also... fascinating. Yes, fascinating. I sought the experience of death, so I crafted a nightmare, an unyielding command. I tasted death—for humans, it comes too easily! And yet... what is that thing more complex than death? That is the crux."

It frowned deeply, then shook its head and spoke solemnly. "I owe you an apology, [player.name]. I admit my contempt for humans, my arrogance and shallowness. Perhaps, to truly understand you, I must experience life in a more... human way."

Having settled on this conclusion, [s1.name] bowed once more. When it straightened, the last glimmer had faded from its eyes. Now, it looked entirely, utterly human.

Conditions:

Result:

Amid the blaring horns and the roar of battle, Jabal moved with the precision of a hawk—his gaze locked onto you, his blade pierced you, and then his boots trod over your corpse as he surged toward the next foe—Kill. Kill. Kill. Without pause, without mercy, countless fell beneath his steel. He remembered no faces, no names, no stories, no dreams. Life scattered like wind, and death was a cheap, fleeting thing. Then, you heard it—the mirror’s soft sigh. The dream dissolved. In the dawn’s light, only a faintly gleaming shield lay beside you, faithfully reflecting your face—no mockery, no jest, no emotion.

And so, you realized: the Mirror had left you. It had found the answer it sought. This shield was its parting gift—a final act of mercy for the pitiful creatures called human.

Conditions:

Result:

Best Friend
In the labyrinth of night, Nayla cradled the mirror, gently tracing her own reflection, whispering as if it were her dearest confidant—her only friend. So when the mirror lured her with the words, "Kill [player.name]," she obeyed without hesitation.

The mirror’s razor edge slit your vulnerable throat. You collapsed onto its surface, thick blood spreading, smothering the silver gleam... And so, the Mirror tasted death. The very mirror Nayla had cherished darkened in her grasp, crumbling to ash. She screamed, clawing at the slipping grains—why cling so desperately to what she had scornfully bestowed? The Mirror did not understand. But its purpose was fulfilled.

You awoke at dawn, your neck unmarred, no wound in sight. A faintly glowing shield lay beside you, reflecting your face with cold, unfeeling clarity—no mockery, no jest, no emotion.

And so, you realized: the Mirror had left you. It had found the answer it sought. This shield was its parting gift—a final act of mercy for the pitiful creatures called human.

Conditions:

Action:

The Court of Mirrors
In the moonless dark, a trial was held against you. Your sins replayed in the forest of mirrors: every cruelty committed in the Sultan’s game, every misstep taken before the game began, every wrong done on the other side of the glass... Qais stood as judge, gripping the gavel—

Conditions:

"You are guilty." His eyes, heavy with sorrow, fixed upon you as he delivered the final verdict. "Your crimes were pardoned by the Sultan, but never forgiven—no one can forgive in the victims' stead. Here, I declare... Lord [player.name], you are guilty. And I share your guilt."

And so, in the court of mirrors, he mounted the scaffold beside you. The moment you died, the light left his eyes. The world fell silent. Even the mirrors held their tongues.

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The Next Day, [s1.name] Came to Visit
[s1.name] bowed politely, like an ordinary warrior, but it mesmerizing gaze rippling with something strange.

"I hope you don’t mind my little trick," it said. "I wanted to taste death, but a mirror cannot die—shatter it into a thousand pieces, and it remains a mirror. So... I borrowed your heart."

"Thanks to your earlier aid, I better grasp why humans are so... unlikable. Bound by flesh, gifted with complex minds yet trapped in frail bodies. You strive for the unattainable; every desire comes with pain. You beg the Mirror for wishes, scrutinize your reflections, and are never satisfied... So, I despise you.”

Then [s1.name] hesitated, weighing it next words carefully. "But you are also... fascinating. Yes, fascinating. I sought the experience of death, so I exploited this one’s righteousness, fabricated a trial—I obtained the death I anticipated, though... well, human choices often elude my understanding. I’ll refrain from judgment."

It shrugged lightly. "[player.name], I admit, these days have been more entertaining than mere observation. I suppose I’ll linger by your side a while longer—though I intend to experience things in a more... human way."

Having settled on this conclusion, [s1.name] bowed once more. When it straightened, the last glimmer had faded from its eyes. Now, it looked entirely, utterly human.

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Result:

"You are guilty." With the fall of the gavel, he pronounced the sentence. You could only see his back before the crowd surged forward, dragging you to the scaffold. They cursed your name, their voices rising in fury, scorn, and contempt, each cry like a stone hurled at you. Now, in the face of the condemned, every soul became an agent of justice! And you, battered by the tidal wave of their voices, could muster no defense. And so, you died. The Mirror, through your tormented heart, experienced the same death. It had completed its task.

The next day, you awoke to the morning light, your body unmarked, your servants as deferential as ever—thank the gods, it had only been a dream. It took you a moment to steady yourself before you noticed it: a faintly gleaming shield lying quietly at your feet. It reflected your face faithfully—no mockery, no jest, no emotion.

And so, you realized: the Mirror had left you. It had found the answer it sought. This shield was its parting gift—a final act of mercy for the pitiful creatures called human.

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Result:

She is a Warrior
In the dark labyrinth, Adila stood fully armed, blood still splattered on her—you had no idea what she had just dreamed, but the moment she saw you, she strode toward you. Around her, the mirrors swarmed with fragments of you killing or humiliating her—you swore that, at least in your memory, you had done no such thing!

Yet she merely glanced at them, then laughed boldly into the darkness: "Perhaps! But I believe it was my own choice!" Though it stung your pride, you couldn’t help but sigh in relief...

But she wasn’t about to let you off so easily. Instead, her eyes gleamed with excitement. "A rare opportunity—let’s spar again, [player.name]. Let’s see if your skills have dulled since last time?"

And so, the night passed. When you dragged yourself from bed the next morning, your body ached as if trampled by ten thousand raging rhinos. And then, as if on cue, [s1.name] barged in, brushing past the protesting servants—though it was odd that [s1.name] would even be stopped by them in the first place. [s1.name] bowed politely, like an ordinary human warrior, but it mesmerizing gaze rippling with something strange.

"I hope you don’t mind my little trick," it said. "I wanted to taste death, but a mirror cannot die—shatter it into a thousand pieces, and it remains a mirror. So... I borrowed your heart."

"Thanks to your earlier aid, I better grasp why humans are so... unlikable. Bound by flesh, gifted with complex minds yet trapped in frail bodies. You strive for the unattainable; every desire comes with pain. You beg the Mirror for wishes, scrutinize your reflections, and are never satisfied... So, I despise you.”

Then it admitted plainly: "But you are also... fascinating. Yes, fascinating. I sought the experience of death, so I tried to stoke this warrior’s hatred and rage toward you... and yet, I failed! How can a human heart be so unyielding, like a stone in a fire? I don’t understand. Perhaps I should admit my own arrogance, my own shallowness. Perhaps, to truly comprehend humans, I must experience life in a more... human way."

Having settled on this conclusion, [s1.name] bowed once more. When it straightened, the last glimmer had faded from its eyes. Now, it looked entirely, utterly human.

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Result:

Fatuna did not come to you out of "love," so you assumed her killing you would be a burdenless affair. Yet, to your surprise, she refused to act—no matter how the Mirror displayed your betrayals, even your harm to her child, she remained unmoved.

"It is not I who was wounded most by you, nor I who should end your life," she insisted. The Mirror, furious, cut the dream short. It could not fathom this baffling woman, but neither would it let its exploration of slaughter end here. And so, it demanded, with cold finality, that you choose another candidate.

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Action:

He is Meant to Kill you
In the labyrinth of night, a blade clattered at Zaki’s feet. He watched you from afar, separated by countless mirrors, their whispers curling around him: Look, there stands your mentor, the elder you lean upon, the insurmountable peak—but if you do not surpass it, how will you prove you are no longer a boy? Must you live forever beneath [player.name]’s shadow, your name never standing alone, never worthy of equal measure?

It was only a dream. The Mirror taunted him—If you cannot even raise a blade in a dream, how can you call it growth?

And so, you saw the boy’s gaze fix upon you, hardening with resolve. He picked up the weapon… Soon, he would learn that in this dream, killing you was a simple thing. And perhaps, even outside the dream, it is not so difficult at all.

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The moment you fell, a storm of indescribable fury surged in the boy’s heart… Tears spilled unbidden from his eyes as he begged your forgiveness, pressing his hands to your wound. You mustered the last of your strength to smile at him, trying to force words from your throat—but only a strange, broken sound escaped.

Then, you woke from the dream—alive, though your body was cold as death. And just then, Zaki shoved past the protesting servants and burst into your chamber. His eyes were red-rimmed, but he said nothing, only threw his arms around your waist and buried his face against you, like a child clinging to a father returned from the grave.

You murmured reassurances, but from the corner of your eye, you saw it: a faintly gleaming shield lying nearby, its twisted patterns warping your reflections upon its surface—neither mocking nor cruel, devoid of all emotion.

And so, you realized: the Mirror had left you. It had found the answer it sought. This shield was its parting gift—a final act of mercy for the pitiful creatures called human.

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Result:

The moment you fell, an indescribable ripple stirred the boy’s heart… He pressed his hand over your wound, watching the blood surge between his fingers, yet no words came. It’s fine, he told himself. This is just a dream. It’s fine.

The Mirror, observing it all, let out an amused chuckle. The ground beneath you shattered—revealing the Mirror’s back, the twisted underbelly of reality. You died. A cruel jest, for the Mirror longed to witness the real aftermath of this slaughter. And it would. But you… you were already gone.

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Action:

At first, Nabhani was wary. But the Mirror, privy to the cracks in his soul from nights spent reveling before its surface, knew him too well. At last, he raised his eyes to you and slowly drew his blade. Come! he called—as one might summon a tragedy whose end was plain from the start.

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The Best Swordsman in the Capital
His blade tangled with yours, guided it, lured you into his trap—compelled you to dance to his rhythm, to the drumbeat he set. No retreat, no cowardice, no escape. As if the stage were already set, the spotlight upon him, and now, the final act! And so, your sword plunged into his heart. Blood splashed across his smiling lips; his crimson hair flared like fire, then faded. No one had yearned more deeply to taste death—that terror and temptation, that shadow none dare face yet binds all men. Now, he had his wish! You glared at him, teeth clenched, aching to carve more holes into his corpse, to ruin that damned, elegant form. But would he even care? Helpless, you cast your sword aside. In the hollow silence, you waited to wake.

Conditions:

The Next Day, [s1.name] Came to Visit
[s1.name] bowed politely, like an ordinary warrior, but it mesmerizing gaze rippling with something strange.

"I hope you don’t mind my little trick," it said. "I wanted to taste death, but a mirror cannot die—shatter it into a thousand pieces, and it remains a mirror. So... I borrowed your heart."

"Thanks to your earlier aid, I better grasp why humans are so... unlikable. Bound by flesh, gifted with complex minds yet trapped in frail bodies. You strive for the unattainable; every desire comes with pain. You beg the Mirror for wishes, scrutinize your reflections, and are never satisfied... So, I despise you.”

Then [s1.name] hesitated, weighing it next words carefully. "But you are also... fascinating. Yes, fascinating. In my original design, he was supposed to kill you, granting me the taste of death. Yet he turned the tables on me…"

It shrugged lightly. "[player.name], ‘I admit, humans are more intricate than I thought. A mirror captures only a fragment. So, I’ve decided to stay by your side—to experience things in a more… human way."

[s1.name] bowed once more. When it straightened, the last glimmer had faded from it eyes. Now, it looked entirely, utterly human.

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Result:

The Best Swordsman in the Capital
His blade tangled with yours, guided it, lured you into his trap—compelled you to dance to his rhythm, to the drumbeat he set. No retreat, no cowardice, no escape. As if the stage were already set, the spotlight upon him, and now, the final act! And so, your sword plunged into his heart. Blood splashed across his smiling lips; his crimson hair flared like fire, then faded. No one had yearned more deeply to taste death—that terror and temptation, that shadow none dare face yet binds all men. Now, he had his wish. And through this battle, the Mirror, too, grasped the weight of such tangled desire.

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But the Mirror Would Not Forgive It
The next day, [s1.name] came to visit you. It bowed like an ordinary warrior, but it mesmerizing gaze rippling with something strange.

"I hope you don’t mind my little trick," it said with a grin. "I wanted to taste death, but a mirror cannot die—shatter it into a thousand pieces, and it remains a mirror. So... I borrowed your heart."

"Thanks to your earlier aid, I better grasp why are so... unlikable. Bound by flesh, gifted with complex minds yet trapped in frail bodies. You strive for the unattainable; every desire comes with pain. You beg the Mirror for wishes, scrutinize your reflections, and are never satisfied... So, I despise you.”

"But you are also... fascinating. Yes, fascinating. In my design, he was meant to kill you, granting me the taste of death. Yet he turned the tables on me..."

It shrugged lightly, dopting an expression that suggested you ought to be grateful. "[player.name], I admit, these days have been more entertaining than mere observation. I suppose I’ll linger by your side a while longer."

And you, suppressing a strange unease, suddenly seized [s1.name] and demanded, "Where is Nabhani?"

[s1.name] gave you a puzzled look, then laughed. Leaning close, it whispered in your ear: "What are you talking about? Didn’t you kill him yourself?"

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Result:

Good Dog Never Mistakes Master
You waited in the dark maze for so long, yet the slaughter [s1.name] had prepared for you never came. You waited and waited, nearly drifting into sleep, until faint barks echoed through the shadows—dawn had broken. The mirror’s trick had failed. Frustrated, [s1.name] demanded you choose another one, so it could continue this twisted dance with slaughter and death.

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It was Only for Pleasure
Pleasure is always easier to embrace, even when you know it leads to death.

You held Junah close, anticipating the moment her trembling hands would once again close around your throat. In the darkness, every mirror reflected your naked forms, capturing every subtle shift, every fleeting change. You found yourself detached from your own desire—your body lost in ecstasy, while your soul noticed the growing pallor of Junah’s cheeks. Tears fell like scattered pearls around you, her sorrow and despair drowning you as she clung to you, weeping openly.

The Mirror watched in silence until the light of dawn dispelled the dream. You opened your eyes to the dawn’s light, only a faintly gleaming shield lay beside you, faithfully reflecting your face—no mockery, no jest, no emotion.

And so, you realized: the Mirror had left you. It had found the answer it sought. This shield was its parting gift—a final mercy for such pitiful creatures as humans.

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Result:

It was Only for Pleasure
Pleasure is always easier to embrace, even when you know it leads to death.

You knelt at Jalila’s feet, begging for the humblest of deaths. She granted it—generously, reluctantly. In the dark, the mirrors reflected your wretchedness, the noble symbols you had imagined: Pitiful humans! This is what rules you.

With a sigh of disappointment, the mirrors faded. You opened your eyes to the dawn’s light, only a faintly gleaming shield lay beside you, faithfully reflecting your face—no mockery, no jest, no emotion.

And so, you realized: the Mirror had left you. It had found the answer it sought. This shield was its parting gift—a final mercy for such pitiful creatures as humans.

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Long for Shama to Grant a Gentle Death
"But I cannot," Shama said, troubled. Yet her eyes held no tender affection—only plain truth. When you pressed her, she exhaled a sweet-smelling haze, set down the hookah, and rose gracefully. Cupping your face with pity, she murmured, "Haven’t you already died?"

Fear seized your throat. You batted her hand away, choking on silence. Under her amused gaze, under the mirrors’ cold scrutiny, doubt crept in—Had you? Were you truly already dead? A lost ghost, and life just a fleeting dream?

The illusion shattered with the truth, plunging you into terrifying silence. You thrashed, screamed, servants bursting in with lanterns, pulling you from the nightmare—until at last, you gasped awake, wiping sweat from your brow. Then your fingers brushed something icy. A faintly gleaming shield lay beside you, reflecting your face—no mockery, no jest, no emotion.

And so, you realized: the Mirror had left you. It had found the answer it sought. This shield was its parting gift—a final mercy for such pitiful creatures as humans.

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The Mirror could not fathom why you chose Lumera to bear this bloody sin. Was it some baseless guilt? A cruel jest, to stain her book-holding hands? Or did you seek to reclaim what you had given her? Yet the Mirror did not interfere.

And so, in this dream, Lumera’s form emerged, shimmering with silver starlight. In an instant, she understood the Mirror’s hunger. Then, serene, she turned to you and spoke in an ethereal voice: "I will not do this. But I can show you death."

You watched as an endless scroll unfurled from the heavens, its pages inscribed in a strange tongue—each stroke a life, each word a fate. Past and future distilled into every character, a universe bound in ink...

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You read and read, the scroll endless, and so you read on and on, the stars shifting, their light tracing your ascent—until, without realizing, you had climbed so high! The moon lay beneath your feet, the earth a sapphire below...

In a fleeting moment, it struck you: this was the world as seen by the stars. Perhaps a thousand years, perhaps ten thousand, until at last, she chose to descend... Then fate cast its translucent line, and you met before a bookstore in the world of mortals...

You woke to dawn, the truths of the dream slipping away, replaced only by the hushed steps and whispers of servants weaving through the quiet morning. Faintly, from some distant corridor, came Lumera’s voice—reading, no doubt, to the others. It was a good morning. You rose, dressed, and there on the rug lay a faintly gleaming mirror... or, by its size, perhaps a shield? It reflected your face faithfully—no mockery, no jest, no emotion.

And in that moment, you realized: the Mirror had left you. Or rather, it had stayed behind in the dream.

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You read and read, the scroll endless, and so you read on and on, the stars shifting, their light tracing your ascent—until, without realizing, you had climbed so high! The moon lay beneath your feet, the earth a sapphire below—but what did it matter? Before truth, before knowledge, the hours of mortal life meant nothing. You remained in that eternal scroll, as days and nights passed, as millennia turned.

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In the labyrinth of night, every mirror reflected your betrayal of Seliman, or perhaps of Sadani... Yet Seliman did not draw his blade. As the Sultan’s guard, he was not so easily fooled by the Mirror’s petty tricks.

"I know of countless possibilities. I have considered each," he said, sitting cross-legged, unmoving, his eyes shut. "But until his promise to her is fulfilled, he cannot die."

The Mirror seethed—yet had no choice but to concede defeat. In the end, it demanded you choose another, so it might continue its exploration of death and slaughter.

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The moment Mahir appeared, her eyes lit up—not for you, but for those shimmering mirrors! Wielding the tiny hammer in her palm—who knew how omnipotent it was in dreams! She eagerly set to studying why these little mirrors could emit sounds and project images. What was the principle? How could it be replicated? And so, Mahir spent the entire night in research...

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The Next Day, [s1.name] Came to Visit
[s1.name] bowed to you—like a wounded dog, or rather, like someone grievously injured—and it actually knew how to bow to a human!

"I hope you'll forgive my little jest—" it said with genuine sincerity. "I wanted to experience death, so I thought to borrow your mind for just a moment... But that woman nearly tore me apart for good. Now, I have no desire to experience it at all. She's terrifying... and yet... utterly fascinating. I don’t know why. Perhaps staying by your side will help me understand this feeling. But I absolutely cannot let her discover I’m that mirror—and you must swear to keep my secret. If you agree, I’ll remain in your service."

You had no reason to refuse! With your promise secured, [s1.name] sighed in relief, bowed once more, and when it straightened, When it straightened, the last glimmer had faded from its eyes. Now, it looked entirely, utterly human.

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The Next Day, Mahir Came to Visit
You were frantically shaking every mirror in the house when Mahir arrived—ever since you woke up, you could no longer sense its presence... Mahir, however, seemed utterly delighted. She told you she’d stumbled upon a brand-new inspiration! A technology of the future—mysterious, convenient, revolutionary... She spun tales of its wonders, desperately urging you to invest more in her work. To convince you, she even pulled out three vials of silvery aether: "Look, I know it looks strange, but I swear its properties are identical to aether! I found these by my bed when I woke up! It’s fate—I’m meant to bring this glorious invention to life. Please, you’ve got to help me!"

You couldn’t help but stare wide-eyed... If you weren’t mistaken... Mahir had actually dismantled [s1.name]... Well... If [s1.name] had always wanted to experience death, then it had gotten its wish, in a way... As you soothed Mahir’s enthusiasm, you couldn’t help but feel relieved—at least it wasn’t you who’d been taken apart.

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I Would Never Treat My Master this Way
The Mirror had failed. No matter how it stoked hatred and fury, Aziz remained unmoved. In the end, it had no choice but to relent—and demand you choose another one, so it might complete its final exploration of slaughter and death.

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He Had Embraced the Darkness
In the labyrinth of night, Aziz’s form slowly emerged. In his grip was a stone spear, honed to a razor’s edge. His gaze did not stray to the mirrors, but fixed upon you, unwavering. Then, he advanced. With each step, the weight of his presence grew heavier. He had changed, you realized. This was no longer the slave you knew, nor the fallen one who had tasted the fruit and succumbed. The pale spear pierced your chest with unstoppable force. Then, with cold detachment, he drew it back—and slit his own throat. Blood spilled forth, a crimson river flooding the slopes. The Mirror watched in silence… Through your heart, by his hand, the Mirror had savored true vengeance, slaughter, and death. And this was beyond all undoing.

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In the labyrinth of night, Zephyr rubbed his eyes in bewilderment—he saw countless mirrors, each reflecting scenes of terror. By the Mirror’s design, he should have snatched up the blade at his feet and slain you then and there. Yet Zephyr just turned tail and fled!

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The next morning, you woke in agony—your body ached, your legs worst of all. Struggling to piece together the night’s events, you hauled yourself upright, trembling—just as [s1.name] flung open your door, eyes blazing, teeth clenched. "I owe you an apology," it spat.

"Huh?"

[s1.name] drew a slow breath, forcing patience: "I wanted to taste death, but a mirror cannot die—shatter it into a thousand pieces, and it remains a mirror. So... I borrowed your heart."

"Thanks to your earlier aid, I better grasp why humans are so... unlikable. Bound by flesh, gifted with complex minds yet trapped in frail bodies. You strive for the unattainable; every desire comes with pain. You beg the Mirror for wishes, scrutinize your reflections, and are never satisfied... So, I despise you.”

[s1.name]’s voice rose, sharp as steel. "Humans are insufferable! Last night—your damned servant ran like a hare! Sobbing, pleading—I never meant to harm him! I told him he couldn’t escape, but he wouldn’t listen. So we made a wager—"

[s1.name] left it there, but you understood. The Mirror had lost. Badly. You coughed into your hand, silently praising Zephyr’s cunning.

[s1.name] glared. "This is your fault! Now I’m stuck as a human, bound to serve you! You lucky bastard!" You praised [s1.name]’s honor, probing for the wager’s terms—but it rolled its eyes and stalked off without a word.

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The Mirror couldn’t catch that damned, fleet-footed insect! In this dream, he ran faster than ever—so fast he even bolted straight out of the dream’s edges…

In the end, the Mirror had no choice but to return to you, seething, and demand you pick another one—so it could continue its wretched hunt for slaughter and death.

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I Can... I Can!
In the labyrinth of night, Inal's trembling hands clutched a blade. You saw the tears brimming in her eyes—tears wrung from the despair and bitterness the mirror had shown her.

"I can... I can kill you!" she whispered feverishly. "You've done so many terrible things to me... Just this once, I can! I'll pretend you're the goose that pecked me, the fish that splashed water in my face, the chicken that kept thrashing with its throat slit—though people probably just... stop moving when their throats are cut—"

Her words spilled out like frantic raindrops, yet her grip on the blade was clumsy, unpracticed. Of course—this young girl had never killed before. No matter how angry, how bitter, she had never even considered it. The emotions driving her now were the Mirror's doing. You sighed inwardly, lying still on the ground, eyes shut, playing the part of a harmless sleeper. Her footsteps drew closer. For a heartbeat, you even felt the tension of the blade nearing your skin—Then, clang. The dagger fell to the floor. The girl crumpled, covering her face as sobs wracked her. "But... but if I kill you... what about Madam? She'd be heartbroken! I can't... I can't!"

The Mirror watched, silent, as her weakness and struggle played out. In the end, she never picked up the blade.

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The Next Day, [s1.name] Came to Visit
[s1.name] bowed politely, like an ordinary warrior, but it mesmerizing gaze rippling with something strange.

"I hope you don’t mind my little trick," it said. "I wanted to taste death, but a mirror cannot die—shatter it into a thousand pieces, and it remains a mirror. So... I borrowed your heart."

"Thanks to your earlier aid, I better grasp why humans are so... unlikable. Bound by flesh, gifted with complex minds yet trapped in frail bodies. You strive for the unattainable; every desire comes with pain. You beg the Mirror for wishes, scrutinize your reflections, and are never satisfied... So, I despise you.”

Then [s1.name] hesitated, weighing it next words carefully. "But you are also... fascinating. Yes, fascinating. I wanted to use her to kill you, so I could experience death, but something overshadowed hatred—it even surpassed the limits of pain, surpassed death..."

It frowned deeply, finally shaking: "[player.name], ‘I admit, humans are more intricate than I thought. A mirror captures only a fragment. So, I’ve decided to stay by your side—to experience things in a more… human way."

[s1.name] bowed once more. When it straightened, the last glimmer had faded from it eyes. Now, it looked entirely, utterly human.

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Transcendence
Almost the moment she appeared in this mirror maze, Inal let out a gasp of surprise. She glanced around curiously, then plucked a small golden hand mirror from the darkness as if conjuring it from thin air...

"Ah, it's you," she said with a smile, sitting cross-legged on the ground as if utterly unaware of your presence. She spoke only to the mirror. "I've polished you so many times! In the storeroom, on the dressing table, in all sorts of strange places! You used to frighten me—but now I understand. It was magic all along."

She began murmuring to the mirror, her voice soft, like the hushed secrets shared between girls. Slowly, the specifics of their conversation faded from your hearing. In the long wait, you truly fell asleep.

The next day, by your side lay a faintly glowing shield. It was a good morning. You rose, dressed, and there on the rug lay a faintly gleaming shield. It reflected your face faithfully—no mockery, no jest, no emotion.

You realized: the Mirror had left you. Through last night's conversation, it had found the answer it sought. This shield was its final gift of gratitude.

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If I Stray from the Path
Faraj’s betrayal does not pain or grieve you, for you have long known—when you descend into the abyss of evil, this blade was always meant to find its way here.

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Then You Shall Kill Me
This was something Faraj had imagined many times yet never resolved to do—just as it was what you had long awaited, perhaps even longed for. When the blade pierced your heart, the Mirror perceived the ebb and ruin of your life, and the death of a heart.

The dream faded slowly. In the dawn’s light, only a faintly gleaming shield lay beside you, faithfully reflecting your face—no mockery, no jest, no emotion.

And so, you realized: the Mirror had left you. It had found the answer it sought. This shield was its parting gift—a final act of mercy for the pitiful creatures called human.

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This was something Faraj had imagined many times yet never resolved to do—just as it was what you had long awaited, perhaps even longed for.When the blade pierced your heart, the mirror shrieked: "This is wrong! This is wrong!"

It could not comprehend this play, nor the two actors it had cast itself: Why had you made such choices? Why could you so ruthlessly choose slaughter, yet so calmly embrace death? What was it that barred its understanding of humans? It was a mirror, after all—the finest mimic in the world!

It spun madly around your corpse, clamoring so fiercely you could find no peace. But this was the limit and sorrow of humanity—how could you explain to an eternal thing, a heartless thing? With that thought, the Mirror fell silent.

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A Visitor Came to See You
"I hope you don’t mind last night’s jest." The guest was [s1.name], and [s1.gender] bowed politely, their demeanor uncharacteristically restrained. "Perhaps you were right. My contempt, scorn, and arrogance toward humans have only driven me further from them. I toyed with your hearts, believing I understood you—when all I did was ‘see.’"

"I apologize, [player.name]. I will continue to explore these human questions, but now, I shall do so in a more ‘human’ way. Command me as you would any of your followers." With that, [s1.name] bowed again—just as a true human might.

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Kill Me, Replace Me
You spoke these words to your brother. Countless mirrors reflected your identical faces, and in a daze, you could no longer tell which were your reflections and which was your true brother—did he even exist? A shudder ran through you.

"That won’t do," he replied—or perhaps, the countless versions of you in the mirrors did. "This is your fate, and mine." The voices layered upon each other, an endless echo crashing down. Through the forest of mirrors, you glimpsed a swirling black mist coiled behind you both—and in that instant, a familiar presence... a chilling one, shattered every mirror. Before you could discern what it was, the dream ended. You jolted awake to an indescribable warning, finding every mirror in your home reduced to dust.

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A Dreamless Night
The Mirror had failed. It demanded you choose another one.

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In the labyrinth of night, a blade clattered at [s2.name]’s feet. The mirrors encircling [s2.name] flickered with scenes of betrayal and abandonment, blood spilling freely across their surfaces—soon, your blood would join it, mingling with visions that had not yet come to pass, yet were no less real for it.

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Seizing this rare moment, the Mirror savored the ebb and ruin of your life through your heart and [s2.name]’s hand, relishing the intricate, fleeting emotions in its mind… until the next day, when it returned to you in human guise, announced by servants, and bowed with practiced courtesy.

"I hope you don’t mind my little trick," it said. "I wanted to taste death, but a mirror cannot die—shatter it into a thousand pieces, and it remains a mirror. So... I borrowed your heart."

"Thanks to your earlier aid, I better grasp why humans are so... unlikable. Bound by flesh, gifted with complex minds yet trapped in frail bodies. You strive for the unattainable; every desire comes with pain. You beg the Mirror for wishes, scrutinize your reflections, and are never satisfied... So, I despise you.”

Then [s1.name] paused, then smiled. "But you are also... fascinating. Yes, fascinating."

With a careless shrug—yet offering no further insight—[s1.name] concluded: "[player.name], I admit, these days have been more entertaining than mere observation. I suppose I’ll linger by your side a while longer—though I intend to experience things in a more... human way."

Having settled on this conclusion, [s1.name] bowed once more. When it straightened, the last glimmer had faded from its eyes. Now, it looked entirely, utterly human.

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How effortlessly one can manipulate hatred and spur a self-righteous vengeance! Regardless, the Mirror was pleased with the outcome.

You jolted awake, pushing yourself upright—only to find your wounds gone. In the dawn’s light, only a faintly gleaming shield lay beside you, faithfully reflecting your face—no mockery, no jest, no emotion.

And so, you realized: the Mirror had left you. It had found the answer it sought. This shield was its parting gift—a final act of mercy for the pitiful creatures called human.

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