[] Proxy Assistance V1.2
-[]That was a rather interesting experience with a king so bent on abdicating in favor of a mysterious stranger with godlike powers. It seems he's intent on getting you to takeover the kingdom as a result of the the current situation where the kingdom's slowly rotting on the inside for the Baharuth Empire to deliver the killing blow while the nobility are unaware of it. Since he has some inkling of what you are you might as well invite him and Gazef into your personal chambers for a long talk on the difficulties of running a kingdom (for your education as well as he spent his entire life on this maybe Ainz can listen in if he's interested in kingdom management) and how you can help without having to takeover from him as you maybe considered a god but you're not a god of laws or a god of government that you can debate your suitability with him.
As to how you can help:
1. If the King feels so powerless why not empower him with the means to carry out his duties? Besides the standard enhancement program you can give him and his trusted subordinates there's also some trash items that you can give him to use like what Ainz gave that village girl or something else from the create greater item spell or even items to emulate the thirteen heroes as Agatha can do better.
Optional: Maybe get his help after the empowerment in ripping the theocracy a new one since Carne village falls under his domain that can establish his authority?
2. If it's intrigue you got that covered and can help in subterfuge against the nobles with what you possess (he doesn't need to know the exact details)
3. Unless he actually wants to run away from his duties well that's problematic but you can work with that with one of his children probably Zanac as he's taking your appearance with stride.
4. Marriage well you kept thinking about it as a way to gain legitimacy in your position in the kingdom which leads to your offer since the King is willing to remarry you could create a daughter whose personality and person would work well with the King and be created with ruling a nation as well. While you already have children you'd rather that they marry someone that they would actually like and get along with while also being able to actually be good at politics. Create a homunculus using parts from both your human and true body. Have her trained in the ways of running a nation after you introduce her and the King. If he decides otherwise the offer can instead be passed onto one of his children though you have some doubts about the crown prince and the princess having seen their nature.
5. Oh yeah there was those Annual Wars with their Imperial neighbors the Baharuth Empire. That's easily solvable with either diplomacy by walking up to the Emperor to ask nicely and say stop invading us or some grand display of power now that you're here.
-[] Have some of your people once again try to gather information on the more corrupted nobles. This time you will have the Eight Fingers information network to make things significantly easier. Hopefully you will be able to gather more irrefutable evidence against the most corrupt nobles before the attack on the Theocracy. Though wait a few days to gather information on the Theocracy before commencing the plan, around 2-3 days.
-[] Go with Ainz plan. Gather evidence from the Sunlight Scripture under your control to plant in Carne village to be found by another party. Afterwards enact the rest of the plan. Agree to let Ainz have the Elf and Dark Elf Kingdoms although you would like to check those places out for research purposes.
-[] Visit the Holy Kingdoms capital under the excuse of establishing better trade relations and uh you want to go see that Great Wall. It sounds like a landmark to check out.
-[] Next experiment with more complex life forms. This time use data crystals on fish and chicken eggs.
-[] Also plant the seeds of the fruit from the trees that you created using data crystals in different environments.
[] Side-Story: Gazef
[] Side-Story: Yellow Thirteen
[AN: Sorry if some of the writing was dull, but I have a headache and it's really impeding my thinking. If it's any worth, I editted the chapter for around an hour to improve it as much as I could.
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Interlude: Gazef
In the end, Wizzomatic transported the king and Gazef to his personal chambers, where they continued the discussion. They talked about many topics, like how Wizzomatic could help without becoming a king, and why Wizzomatic doesn't want to be one. Their opinions clashed, but the king lost due to his self-aggrandized 'lesser social standing.'
Wizzomatic returned them, and the king now sat on the couch, ruffling through the sweat-soaked blonde hair and clutching his forehead painfully.
Gazef, for the first time ever in his career, ignored all decorum and sat down beside him with an exhausted sigh.
Ramposa didn't mind or react.
He just kept massaging his forehead with closed eyes.
"Why is he so disagreeable?" the king asked, finally opening his eyes and looking up at the ceiling as if trying to ask the stars through it. "It's not like he has to do anything... I'm just asking him to take the official position, scare everyone for me, and then do as he pleases. Or maybe he truly doesn't have experience in politics?... No, a great being like him would have caught on easily. There must be other reasons."
Gazef listened to the monologue intently, gauging his monarch's mindset and trying to figure out what he planned to do.
"Well, it can't be helped." The king breathed out. "I'll have to figure out a way to do this without him. Gazef, do you think whatever wife Wizzomatic-sama offers me would be as strong as him?"
Gazef's eyes went down, then up again after considering. "No. But it is possible if he has daughters they inherited some of his power and aptitude."
The king closed his eyelids shut, bitterly saying, "I see." He thought for a moment, slowly beginning to break down internally in terms of determination. "That's certainly a shame."
Not the king, but silence ruled the room for a short period of time.
Gazef broke it, saying, "Your Highness, I have a question." The king didn't need to give verbal permission to Gazef. Over time, the two had grown attached to each other to the point they were good friends behind the curtain of what the public could see.
Instead, the king elicited a curious, "Mm?"
Gazef, taking that as permission to speak, continued, "If Wizzomatic of Cybertron became king, then whose banner would I serve under? Yours or his?"
Ramposa's usually tired eyes opened up at that. His mind kicked into gear and he took a few seconds, but he still answered rather quickly. "Whichever you pleased, Gazef."
Gazef nodded, smiling. "That's certainly reassuring."
"Why?" the king asked, his lips perking into a smile.
"I can't imagine serving any lord other than you, the true sovereign of the Re-Estize Kingdom."
The king closed his eyes, nodded, and let all of his confidence return to himself. "True sovereign, has a nice ring to it," he resounded amusedly. "Hahaha, such a shame I am terrible at being king. Truthfully, if not for my closest allies among the Royal faction who advised me, I would have been forced to abdicate years ago."
"That's not true!" Gazef denied, crossed by the king's humorous words in an almost infantile manner.
"Well, let's go. I'd like to talk to my children about the possibility of marriage."
"Yes!"
They both stood up from the couch, and Gazef smiled when he felt the spirit return to his master, following behind him.
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The small wagon came to a stop when it detected a guard on its way. All of the supplemental guards stared, dumbfounded, as the designated border control officer approached it cautiously. A wagon without a driver was a first they had seen in their lengthy careers.
Holding a torch, the border control officer tapped on the glass. "Excuse me?"
The glass lowered itself, and the officer saw a man with a beautiful face on the other side, as well as a pair of man and woman who looked like servants. The beautiful man's gaudy robes were somewhere between what a noble and a mage would wear.
Somewhat awkwardly, the guard asked, "Um, papers, please?"
"You need papers to cross the border?" Wizzomatic asked.
"Of course. Naturally, if you have a legitimation or a visa, or a trader's permit, or an adventur–––"
"Will this do?" Wizzomatic produced a small card from his sleeve, offering it.
The control officer reached out, took it, and looked at it. It took him five seconds of quiet muttering to emit an '
eeeh?!'
However, he surprised Wizzomatic in turn, as if delivering a counter-attack in sword combat, by waving the card up and down as he yelled to the guards in front of the wagon: "Hey, guys! Guuuys! GUUUYS! This man here is Wizzomatic of Cybertron-sama!"
Wizzomatic, in the distance, could hear a sequence of '
eeeh?!'s. It was succeeded by the sound of men in armored plates running in their direction. Soon, a group of no less than ten guards was near Wizzomatic's window, staring wide-eyed at both him and the card that the control officer held.
Without any rhyme or reason, requests and compliments befitting a bunch of clueless children rather than border guards befell Wizzomatic's ears one after another. Wizzomatic also noted mentally that the Roble Holy Kingdom was an equal opportunity employer, as about half of the guards were female.
"Please, give me an autograph! I love arcane mages, they're really cool!"
"Wizzomatic-sama, my daughter is a big fan! I'm saving up money to buy her one of those fire-breathing kittens of yours! Though... it'll probably take a few years..."
"Eeeeh?! Really? I hear you're as strong as the Nine Colors! You must be really powerful, Wizzomatic-sama! Can you teach me? Please?!"
"Could I get an autograph, mighty Wizzomatic-danna?! Please? Please? Please?! I promise not to sell it to anyone! It'll be a treasured keepsake–no, an heirloom!"
"Wizzomatic-senshi, my son has signed up to attend your academy when it opens! Please, take care of him!"
"Wizzomatic-sama, my wife says that my swordsmanship is inadequate! Please, I beg you with all my heart, give me one of your treatments to make my sword longer! I beg of thee!"
"Hold on, Wizzomatic-danna! Me first, I need to get stronger so I can impress the Queen and become one of the Nine Colors!"
Wizzomatic's face paled with each request until his eyes were as wide as saucers and his lips were smacked together tightly in a straight line, staring at the guards with blank disappointment. "Just let me through, please," he politely requested.
"N-Naturally," the border control officer said in the realization of what he and his comrades just did, handing the card back.
Wizzomatic took it, and the pane of glass went up again, then the wagon started magically accelerating forward again. '
Fame really can be a pain in the ass. I get what all those celebrities back from my world meant now... To think these trained professionals would devolve into the Youtube comment section as soon as I made an appearance!'
Wizzomatic huffed in existential dread and looked at the two servants. "How long until we get to the capital?"
"Roughly a day, Wizzomatic-sama. Several hours if the wagon moves at maximum speed," one of them replied.
He sighed to himself. He was out on official business, so would it really be okay for him to teleport into a foreign country's cities without saying so? Though he made a declaration he would be visiting the Holy Kingdom, he never specified when, where, for how long, and through what means of transportation.
"And how long until we go by the wall?" he asked. He was curious about the prospect of a Great Wall of China, except it doesn't belong to China and is hardly quite as Great. Still, it was some kind of architectural miracle, so he did feel compelled to witness it first-hand.
"Less than half an hour, Wizzomatic-sama. In fact, we should be there in ten minutes."
"I see, I see," he said, taking a line from Serpentireon's book. He supported his chin and gloomily looked out the window.
The weather was spoiled today. Though it wasn't raining, the clouds were plentiful and dark, covering the land in a kind of gloomy twilight. That's why the guards had torches with them earlier. Though, honestly, Wizzomatic thought of this weather as beautiful rather than depressing. At any rate, it was better than weather back in modern Japan. The pollution required you to wear gasmasks at all times.
'
If only Takkun or Kanna were here to see this.'
Wizzomatic sighed, feeling an empty void in his heart when he reminded himself of his friends. Cultivating a friendship took all the care you had, so he had only himself to blame that he cared more about selfish greed. All he desired was a chance to redeem himself somehow.
Suddenly, the wheels of the wagon stopped moving.
–"Hee? Why did we stop?"
"There is someone ahead on the road," said the homunculus butler, looking through a panel of glass at the wagon's front. The glass pane at the side of the wagon slid down and Wizzomatic's head peeked out, as he tried to get a look for himself, and his eyes went wide again.
'
W-What's he doing here?!'
Yellow Thirteen was up ahead on the road. More accurately, he was sitting perpendicular in the middle of it, in the lotus position and with his fists together in front of his chest. He looked as though he was meditating, but who knew what the ninja was doing in reality?
'
That guy is so spooky!'
Wizzomatic approached, cautiously, telling the servants to stay inside.
"Yellow Thirteen," Wizzomatic said, half as a statement and half as a 'what are you doing here?'
The ninja opened his eyes when he heard his name being spoken. Simultaneously, as if awakening from whatever meditative fugue he was in, his head went up, and then it slowly turned in Wizzomatic's direction. "Wizzomatic of Cybertron. Why are you in this country?"
Very randomly and without fanfare, the ninja greeted Wizzomatic and asked him for the reason for his visit.
"Is that all you want to know?" Wizzomatic said, perking an eyebrow in skepticism and folding his arms. "Is this an attempt at gathering intel, or the beginning of a philosophical debate?"
"Neither, I'm curious," Thirteen said, in a voice lacking passion.
"Fuh... I want to check out the landmarks and establish better trade relations between the kingdoms," Wizzomatic told him,
Weirdly, Yellow Thirteen seemed to smile deeply at his words. "Ah... what wondrous things you say. Maybe he was wrong about you. Well, see you later."
"Wait. He? Who is 'he?'"
But the question fell on deaf ears, as Yellow Thirteen disappeared in an eyeblink as if he wasn't there to begin with. Wizzomatic also felt something cold jab his face and realized that it was beginning to drizzle from the dark clouds overhead.
Wizzomatic clenched his fists in anger and started muttering hateful and passionate curse words, as he stomped over to the carriage.
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Interlude: Yellow Thirteen
The halls had a stony hue to them; the architecture was clearly inspired by Greek temples, with wide and tall pillars of white marble. Small aqueducts carrying water went over the small plazas containing scant greenery and bushes, which were kept trimmed and short, and between these plazas were roof-covered wall-less hallways of marble pillars that led to a number of buildings. Overall, the place was mostly white, light gray, and cyan in colors.
Yellow Thirteen's body flashed in.
This was the Tenth Floor of Eryuentiu.
Yellow Thirteen continued forward through the pillared hallway, unbothered by the sights. He entered a grand building, almost like a Greek temple devoted to the Gods, and walked through. There were several Outsider guards at the gate, who were actually NPC spawns, but they didn't bother him.
He continued down a spiraling set of stairs, which was one of the entrances to the treasury. In the room preceding the treasure room, however, was a large chamber, where a large creature resided. Its white armor-plated scales were as hard as adamantium, and his blue eyes stared with an unyielding gaze.
Tsaindoruc Vaision's nostrils perked up as he sensed the ninja approaching. It was only because Yellow Thirteen didn't bother to conceal his presence, but otherwise, he could perfectly avoid detection even from a Dragon Lord such as Tsa. Yellow Thirteen was created by the Eight Greed Kings, after all.
Tsaindoruc Vaision, also known as Platinum Dragon Lord. He was here on a self-imposed duty to guard the treasury after the Eight Greed Kings all slew one another. This was because, for the most part, the Eight Greed Kings' NPCs didn't care that much about intruders anymore after their masters' deaths. Depending on the personality of the particular NPC, they might slay the intruder to gain some grim satisfaction, or pass by him as if he weren't there.
However, in the end, if one managed to get into Eryuentiu and was careful enough to pass by the aggressive members of the NPCs, he could easily claim the treasury for his own. Which is why Platinum Dragon Lord acted as its dedicated keeper, only granting items to good people.
He requested Yellow Thirteen to look into these new Players who seemed to have appeared recently.
"Ah, Thirteen. I've been expecting you," said Platinum Dragon Lord, in a subdued tone.
"Platinum Dragon Lord. We allow you to stay here because we do not care. But if you give me tasks, at least be considerate enough to make them worth my while," Yellow Thirteen told him with an impassionate tone, as if he died ages ago and didn't concern himself with anything in the world.
"Hm, it's not like you have to agree to do it. And besides, I do not have anyone else I can ask to do that for me. Using Wild Magic to create a body I can control remotely would be troublesome and expend too much energy," Tsaindoruc justified himself. "Nonetheless, I thank you for your efforts."
"Yeah," Thirteen affirmed coldly. The ninja tapped the ground with his foot, resulting in a jump that allowed him to scale the height of six meters easily. He gracefully landed on a small pillar, already having moved into the lotus position in midair and sticking the landing with flawless harmony.
The two had a strange relationship. After the Eight Greed Kings died, their Floor and Area Guardians were lost, bored, and hopeless. Beings created to fulfill the will of a group of people lost their meaning when those people lost their lives. Out of the thirty Guardians, Yellow Thirteen chose to pass time by helping out Platinum Dragon Lord in some of his errands.
It didn't bring him even one-tenth of the satisfaction that serving the Supreme Ones did, but it was better, even if by one-hundredth, than standing and staring into empty space.
However, Yellow Thirteen no longer cared about his life or what he did. All he cared about died with the Eight Greed Kings. He was a husk of his former self; purposeless. No master could replace the Eight Greed Kings' glorious directives, and serving the Dragon Lord was simply a way of distracting his fractured mind from going completely insane.
The last time that NPCs went insane was two-hundred years ago, when the Evil Deities, the former servants of the Six Great Gods, invaded the New World along with a group of New Worlders that the Six Great Gods recruited in the past. Of course, the Thirteen Heroes rose to the challenge.
Yellow Thirteen met Platinum Dragon Lord's gaze.
"He's sightseeing," Thirteen reported curtly.
The Dragon Lord seemed quietly surprised. "Sightseeing?"
"And improving the economy," he expanded on his report.
"Improving the economy? How?" At this point, Platinum Dragon Lord's voice bordered on bewilderment.
"Trade deals."
That was sufficient to give the Dragon Lord pause. Tsaindoruc looked down at the ground, thinking, maybe overthinking matters.
YGGDRASIL Players more often than not ended up becoming global threats. There were those like the Six Great Gods and Eight Greed Kings, who were potentially dangerous to any creatures except humans. Then, there were the likes of the leader of the Thirteen Heroes, or the Great Minotaur Sage, who brought advancement and hope instead.
It seemed like Wizzomatic of Cybertron belonged to the second category.
"What do you want me to do?" Thirteen asked. There was a hint of excitement, but not enough to be called truly emoting.
"Hmm... Wizzomatic of Cybertron appears to be one of the few good-willed Players who came to this world. Let's avoid killing him for now."
"Yeah," Thirteen answered coldly. "Shame I don't have anything to do, though."
"If you'd like, look more into that friend of his. Ainz Ooal Gown was the name, I do believe," Platinum Dragon Lord offered a new quest.
"Yeah." Thirteen's legs seemed to straighten out of their lotus position, as he instead laid down with his entire body, looking at the ceiling. "I'll do it. Is there a point, though?"
"The more we know about Players–"
"I don't mean that," Thirteen cut him off, without even looking at him. "There are two Guilds, this time, it seems..."
"What!?" Platinum Dragon Lord bellowed.
"Yeah. Ainz Ooal Gown was a Guild in YGGDRASIL, and so was Cybertron." For the first time, Yellow Thirteen showed an emotion other than lack of passion, as he asked with a sincerely curious tone of voice: "What will you do?"
Platinum Dragon Lord sunk into thought, and ignoring the dragon's turmoil, Yellow Thirteen kept talking. "Two Guilds, both have easily more than twenty NPCs of my Level. You'll need World Items to stop them, but they both have their own sets of them. At any rate, they will overwhelm us easily if you tried to attack. It's hopeless, but I'll gather information on Ainz Ooal Gown, since you told me to."
Yellow Thirteen rolled off the pillar, acrobatically diving down and nailing a graceful landing on his two feet with an echoing thud. His back turned to Platinum Dragon Lord, he said, "I'm going now."
"Yes..." the dragon answered, clearly troubled by what the ninja just told him.
Yellow Thirteen went back upstairs.
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REPORT STATION -- (Current Date: 41st Day Post-Transition)
MAJOR EVENTS:
- The king denied Wizzomatic's worries about running a kingdom, rejecting it with the words: "Please, stop being so humble! If you truly are a God, you should be capable of something as easy as this... Besides, if you desire, I can take care of the government! In fact, I will do so happily, but a fearsome figure the nobles will cower before is what we need right now!"
- Though he begrudgingly accepted the divine judgment.
- From the king's surface thoughts, it appears he truly does believe that Wizzomatic is an entity on the level of a God due to his feats so far. The reason the king wants Wizzomatic to be the head of the country is his suspicion that Wizzomatic will reveal his nature to the world in the coming days/months/years, and if Wizzomatic was the head of the Re-Estize Kingdom when that happened, the Kingdom would gain an unparalleled standing on the political stage.
- The king and Wizzomatic talked about how the latter can help.
- Not sure if the "As to how you can help" is meant to be something spoken out loud, since it never says: "Tell the King X." Think of the below as Schrodinger's Events, that either happened or didn't happen. I'd like to request some clarification on this, too.
- The king is unsure if the nobles will fear him if Wizzomatic allows him to transcend, but he accepts the plan as a contingency.
- The king refuted Wizzomatic's offer of using subterfuge with the words: "My lord, we cannot use snake venom on snakes, since they are already immune to it. They will simply buy their way out of prison by bribing the right people. Unless you suggest we purge the nobles or seize their possessions and evict them, much like Emperor Jircniv has in the past. In that case, it may work, but is that much better from what I am proposing?"
- The king repelled the statement; he is a servant of the Re-Estize Kingdom and her people, and he'd like it to stay that way, but due to the nobles, he is as good as a pen-pusher with good ideas that no one will really listen to.
- The king sees no wrong in remarrying, but he'd decisively much prefer any of the alternatives. He also sees no wrong in having one of his sons betrothed to one of Wizzomatic's daughters.
- The king was happy at the idea of Wizzomatic using his spells to intimidate the Emperor into withdrawing from the war.
- Ainz observed the exchange while invisible, out of curiosity.
- Gazef was present, though naturally he didn't intervene.
- The Eight Fingers gathered information on eleven (11) corrupt nobles, enough to press charges against them, including one (1) case of treason, legally punishable by public execution. Zero commented/advised (from experience) that moving against nobles is a mostly fruitless endeavor since they can buy their way out of jail due to the incompetence of the wardens and the corruption permeating through the entire system, so Wizzomatic would need to find a way to prevent that somehow.
- Gathering evidence on the Sunlight Scripture's deeds scheduled for 42nd or 43th PT.
- Ainz wholeheartedly agrees with Wizzomatic's proposal.
- Wizzomatic experimented with fish and chicken eggs using Data Crystals. It resulted in eggs that had the appropriate elements of the Data Crystal, increasing in levels. In addition, the eggs appeared to rapidly grow up and hatch at an increased rate. This suggests that biological aging and Level increases are correlated and can somehow affect each other. In the laboratories, there is now a dozen fish and a dozen chickens with various elemental attributes.
- The trees' saplings have been planted in different simulated environments. They are expected to grow and produce their own fruit at an accelerated rate due to their unnaturally high Levels and magical properties. Wizzomatic projected it to happen in about half a year or more.
- Wizzomatic visited the Roble Holy Kingdom officially. To his surprise, as soon as he crossed the border, he was welcomed by Yellow Thirteen.
- Wizzomatic's wagon will arrive in the capital city of Hoburns in several hours.
MINOR EVENTS (unrelated to vote)
- Shale Gilmore's Glorious Goods made a revenue of 12 gold coins today.
PLANNED EVENTS
- 41st to 48th PT: Agatha's Holiday in the Dwarf Kingdom. (Ongoing)
- 42nd or 43th PT: Gathering information on the Theocracy is scheduled on one of these days.
- 45th PT: Meeting with the Dragonhearts and the Red Queen.
- 45th PT, late afternoon/early evening: Transhuman surgery scheduled with a Gold-rank Adventurer; see Repeating Actions.
- 47th PT: Strategy Meeting with Kaori, Lord Adorable (unavailable, replaced by Serpentireon), Demiurge, Albedo, and Ainz; see Repeating Actions.
- 50th PT: Meeting with Vrillian Boyard Egil Boundera, third son of Marquis Boundera, regarding his newly obtained magic talent.
- 62nd PT: Meeting with Avacyn Krose Roy Harloy, second son of Count Harloy, regarding his newly obtained magic talent.
- ~182th PT+: The experimental data crystal tree saplings will grow up.
- ~190th PT: The Educational District in E-Rantel will be mostly finished.
- ~200th PT: The Magic Academy, as well as the Adventurer School in E-Rantel will both be ready to open.
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WIZZOMATIC - ACTIONS & DASHBOARD
Vote by Plan.
[] Direct Action - The character attempts to carry out the described action the closest to how it is described.
[] Add Repeating Action - Character automatically carries out a certain action when certain conditions are met.
[] Remove Repeating Action - Removes a repeating action.
[] Timeskip Until (When) - Automatically pass time until the specified time, condition, or event. (This will not skip important events.)
[] Side-Story: (Character) - Next update includes a side story or element written from the perspective of a character other than Wizzomatic. Players can have some involvement in what the characters in service of Cybertron are doing in these side-stories. (ie: "Kenny: Goes On A Quest.")
-[] Minor Interlude - A short self-contained story. No longer than one "part" of a chapter.
-[] Major Interlude - A longer story about the chosen character. As long as a full chapter, and will either precede or follow the next chapter. Expect it to take some time to write.
[] Write-in - (Something else?)
Repeating Actions List:
- Perform biomantic experiments with flora and fauna.
- Meet with the strategists from both Guilds regularly to discuss important topics.
- Assist Carne Village when other, higher-priority matters aren't pressing. If they are likely to be attacked and/or wiped out in the near future, better to live under Cybertron's protection than die under the false protection of their previous patrons. If they disagree, help them invisibly anyway. A living village can be studied indefinitely, a dead one is merely a snap-shot of this new world. Even if our assistance taints the viewing somewhat.
- Every time a New World Religion is learned of, have a document prepared for our perusal informing us of how it works and its leadership. Subtly infiltrate religious organizations over time.
- Every time a new large government is discovered, have a document prepared for our perusal informing us of how it works and its leadership. Subtly infiltrate Governments over time.
- Attempt to recreate Earth tech, or magical technology that can imitate Earth tech.
- Continue work on the Mega-Brain and the bio-mecha meant to be used alongside it.
- Call Ainz using the "dono" or "sama" suffix in public, and vice versa.
- Have your NPCs spread rumors that Wizzomatic of Cybertron has heard of legends of ways to surpass human limits. If any accept the 'quest' set it up so that they end up in Cybertron where you will try experiments to increase the limits of natives. Try to be humane about it as possible. Whether successful or not send the natives back home in as perfect condition as possible.
Vote Duration: 18-48 hours.
