Rites

Reborn True God

They wait atop their divine throne, silently expecting you... All light and majesty retract into that moonstone body - a form resembling humanity. To concentrate their strength against you, to adapt to this world's laws, this mighty god chooses the form most resembling humans.

ID: 5010049

Type: None

Tips: None

Duration: 0 days

Waits For: 0 days

Marked as New Only on First Occurrence: 1

Starts Automatically: Yes

Triggers Result Automatically: No

Tag Tips: None

Tag Tips Up: Fight Result, Physique, Magic, Combat

Tag Tips Text:

Random Text: None

Random Text Up:

Roll #1
This is the final battle
Type: Fight Result
Type Tips: Your Combat, Magic and Physique are affected by the Destroyer and Aether of the True Faith.
Low Target: 5
Low Target Tips: You need at least 5 Successes.

Actions When Wait Expires

This rite has no actions when the wait expires.

Slots

Slot #1
Aether of the True Faith empowers their god

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: Yes

Conditions:

  • Type = Item
  • Tag (lock_136) Costs one of 1, 99

Pops: None

Slot #2
The Destroyer

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: Yes

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #3
Only enlightened sages can face the gods

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #4
Only mortal kings can face the gods

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #5
Only Their former enemies can face the gods

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #6
Consumable

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #7
Destructive ambition that sacrifices everything for victory... this sin belongs to you, and to the god

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #8
Indulging desire, coveting this world... this sin belongs to you, and to the god

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #9
Presuming to control everything... this sin belongs to you, and to the god

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #10
How many innocents have died! This sin belongs to you, and to the god

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

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

God Mortality
You mock the Destroyer, believing they could continuously manipulate you, use you to destroy this world? You've awaited this moment, waited for Their descent to earth...

That immaculate face develops a twisted fracture: this game both amuses and slightly frightens even a god...
Your Majesty Delight
You remain the Sultan's most loyal, beloved subject! What could be more fascinating, more inconceivable than challenging a god? And you, [player.name], have delivered your master before a deranged god! The Sultan laughs uproariously - a game beyond imagination...

Conditions:

United We Stand
The Highlord raises Their javelin - They never conceived that a contemptible mortal could truly honor the sacred pact and alter the world's fate...

Conditions:

Shared Guilt
Their divine form should have proven unassailable. Yet as Their herald, you learned Their transgressions, Their secrets, Their vulnerabilities...

The Highland Highlord strikes first! They drive a starlight spear through the Destroyer's right eye... representing their mutual arrogance.

Next, the Sultan's graceful blade-work carves countless wounds across Their back... embodying their equally mad desires.

And you, seizing this opportunity, thrust deep into the Destroyer's chest! Your shared obsession, that willingness to shatter the world for victory, guides this nearly fatal blow...

Victory lies within reach - a deity bleeds golden ichor, approaching death... though not without cost.

The Highlord loses both eyes, punishment for Their presumption to rule mortals; the Sultan's body erupts in countless wounds, blood spattering in response to each malicious joy taken in harming others...

And you, poor [p layer.name], your chest slowly splits open, mirroring how you've repeatedly torn your own spirit throughout this game...

The Destroyer's face cracks with maniacal laughter. Now, who will deliver the killing stroke? Who will sever Their throat while cutting their own? Who will bear the sin of slaying the innocent? Will you selfish maggots surrender your lives to preserve this world?

Against Their expectations, the three despicable masters quickly choose their sacrifice - the Highlord who commands heaven's stars grasps your left hand, while the Sultan who rules earth's multitudes seizes your right arm. Your heart lies exposed, your lungs seep blood... lacking any strength to resist these monarchs' dominion, you let them guide your hand, the blade pressed between... Like a puppet, you slice open the Destroyer's throat - committing an unprecedented crime since creation's dawn, you murder a being who helped forge the world...

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Result:

Sovereign's Sin
Their divine form should have proven unassailable. Yet as Their herald, you learned Their transgressions, Their secrets, Their vulnerabilities... First, the Sultan's graceful blade-work carves countless wounds across Their body... you know this can harm Them, for this mirrors the very desire They revealed when seeking to enter the world.

Seizing this chance, you pierce Their right eye with your spear - you know this can wound Them, for this represents Their covetous gaze upon mortal realms...

Unfortunately, this triumph demands its price. The Sultan's body erupts in countless wounds, blood spattering in response to each malicious joy taken in harming others... while you suffer blood-tears corroding your eyes, punishment for gazing directly upon divine truth.

The Destroyer's mockery rings out: Two guilty maggots dare judge a deity's sins! Each arrogant attempt will return upon you tenfold, hundredfold, millionfold! For you already wallow in sin! Like all mortals!

Without words, without sight, hearing the Sultan's mad war-cry, you instinctively hurl your weapon at the Destroyer: guided not by muscle and skill, but by your shared obsession - that madness willing to destroy the world for victory... This sinful connection drives your attack through the divine chest - while simultaneously, the Sultan's twin blades sever Their throat... You and your sovereign jointly commit an unprecedented crime since creation's dawn, conspiring to murder a being who helped forge the world...

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Result:

Sin of Deicide
Their divine form should have proven unassailable. Yet as Their herald, you learned Their transgressions, Their secrets, Their vulnerabilities... After you reveal everything to the Highlord, that master of stars unleashes frenzied vengeance.

Starlight spears first pierce the Destroyer's pale eyes, then methodically create countless wounds large and small across Their entire form, finally severing Their neck and letting golden blood flow.

The Highland Highlord wins again and again, this Star laughing wildly as if washing away ancient shame... Yet with the Destroyer's rending, mocking smile, retribution arrives - the Highlord's eyes explode from Their arrogance in ruling mortals! The Highlord's body tears apart, each wound marking a mortal They seduced... Finally, They bleed dry for every excessive demand for blood sacrifice.

A guilty Star-Souled dares judge true divinity's sins! Each arrogant attempt returns upon you tenfold, hundredfold, millionfold! For you already wallow in sin!

The Star weeps tears of regret - mourning Their mistakes? Or raging at failure? As Their blood nourishes the Destroyer's revival, as They rise to consume this sustenance and savor the crushed spirit... Seizing this final chance, you summon all remaining strength to hurl the Star's fallen javelin from behind: guided not by magic or skill, but by your shared obsession - that madness willing to destroy the world for victory... This sinful connection drives your attack through the divine chest - you commit an unprecedented crime since creation's dawn, murdering a being who helped forge the world...

Conditions:

Result:

Sin of Deicide
Their divine form should have proven unassailable. Yet as Their herald, you learned Their transgressions, Their secrets, Their vulnerabilities... Great [player.name] now wields knowledge and power sufficient to challenge divinity!

First you pierce the Destroyer's pale eyes - you know this can wound Them, for this represents Their covetous gaze upon mortal realms...

Then you methodically create countless wounds large and small across Their entire form... you know this can harm Them, for this mirrors the desire They revealed when seeking to enter the world.

Finally, you sever Their neck and let golden blood flow - this matches the blood They demanded from innocents!

Victory lies within reach - you've felled a deity! This joy proves fleeting. With the Destroyer's rending, mocking smile, your retribution arrives - you lose your sight, punishment for gazing directly upon divine truth.

Your body splits and bleeds, mirroring the torment you inflicted on lovers and those you never loved through lustful excess!

You begin bleeding, yet even draining every drop pales beside what you've made others shed!

The Destroyer's mockery rings out: Guilty maggot, you dare judge divine sins! Each arrogant attempt returns upon you tenfold, hundredfold, millionfold! For you already wallow in sin!

In dying despair, you hurl your weapon at the triumphant Destroyer... guided not by magic or skill, but by your shared obsession - that madness willing to destroy the world for victory... This sinful connection drives your attack through the divine chest - you commit an unprecedented crime since creation's dawn, murdering a being who helped forge the world...

Conditions:

Overflow
Infinite light, infinite sin. Retribution approaches - the Destroyer's final punishment. You will die for all you've done... yet without regret.

.......

Finally, after waiting centuries or perhaps mere moments: the sound of countless things breaking, like innumerable Sultan Cards snapping simultaneously... Something bound to your soul has shattered, your accumulated achievements exceeding its capacity to measure or contain...

You watch the sorceress disintegrate in the brilliant storm, see the Sultan's spirit face judgment as the game's instigator... while you become the final remnant of this runaway game.

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They, Invincible
Theoretically, you know Their weaknesses through shared sins... but They know yours as well. This is a hopeless battle - Their divine form deflects all attacks while you cannot perceive those hidden vulnerabilities... Feel no sorrow, no guilt. As a mortal, you've reached unparalleled heights... Accept glorious purification, accept the world's destiny.

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