Rites
True battles unfold within...
You agonize over why this fate has befallen you. You only wanted to be an ordinary courtier living a simple life. What error brought you to this point?
Why did this happen?
ID: 5004818
Type: Enemy
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Duration: 1 days
Waits For: 3 days
Marked as New Only on First Occurrence: 0
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Trapped by cruel fate, you've become a fountain of complaints. Your grievances seem endless.
You recognize this obsession as unhealthy... yet cannot stop yourself...
"Why me?! Was advising the Sultan wrong? Isn't that a courtier's duty? Why is virtue punished? Why am I suffering? Why?"
Evil?
Locks: Yes
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Is Empty: No
Is Enemy: No
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Good?
Locks: Yes
Is Key: No
Is Empty: No
Is Enemy: No
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Your Own Thoughts
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Is Key: No
Is Empty: No
Is Enemy: No
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Your rationality can help, if you possess it
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Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: No
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Your faith may help, if strong enough
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: No
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Consider the people and events around you for inspiration
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Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: No
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Trapped by cruel fate, you've become a fountain of complaints. Your grievances seem endless.
You recognize this obsession as unhealthy... yet cannot stop yourself...
"Why me?! Was advising the Sultan wrong? Isn't that a courtier's duty? Why is virtue punished? Why am I suffering? Why?"
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You foolishly seek to resolve your spiritual crisis through the absurd gods of the cultists.
You pray, plead, beg... only to be answered by cold laughter from the darkness.
Perhaps you still need to prove your worth to the chaotic gods.
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You attempt to resolve your inner conflict through the god will of the Purist...
A white light surges into your mind, piercing your spine and triggering waves of agony - this is the Purist's response to your prayer -
"You are unworthy," says the pain. "Think again, consider what you could do for the Purist."
It "helps" you ponder for quite some time before gradually subsiding.
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Cruel fate ensnares you, wrapping like precious silk, layer upon layer, slowly suffocating you...
But suddenly, a breeze caresses your face and reveals a startling truth - wasn't all this your choice? You could have remained silent, followed the crowd, even eagerly licked the Sultan's boots and encouraged him to cast misfortune onto others!
Yet you chose to stand and oppose him. Every step was your decision...
You recall those emotions - the sense of duty, that unbearable anger... in that moment, you took pride in yourself.
You open your eyes, mind crystalline with clarity. Having chosen this path yourself, complaints become meaningless.
You're prepared to challenge fate now, and if necessary, to seize it by the throat.
Your destiny belongs to you alone, not to heaven.
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In painful contemplation, you suddenly remember your original purpose.
You're caught in this cruel fate because you chose to stand and counsel the Sultan, because you couldn't remain a silent witness.
You ask yourself: would you become a villain - someone who revels in the Sultan's cruel games - just to escape this fate?
The answer shines clear. Fate may batter and torment you, but it cannot twist your essence. Given another chance, you would stand against the Sultan again.
Understanding this brings profound relief, even drawing soft laughter from your lips.
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As fate's painful barbs subside, sudden exhilaration grips you.
Playing the Sultan's game may ultimately cost your head, but before that happens, couldn't you justifiably remove many other heads? You could indulge in pleasures under the Sultan's banner, exploit others' fear of the game for wealth, and taste imperial authority!
This will certainly be a magnificent game, and you intend to enjoy every moment!
The thought makes you hum cheerfully to yourself.
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You watch this pitiful figure trembling before you.
Your fate rests in the Sultan's hands, yet you hold the fate of many others in yours... doesn't this mean the game grants you Sultan-like power?
You spread your palms, studying them intently. A slave can only control his own hands, but a royal courtier controls vastly more...
The sensation of dominance feels strangely intoxicating, not unpleasant at all.
You're ready to fully embrace the Sultan's game.
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The world's malice pours down like black rain, drenching you completely. You curl inward, arms tight around your body, defenseless.
As pain torments you, Maggie gently embraces you. Her slender frame shields you from much of the cruelty...
"None of this is your fault, my love," Maggie whispers in your ear. "If the world punishes you for doing what's right, then the world itself is wrong."
You hold each other, tears mingling... This greatly eases your suffering. Yes, if the world stands wrong, then you must correct its error. Even if you die trying, at least you can say, "I did nothing wrong."
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You suddenly recall what Nabhani said when you first entered this game, as he stood beside the Sultan...
"So you've become the protagonist now, haven't you?"
You had no time to consider his words then, but looking back, Nabhani's view of the game has remained remarkably consistent.
He sees each encounter as merely a chapter in a story - enemies as backdrop, friends as decorative flowers - everything exists to highlight himself as the protagonist. Therefore, nothing warrants complaint!
You smile wryly. Perhaps Nabhani is right... Now that you've become this game's protagonist, you should deliver an unforgettable performance for your audience.
With this thought, you straighten your posture, roll your stiff shoulders and neck, then glance at your reflection.
The curtain has risen, and the protagonist has taken the stage!
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Your thoughts turn to the cultists.
Isn't their daily existence just like living in the Sultan's game? Sometimes starving, sometimes feasting, sometimes beaten by Purist priests, other times pressed against warm flesh in darkness... They never know where tomorrow finds them, whether they'll survive; they can only accept, then accept again.
Ah... they understand the truth.
This is the way of the world, the nature of life - whoever attempts to predict their path is a foolish sage; whoever expects to control their future is a blasphemous saint!
Understanding this, you feel the burden on your shoulders suddenly vanish. Stop questioning why this fate befell you - such destiny awaits everyone. "Unpredictability" forms fate's very essence.
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Could it be... that all this is some deity's arranged trial? That the Sultan's game is dark as pitch so humanity's faint light within shines like stars...
Is this god waiting for you—Their follower, Their lamb, Their lost bluebird—to find the crack in cruel fate and lead others from this game? Everything has cracks; that's how light enters. Just look upward—find the channel through which true divinity descends!
You suddenly understand those Purist followers who find pleasure in self-torture... The path given by divinity isn't torture but blessing.
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You dare invoke the most unholy name before the Immaculate Purity!
They thunder through your mind, Their light a spear piercing heaven and earth, a ruler lashing the world...
Until the next day's sunset, whenever your focus wavers, everything before you shatters into light and flames... This divine punishment They foretell... fortunately, They cannot execute it immediately.
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Darkness boils as you mention Their enemy's name before a god.
Their anger transforms into a dark forest, intending to make you lost forever... Fortunately, you still pray for light in your heart. This beam, like a faint lamp, illuminates your path back to the mortal realm... it also reveals the monstrosities the evil god created from your fears. Masterpieces crafted from your inner terrors... about death, betrayal, failure, love... After waking, these images linger.
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Two gods, two enemies both craving world destruction, meet unexpectedly in the depths of your mind.
Here is an excellent battlefield where They can destroy each other... destroy your mind... again and again.
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