Rites
You have chosen to follow the great Creator—one that claimed its throne by stealing your strength and harvesting your fruits—and now, in its mercy, allows you to follow. Tell me, how do you expect it to treat you? Or more precisely, how far do you think its tolerance extends?
ID: 5008258
Type: None
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Duration: 0 days
Waits For: 1 days
Marked as New Only on First Occurrence: 0
Starts Automatically: Yes
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How do you expect the Creator to treat you?
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: No
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You gritted your teeth and told it to treat you like food. You could nourish it; after all, you possessed strength and ideas, did you not? You even had the Dragon's Eye! Your tiny power could surely serve it... You want it to just think of you as a dessert!
"Dessert! Baa-ha! Dessert! A hero with the Dragon's Eye says they're just a little dessert!" The sheep roared with laughter again, and the small cloud-creatures around it joined in. But when they laughed too hard, their shapes came undone, the clouds unconsciously reforming into generals, priests, kings, dictators—all kinds of murderers. "Very well, I will treat you as a tasty snack. I will make good use of your power... you're right, this will be useful to me, baa-baa-baa-baa —"
The louder its laughter, the weaker the pressure on you became. You could stand a little straighter.
"Ah, but baa... since you seem so interested and full of ideas about creating a world—ah baa, sorry, I forgot again. After all, you're the one who gathered all this power. You were supposed to be the Creator, baa-ha-ha—so what do you think? Who should be my enemy, baa? After all, enemies create friends, and hatred gives rise to love, doesn't it?"
Its enemy? The enemy of the new world? Before you could even breathe easy, you had to think once more...
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You told it to treat you just as humans treat cute animals and pets—you wanted nothing more.
"I know exactly how that works, baa-ha-ha-ha —" The sheep laughed again, and the little cloud creatures around it joined in. But when they laughed too hard, their shapes came undone, the clouds unconsciously reforming into generals, priests, kings, dictators—all kinds of murderers. "Very well, I'll treat you like a little creature, just as cute as me, baa. Or rather, no human can be as cute as me, for humans are not very cute by nature, baa-baa-baa-baa—fine, I'll leash you, feed you grass, and teach you a few tricks now and then!"
The louder its laughter, the weaker the pressure on you became. You could stand a little straighter.
"Ah, but baa... since you seem so interested and full of ideas about creating a world—ah baa, sorry, I forgot again. After all, you're the one who gathered all this power. You were supposed to be the Creator, baa-ha-ha—so what do you think? Who should be my enemy, baa? After all, enemies create friends, and hatred gives rise to love, doesn't it?"
Its enemy? The enemy of the new world? Before you could even breathe easy, you had to think once more...
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You wondered what a sheep that created the world would want to hear. Since it led a legion of strange creatures... you tentatively spoke the word "child."
You told it that compared to its ancient, immense power, you were merely a child who had existed for mere decades—not even a child, at most a precocious infant! So you hoped it would guide you, teach you, treat you like its own child...
Your words made the sheep and the clouds around it pause. Then they slowly gathered, as if thinking and discussing.
"I am not yet a god. Only those who have created a world—and those two shameless castaways—can call themselves gods, baa. But... since you gave me your power, I can create my own world. I will be a god, baa. And a god... should probably have divine offspring."
They surged toward you, pressing in from all sides.
"You helped me become a god, baa, so it would only be fitting for you to be my divine offspring, my child, my heir! And then... if I grow bored and go off to play in other worlds, you will take the role of those two castaways—staying in this world forever, waiting for my return! Ah-ha-baa, perfect!"
Castaways? What did it mean...? But there was no time to think. The sheep nodded in satisfaction and immediately asked the next question.
"Ah, but baa... since you seem so interested and full of ideas about creating a world—ah baa, sorry, I forgot again. After all, you're the one who gathered all this power. You were supposed to be the Creator, baa-ha-ha—so what do you think? Who should be my enemy, baa? After all, enemies create friends, and hatred gives rise to love, doesn't it?"
Its enemy? The enemy of the new world? You had to gather your thoughts once more...
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While you were absorbed in thought, Lamblet suddenly attacked and knocked you from the clouds. Amid a long string of shrill "baa-ha-ha" laughter, it soared higher, leaving you to watch helplessly, powerless to stop it.
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