Result:

• Card (Mystique)
• Prompt:

  最终你也没有按照马尔基娜那莫名其妙的想法去做，虽然她很失望，但也没有掩盖这段时间你对她的帮助。

The god's attendant is chosen. Now you turn to the question: what kind of "divine power" will you show?

You've convinced Malkina to stage the revelation at dusk across the river, where boatmen and dockworkers gather on the banks. You and your attendant will appear together and perform a miracle. If Malkina can truly shape "what a god should look like," if the miracle is wondrous enough... they might just believe you're a new god.

Of course, it all comes down to one thing: finding the right power. The kind of magic that different Sultan Cards cast on the hearts of those who see them.

The Extravagance Card... but a god draped in gold? Too vulgar. This city is already crawling with nobles wrapped in the stuff. The slaves here have seen it all. They won't be fooled so easily.

Then it hits you. Extravagance isn't just glittering lords. It's the freezing, starving poor. People might be tired of gilded deity statues. But a god who suffers? That they would yearn for.

Malkina grasps it at once. She promises the finest ascetic's rags for you and your attendant. And she'll "try not to make it too painful."

You almost can't wait.

Conditions:

• Slot #3 Has Tag (Extravagance) = 1

马尔基娜确实拿出了所有本领。

她用银粉把你身体的某些部分提亮，另一些部分则用沥青般的黑色化妆膏厚厚覆盖住。她尤其强调了你的颧骨，经过她的勾画，你的脸看起来简直就像是活骷髅一般。她给你准备的服装是囚犯般的破衣烂衫，都拖着长长的破布，那些布向外支棱着，就像是你自己带来了寒风；其实是因为这些布被泡在米汤里定了型。

这一切做完之后，她又准备了一大盆的红色颜料，嘱咐你的侍从何时、何样地把它们倾倒进你面前的河流。

天色昏暗，河水奔流，对岸的纤夫们正倚在船边闲聊天。这正是个适合神明显圣的好日子……

你深吸一口气，跨出了藏身的树林。

Conditions:

• Slot #3 Has Tag (Extravagance) = 1

You appear, sudden as a thought. A girl prying shellfish from its shell looks up and spots you. She lifts her hand and points, and soon every eye is on you. Your attendant chooses that moment to tip the bucket.

Gasps rise from the crowd. Every eye fixed on the "blood" seeping from the ground at your feet, spreading until a wide stretch of the river runs red. You stand perfectly still, your gaze mournful, fixed on the people across the shore.

This silent play is exactly the god they've been waiting for. A god who suffers, because they suffer. A god who endures, because they endure. A god who rages, because they rage, though they dare not speak it. Until now, they see a gaunt, tormented divinity, raging for them.

You feel their grief. You raise your hand, pointing to the setting sun. Its crimson light drips down like blood, washing away the painted stains, dyeing the whole river red.

All of them fall to their knees. Some throw themselves into the water, struggling toward your feet. For weeks after, these people will show the crowds the bloodstains on their skin, marks that never wash away. And all will see them as a blessing from the divine.

Malkina shaped the god's appearance. But the god's soul? That was woven by those who witnessed.

Conditions:

• Slot #3 Has Tag (Extravagance) = 1

Result:

• Counter (7100006): Add 1
• Adjust Tag (Physique) of Slot #1: Add 1
• Adjust Tag (Stealth) of Slot #2: Add 1
• Counter (7000874): Add 1

Action:

• Enable Event: Visiting the Saint

You breathe deep. Close your eyes. Let everything collapse inward, into your awareness. There, the Conquest Card shapes itself into a crown. It tempts you, reminding you of all you could achieve.

Yes. You had the power all along.

Your foot already rests on that faint line between mortal and divine.

Is this moment truly just a whim of Malkina's? Or could it be that your own power—so rich it overflows—has seeped into her, stirring something deep, making her reach, without knowing why, to carve out a chance for you...?

In the darkness, you smile. Then you gather your will and shape a ball of brilliant light, storing it in the place where your heart beats.

You open your eyes and tell Malkina you're ready. "This miracle will be a new sun."

She startles, then steadies soon.

"I'll prepare the perfect look for you. Something fit for the sun."

Measuring tape, makeup box, cloth in hand, she throws herself at you.

Conditions:

• Slot #3 Has Tag (Conquest) = 1

马尔基娜确实拿出了所有本领。

她在你头上洒满了金粉，你的头发看起来和阳光一样金灿灿；她又用树胶涂在圆形玻璃背面，把它们贴在你的全身上下。而后，她仔细为你化了妆，让额头更高，鼻梁更高，双眼的眼角下垂，嘴唇十分的薄。

“人们都觉得这样的面孔最神圣，”她一边忙着一边说，“一定要厌世，一定要满不在乎，一定要轻蔑——人们就是喜欢被神明看不起的感觉！”

她用一块几乎没有重量的轻纱围在你腰间，轻纱上也贴了大量的玻璃片；接着，她在你的手臂和躯干上贴了一些黑色的布；布是粗糙的、不会反光的，这样一来，从远处看，你的身体像是在金灿灿的光芒中支离破碎一般。

“人是没办法断成好几截还继续活动的，对吧？所以大家一看您这样，就知道您不是人啦。”

……事已至此，你也只能相信她了。

于是，装扮好的你走出藏身之处，让你的侍从跟在你身后。天色昏暗，河水奔流，对岸的纤夫们正倚在船边闲聊天。

你深吸一口气，从自己的胸中取出了那轮太阳，将之托举到头顶之上……

Conditions:

• Slot #3 Has Tag (Conquest) = 1

The moment the blazing sun rises from your chest, every last one of them drops to their knees. The haulers, the boatwomen, the porters—all of them. People weep, pressing their foreheads to the ground.

The sun climbs higher, setting you ablaze with light. Your form, artfully fragmented, shimmers and sways within the golden glow. Countless shards of glass catch the rays, reflecting the sunlight, until you blaze like the sky itself. Beside you, your attendant, robed in equal glory, chants, sings, and praises. A sight like this... once seen, one will never forget.

Malkina has done it. Not a single soul among them thinks you are merely a mortal, finely dressed. She has shaped, with her own hands, what a god should look like.

She has proven she can sculpt divinity itself. Though she admits, quietly: if the one being sculpted were not you, it might not have gone so smoothly.

When the revelation ends, Malkina sweeps a black cloth through the air. You slip behind it in an instant. The light dims, and night falls. The crowd stands frozen, mouths agape.

In the days that follow, the tale spreads: a god descended at dusk. And they say that god looked a bit like [player.name].

Conditions:

• Slot #3 Has Tag (Conquest) = 1

Result:

• Counter (7100006): Add 1
• Adjust Tag (Charisma) of Slot #1: Add 1
• Adjust Tag (Magic) of Slot #2: Add 1
• Counter (7000874): Add 1

Action:

• Enable Event: Visiting the Saint

The Bloodshed Card calls to you. This mortal world—saturated with violence, rage, death—calls to you. Yes, slaughtering mortals would be a kind of divine power. But in a city drowning in blood and brutality, that won't make you stand out.

"Let's stage a miracle," you tell Malkina. "A battle against a monster. People remember the valiant hero, yes, but they remember the formidable enemy more."

Malkina understands at once. She grabs her cosmetics, sends word: find the biggest stray dogs they can. She'll dress you up. And then, before the crowd, you'll give them a show, a fight worth remembering.

Conditions:

• Slot #3 Has Tag (Bloodshed) = 1

马尔基娜确实拿出了所有本领。

她扯掉了你身上的几乎所有衣服，只在腰部围了一圈绳子。她又用更多绳子装饰你有力的臂膀和宽阔的后背，给你涂了油，又在绳子上挂了一些小绳子，让它们看起来就像是蛇。至于你的脸，勇猛的神不用显得太英俊，她只是把你的头发向高处梳，让你的头显得更小，从而衬的肩膀更宽、更有力；她给你涂抹了更黑的化妆膏，在你腰间挂上了一卷硕大的长鞭。

至于那些狗，马尔基娜在它们身上涂了磷，又用银粉涂了它们的尖牙；现在，在昏暗的日光下，它们看起来有如从地狱中现身的魔兽一般！

她做好这些事之后，又举起一面镜子让你和你的侍从看看自己的样子。你几乎惊呆了——镜子中的人孔武有力，面目狰狞，身形健硕地不可思议；而且，这人浑身都挂着似乎正在蠕动的蛇，还佩着一柄看起来足有一百斤重的长鞭……那些狗儿则欢快地低吠着，丝毫不知道自己现在看起来有多骇人。

于是，装扮好的你和侍从还有狗儿一起走出藏身之处，让你的侍从跟在你身后。天色昏暗，河水奔流，对岸的纤夫们正倚在船边闲聊天。

你深吸一口气，让侍从放出狗群，然后做出了一副与其作战的姿态……

Conditions:

• Slot #3 Has Tag (Bloodshed) = 1

Between your menacing glare and the dogs going feral over their chicken treats, the act is incredibly convincing. Throw in your attendant's wild antics and Malkina's magic, and you've managed to make the absurd look authentic. That's the core of divinity: doing the ridiculous with total conviction.

The crowd is absolutely spellbound. At first, they're scared the "beast" will swallow you whole, but then they take one look at your snakes and your gear and realize you're the one in charge.

The show was supposed to end with the dogs retreating into Malkina's smoke, but the crowd's fear has taken on a life of its own. They aren't just watching a show anymore. They're waiting for a god to save them.

The long shadows of the sunset blend the dogs into a single, terrifying beast with heads to spare. It lets out a roar, clears the stage, and comes for you with a mouth as red as the evening sky.

In the local folklore, it's now a fact that a god like [player.name] saved the city and its river from a great evil. It took a lot of bandages to fix the "phantom" bruises you walked away with, but the dogs certainly didn't mind the act—they were paid handsomely in chicken.

Conditions:

• Slot #3 Has Tag (Bloodshed) = 1

Result:

• Counter (7100006): Add 1
• Adjust Tag (Physique) of Slot #1: Add 1
• Adjust Tag (Combat) of Slot #2: Add 1
• Counter (7000874): Add 1

Action:

• Enable Event: Visiting the Saint

You look at the Carnality Card in your hand, a tether to the restless sea of human desire. Lust, appetite, the need for attention, the drive to survive... how do you spark that one craving shared by everyone?

As you watch these tangled whims rise and fall, it suddenly makes sense. Everyone just wants to outshine their neighbor. But the millions left behind? All they want is a level playing field.

Malkina's hands are a blur while you're lost in thought. She's already dolling you up, making sure you look like the brilliant, kind god you are.

Conditions:

• Slot #3 Has Tag (Carnality) = 1

Malkina gives it everything she has.

She robes you in a white cope so pure it covers every inch of skin. Then drapes you in silver chains, like a sacred sinner. She sweeps your hair back, baring your face, and paints you pale as bone.

"You need to look like them," she says, working swiftly on your face. "The suffering ones. The poor. So they'll believe you've come to save them. But keep your eyes closed. Always closed. It makes you look more pained. More holy."

She traces silver and diamond patterns across your eyelids, then brushes more silver dust into the shape of tears. After that, she adorns your followers in the same way.

For the final touch, she gives you some herbs to make your voice raw and raspy.

Dusk settles. The river flows. On the far bank, haulers lean against their boats, chatting. A good day for a god to appear.

You breathe deep. Step from the trees.

Conditions:

• Slot #3 Has Tag (Carnality) = 1

You begin to speak, your voice low, raw, rasping. At first, they think you're just a madman, babbling. But soon your words carry farther, farther still, reaching even the far shore of the river. One by one, they set down their work and listen, drawn in by what you say.

You tell them: every soul is born in mercy of the divine. And you are living proof, for you have touched each one. Then you speak of the worst among them: those who steal the joy from other souls, hoarding it with dark magic, with lies and concealment. This you cannot bear. How you wish every being you ever touched could know equal happiness... and so the tears burn down your face. And so you have come. To tell them: do not give up. Do not despair. You were meant for joy. Look to the root of your sorrow. Do not fear, a god stands behind you. All of this is permitted.

The haulers, the boatwomen, the porters all stand frozen, staring. Your sacred robes. Your eyes, clenched in pain. That noble, solemn face Malkina painted. The attendant, kneeling in devotion behind you. But most of all: your words. Even Malkina admits: she can shape a god's appearance, but she cannot forge words that pierce the heart like this.

They fall to their knees on the riverbank. All of them. And they weep—with joy, with grief, with sudden understanding, with hatred long suppressed. Not a single soul among them thinks you are merely a mortal, finely dressed. Malkina has done it. She has shaped, with her own hands, what a god should look like.

In the days that follow, the tale spreads: a god descended at dusk. And people say: so that's what a god looks like... a bit like [player.name], they say.

Conditions:

• Slot #3 Has Tag (Carnality) = 1

Result:

• Counter (7100006): Add 1
• Adjust Tag (Wisdom) of Slot #1: Add 1
• Adjust Tag (Sociability) of Slot #2: Add 1
• Counter (7000874): Add 1

Action:

• Enable Event: Visiting the Saint