Again, make a better, version of the assimilation crystal, which is much more changeable to MY influences, and will quickly eat the old assimilation.
[6] You create the new crystalline assimilator, this time pulling no punches and quickening the assimilation rate considerably. This new crystal form, appropriately colored red so it eats faster, seems to waste no time in getting to work - indeed, its very first act is to eat the entirety of your inner sanctum and all of the crystals hanging around in there, and also your phylacteries. All of them.
[1] Fortunately, the fifty-seven false phylacteries of yours prove good enough to kill off a sizable amount of the assimilator, and even disallow it from digesting your real one. This leaves a thick, red crystalline shell where your sanctum used to be, with you right inside of it, and the other bits of the red crystal growing outwards. Slowly, mind you - the crystal seems to have greatly weakened from eating fifty-seven hideous plagues from its previous blunder.
Tuk chuckles. "I have already won this battle, brother. The citizens have already seen that you can be opposed. If I die, Tukta will avenge me. Your alliance will fall apart without a singular threat to oppose, and those Heroes will be after your head next to reclaim their city. Unless you would like to work together to stop them now. I will give you time to consider it."
Consolidate power from the conflict, war, and death I have caused to become stronger. Use any extra power to empower those supporting me to demigodhood.
[1] You, cheered on by a chorus of spirits from some conceptual realm or other, point out that you just killed a whole bunch of people and escalated the city into terrible conflict while working in the interests of the faithful of Tuk. You also happen to mention that you
are Tuk, all in a single power monologue that you hope will earn you some form of power. It does not. Demigodhood, you see, merely means that you have a vast amount of divine knowledge, and you're already at the peak of that, since you got demoted from godhood, so you essentially know everything there is to know for a demigod already, and so does Zil. But your monologue does achieve something, namely the shocked gasps of your current supporters upon discovering that you're working with the city's worst enemy and are, in fact, their god, if rather underappreciated at the time.
[6] Their following attempts to try and eliminate you go rather poorly, as you happen to be underground inside a bunch of tunnels, and the planet is helping you. The red mist falls once more, and you find yourself somewhere else, atop a pile of corpses of your former allies. Your memories are vivid, full of violence and destruction, if not a lot of context for it, and you start to suspect that this city might not have too many people left in it, to be honest.
Ok, go around and advertize my mercenary services to the nearby non-dice inhabitants
[5] You move around the countryside, enticing someone to roll you, perhaps to attain something not unlike divine glory in the process - a particular predatory dragon, after discovering you to be totally inedible, is the first one to have a go at it.
[3] It then rolls Tooka, and grows slightly in size, becoming a little bit more like its god-parent, Otyx in appearance. This seems to confuse it greatly. You suspect it is not very intelligent.
Build a wizard tower, then start teaching arcane lore to interested dragons.
[6] You make the golden land surge upward, creating a rocky mesa-tower for you to carve a home into. You blast a tunnel inside, and proceed to hollow out some rooms and fill them with appropriately ostentatious furniture. Can't teach arcane lore without appropriately ostentatious furniture. The mesa turns out a bit too huge for your needs, and the interior works out a little like that of a pyramid tomb, but you don't feel like performing a do-over, so you leave it as it is.
[2] Dragons, however, seem to generally only visit your mesa because they suspect something delicious is inside or they can lay eggs inside for safekeeping - it is probably worthwhile to note that this is indeed a dragon-based biosphere, and the overwhelming majority of all dragons in it aren't sapient, and those that are seem to know better than to explore caves in the hopes of finding arcane lore.
Try to make cool mecha fungus that shoot poison fungus(plz get good roll)
Continue trying to make the spaceship work
[6] You create a colossal creeping growth out of thousands of different fungal modules, and briefly ponder why you made such a thing, considering that the only thing it's doing now is moving about at glacial speed and eating whole forests to sustain its own mass while launching massive poisonous bombardments to soften up any opposition wherever it may wander.
[3] Meanwhile, you start regrowing some of your spaceship, adapting some of the fungi to work around each other's toxins, but this is a highly complicated process to say the least, and you venture to guess that it'll take a while yet to get it to work well enough.
Heal the tree.
[5] Faced with your power, the New Tree, ignorant of what it may have done wrong just as much as you are, is healed to a state of youth once more, its immortality once more growing enjoyable.
Travel to Tooka and find the Relict Shapers
[5] A tall order it is not, for you see all - with a snap, you are down among the Relict Shapers, in the dark depths of the Replica Maze, where their inexplicably gold-blooded minions roam and seek unwary explorers. You, fortunately, are not such an explorer, and you find a Shaper in short order. It asks you your business gently while turning what you can only describe as a bear-millipede crossbreed inside out, then, as soon as it realizes that this is not a good look for it, outside-in once again.
((Few villains ever realize their impending doom, arrogant to the last as they tend to be, and Zil is no different))
Zil paused in his discussions to return to the roof, now a distressing shade of red, to reply. "The only thing you've proven, Tuk, is that one demigod is worth a thousand men. We shall prevail, and then we shall invade the rest of this planet and enslave the unyielding. But there is another way, brother. Tell your army to cast down its weapons! Tell your people to submit to my rule peacefully! Do so, and I will keep the retaliatory murders to a bare minimum."
Unless Tuk has a sudden change of heart, submit to the nearly-perfect plans of the Near-Perfect Being... for now. Edit and second action, time permitting: Wait, because of the connection between the physical and conceptual planets of Zil, anything thought of hard enough as existing on Zil will in fact exist, right? If correct, imagine fleets of starships filled with troops loyal to the Tyranny of Zil en route to Tukta.
[4] The Near-Perfect Being reports that, just as planned (the Three Heroes roll their eyes at this), Tuk has managed to assassinate virtually all of his own supporters. A terrible bit of bloodshed, but what can you do? Anywho, she says that you all can relax for a little bit, and wait for Tuk to try and assault your estate anyway. Or, alternatively, this could be a decent time to go and stab him dead repeatedly. After he's done massacring his supporters, of course. Wouldn't want to get in the way. You notice that the Near-Perfect Being appears to be making the Three Heroes rather queasy when she talks about it all this way, considering their home is now largely emptied of life.
Also, no. Your imaginary warships remain imaginary (or, rather, their concepts are backed up on the real space planet Zil in what amounts to data storage in case of the momentary extinction of sapient life).
How about waiting for me to extract myself first. The Cheeky Motherfucker asked or it, you know?
on that note, Extract myself from Tree. leave a poop offering of peace. or a peace offering of poop. Whichever. Climb Tree to a high, sunny branch and nap a little.
[6] Just as the tree starts to heal itself, you burst free from it, sundering its trunk in half vertically. The light-form of John is shocked, but you make it better by gluing together the halves with your own guano as he continues to help it regain its health. It doesn't work too well, but by that point you're already napping on one of the higher branches, so you don't really care.
Hmm. . . . . That planet would be a grand idea, actually. Lets persue it. A natural, lab made, wonder.
[1] You are, after doing a few calculations, entirely convinced that, unless you gather about fifteen hundred demigods, converting a crab planet into a crabcake planet is going to take somewhere on the longer side of forever. And the initial estimates looked so good, too!
Isn't it terrible when you come up with a novel, fascinating idea that is sure to change the world, only to then immediately realize that it's merely stupid and unfeasible instead?
Start emitting an SOS signal.
[3] In space, only voidlife can notice the consequences of your poor decisions. One sizable void serpent in particular offers to tow you back into the voidlife preserve if you let it and its family come along and live there as well. You note that this would require breaking the forcefield that bars entry to most things for a bit, but also wonder if it wouldn't be worth it after all.
Just keep wiggling, just keep wiggling, just keep wiggling wiggling wiggling. And find some food.
[5] You continue to wiggle steadily, and an epiphany comes to you. You can teleport, right? So you do, right in the middle of a cluster of stars. Plenty of food to be had there, as you quickly determine.
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