You gaze upon the entity before you. In the void, your wills—and only wills—continue to clash. They realize that without offering an explanation, They will pay a greater price to get rid of you.

"Yes, just as you expected, [player.name]," Lamblet responds. With each uttered word, the sheep's form fractures further. You can't discern whether these are wounds or Their true essence, yet subtly, through the interplay of language and thought, they warp your mind. "I've orchestrated everything. The original [player.name] died long ago in the Sultan's Game. As for you, everything you know, see, and undergo—all stems from me. I am the one keeping this game spinning like a spool, weaving in more threads of fate..."

They gaze at the tumultuous primordial singularity, the nascent world in turmoil. "I saw this sliver of possibility before all began, but I couldn't give you any hints, lest the secret be revealed. Therefore, I patiently witnessed your countless failures! And fixed so countless messed-up timelines for you!"

Lamblet becomes more fragmented by the moment, Their exhaustion evident. "At last, you've arrived. Fantastic. Now, neither of us will have to 'repeat' this cycle anymore. Honestly, overseeing these 'repeats' was an incredibly tiresome task! But now, thanks to your remarkable feat, my dear protagonist, I shall assume the mantle of the Creator."

Their words shatter your resolve. You can no longer grasp Them, only witnessing Their departure towards the new world.

Conditions:

• Not Slot #2 = 1

Action:

• Ending: Echoing Cycle

You gaze upon the entity before you. In the void, your wills—and only wills—continue to clash. They realize that without offering an explanation, They will pay a greater price to get rid of you.

"Yes, just as you expected, [player.name]," Lamblet responds. With each uttered word, the sheep's form fractures further. You can't discern whether these are wounds or Their true essence, yet subtly, through the interplay of language and thought, they warp your mind. "I've orchestrated everything. The original [player.name] died long ago in the Sultan's Game. As for you, everything you know, see, and undergo—all stems from me. I am the one keeping this game spinning like a spool, weaving in more threads of fate..."

They gaze at the tumultuous primordial singularity, the nascent world in turmoil. "I saw this sliver of possibility before all began, but I couldn't give you any hints, lest the secret be revealed. Therefore, I patiently witnessed your countless failures! And fixed so countless messed-up timelines for you!"

Lamblet becomes more fragmented by the moment, Their exhaustion evident. "At last, you've arrived. Fantastic. Now, neither of us will have to 'repeat' this cycle anymore. Honestly, overseeing these 'repeats' was an incredibly tiresome task! But now, thanks to your remarkable feat, my dear protagonist, I shall assume the mantle of the Creator."

While Their words aim to shatter your resolve, a sensation stirs in your palm—a treasure unearthed from the depths of your being, the Creator's final gift to their creation... a key seemingly crafted from clay! In that moment, recollections flood back: you navigated this game through your own prowess, earning the privilege to unlock a new world! The true victor is none other than you! Yourself! [player.name]!

As you raise the key, the winds of creation stir, paving the way for both potential Creators to ascend.

Conditions:

• Slot #2 = 1

Action:

• Enable Event: 是否臣服