Twelve Sided Lucky Dice

Back at Zeeth, he was trying to explain the Lucky Dice, "it's this complex item, I've been studying it sporadically for the past year, and it's amazing, there are three magic circles and they aren't just flat, they are positioned like the circles on an atom. It's the only three-dimensional circle I've ever seen and it's all based on luck. If the dice falls on one side, the circles are also positioned accordingly and the mana in the circles will fall down to the other side because of gravity, and that affects the outcome of your next move."

Skwil held her hand up to stop him from talking and said, "yeah, I know about it."

"Jeez it's like a switch was flipped, you turned from silent and stoic to a chatterbox in a second of talking about circles." Rustran rubbed his ears.

"Because circles are fascinating."

"So, what is it that you want to know about it?" Skwil asked while thinking, 'how does someone so young intend to learn such a difficult circle? Meh, I'll just show him how dangerous it is and scare him off.'

"Oh, right, how do I make it? I've been studying it for so long but it's always been interrupted or difficult to see in all its dimensions since it was strangely carved into a rock. I want to understand it."

"You want to know about circles?" A giant thundered, "Well, you've come to the right gal! Us giants were the mothers and fathers of circles. At least back about 8,000 years ago. Where do you want me to start?"

"Actually, Girtha-" a man with red horns and long blue nails interrupted, "he wants to know about luck. And that is my forte. Hey, I'm the famous Handsome Hunter, Juntyl. 300 years ago my name was everywhere. I wonder how famous I am now."

"Juntyl, this isn't about you."

Black had opened the door and was peeking into a room filled with a hundred bodies preserved perfectly in large tubes. Each was labeled with a number and name, the latest one being "Kezmerald, 100."

An empty one next to that had a number and space for a name, "___, 101". While staying in the room, the slimes all followed him in and were curiously staring at the bodies.

Zeeth was receiving help from the three of them while trying to reconstruct the dice and all its minute details, like the hook that curved left three times on the first circle, or the swirl that spiraled left and right on the second. A single change to any of these details could be catastrophic, which is why he never tried to open one physically and instead relied on Blacks mana vision to map it out, but I wasn't as good as being able to touch it himself. While creating the circles, he forgot this was in a dream world where anything could be made or molded as he wanted and tried many times to reach over and use Mag and Gul like he usually did to create things.

Gul had grown so it not only had rocks but could also produce metal and other hard materials. But the connection reached out and was cut short, which disrupted his moment of peaceful creation and reminded him of his situation. The first time every single connection to his slimes was severed. Before he could at least receive their power when they were with the monks even if it was weak, now it was nearly non-existent, he couldn't feel a single trace.

Black walked down the aisles with Zeeths body and his slimes while water and mana swirled around him. Black looked at his hands which were now covered in Black veins and said to himself, "his year of training was definitely not wasted. I feel like a living GOD!"

His year of training had gotten him so in tune with water and mana, the two components of slimes, that their connection had become stronger just as the monks expected, but it was so dramatic, his natural affinity rose to a point where mana and water would wrap around him by itself and do as he wanted. This affinity stayed with his body and it was now with Black, so although his mana wasn't compatible with the skills, he could still have the affinities.

A slime crawled through a tiny vent and wrapped itself around Kez while absorbing the water. A pipe next to the tube started decreasing and a red flashing light blared, causing monks to rush down yelling, "there's movement in one of the tubes!"

"Where is Zeeth's body? Who took him?"

"Damn, we have to hide." Black and the slimes ran to the back, shrinking all the slimes while the slime that wrapped around Kez stuck with him.

The monks rushed into the room, saw the slime, and said, "false alarm. His slimes are still awake."

"Huh, that's never happened before."

"Yeah, no one else who killed Rah had tamed beasts. I guess they stay alive. Get the slime out and check the back for more slimes."

Black internally cursed them, 'get away!' but the monks kept coming closer and closer. Soon he could be seen through the tubes hiding behind a large hairy man.

That same man was tossing around the dice Zeeth just created in the white space. The dice landed on one and as he walked towards it, his foot slipped and broke his ankle while falling. His body healed right away but he still groaned in pain.

"Stupid dice!" he kicked it away, landing it on a four. Something hit the dice and it bounced right back into his hands. "Good dice!"

Zeeth watched them have fun with the dice and asked, "why haven't you guys made this before?"

"Everything we created is limited by our thoughts. We didn't know we wanted to create it so we never did," Skwil answered.

The dice fell in front of Zeeth on four. The last person who threw it hit her fist, exclaiming, "I just remembered!" and conjured a little toy elephant. "Mr.Trunk!"

He looked at the dice while the rest cheered him on to throw it. 'I know there's more I can do with this. But what?' he thought and threw it up in the air. The dice twirled and hit the floor spinning sporadically. Finally, it slowed to a halt and clattered onto a six. The rest cheered while he was hit with a brilliant idea. When God gave him three shiny dice, they were much larger, having about 12 sides. What if he made a dice like that with six circles? Each number would be harder to get, but with his luck, it wouldn't be so hard getting good numbers. Getting a twelve would be twice as strong as getting a six, that would be fantastic.

But before that, there was something he wanted to test. "God's Number!"

His surroundings froze and melted away, replaced by cavernous oceans and a single fish with glowing eyes. "God, I have a question. Can a twelve-sided lucky dice like I want to be made?"

"Yes. nothing else, right? Now leave me alone, I was having fun."

"Being a fish? I'll just take this time to ask about other things, what else can I get by fighting others?"

"Nothing! Leave me!"

"What are the limitations of magic circles? Are you able to create entire systems that can move and think on their own as a living creature?"

"Yes, that can be made. You know what, I am god. I will be cutting down your visits to ten minutes each."

"What? That's not fair."

"I'm god."

"Then I want some kind of replacement. You're cutting down one of my skills to half its use and you want entertainment, so it helps both of us if I get a little something in exchange for this loss."

"If I agree, will you leave early? God, I didn't realize it would be so annoying to be called all the time."

"Just one more question along with the exchange and then I will go. What's the best way for me to learn more about the world? I know you know everything but you provide very vague and often unhelpful answers, I was thinking like a massive library or something."

"On your planet, there is a lobster elephant that has lived through most of human history. She has all the knowledge you need, simply consume her and you can take half her knowledge."

"I have to eat a lobster elephant?"

"You said one question! And you get this, now go!" the fish angrily yelled and in front of his eyes it flashed, [you are now leaving God's Domain with God's Eyes Level 2.]

[God's Eyes Level 2, important situations occurring to you will be announced like so.]

"What happened? Where's the good luck?" Skwill asked.

"It's in my head. I just got an amazing idea." Zeeth excitedly jumped up.

"What is it?"

"Twelve-sided dice. Each will be twice as strong, getting a one will be devastating while getting a twelve will be a miracle."

"The math and sheer creation of that will be nearly impossible. Have you never wondered if no one else has tried? I fear they have all been unsuccessful and died."

"Then all the more reason to do it now! Look, we are in the perfect environment, we can't die, and anything can be made with our minds. I'm going to make it."

Black was having his own troubles. The monks were checking every nook and cranny, knowing how flexible slimes were, and gave him some extra time, but that also meant they were definitely going to find him. 'I need to do what the kid did.'

He closed his eyes and focused on the entire body. With all his centuries of knowledge, he could think slightly larger and more strategically than Zeeth. He slowly but surely liquified Zeeths entire body and became a human blob. The only difference was his mana was dark magic instead of Zeeth's usual water magic and made his entire body a black liquid. He slipped past the monks but they had closed the door and trapped them all in. his body was starting to hurt but he held it in. a monk noticed him and picked him up with a large metal board, "hey, did he have a black slime?"

"I don't know, he probably hid it in that coffin. It's a slime, just take it and put it in the other room."

'Comparing me to that Blood Slime? The audacity! Come on, bring me away already, this hurts!'

Zeeth was trying to merge the fourth circle into the other three but the mana that each held burst apart, ripping his hands off and blowing many faces apart. They reverted back and groaned at another failure. Zeeth created another Lucky Dice, which became easy for him after creating tens of them and knowing exactly how to visualize them. He tossed the dice out of tiredness and landed it on two. The dice exploded but he recreated another and threw it again, which landed on six. Another idea hit him. "What if instead of trying to merge the fourth one, we create two and fit those together?"

"The explosion from that if we failed could be catastrophic. But we can't die so why not?"

He created two dice again and carved them until it was only the circles visible. He pushed them together while trying to move the materials so they connected without leaking. The circles somehow fit together like a puzzle piece. The issue with merging a fourth circle was disrupting the usual circulation of mana that collided with other bits that were following another path. With only three, the paths were in perfect synchronization, but a fourth would divert it elsewhere, in the way of another. But with six, the usual paths were all diverted into other paths so they didn't collide and instead narrowly avoided one another. The first blew up, vaporizing everything, but he came back and yelled, "I know what's going on now! We can't do one by one like the three circles, we have to merge them together really quickly so the paths are not disrupted. It needs to be done in an instant."

He created two more dice and prepared himself. All the others back away, believing his plan to be insane. While they can't die, being vaporized still wasn't fun and this man seemed crazy to want to do that again. 'I can't slip up even a little. A single millimeter difference will fail.'

Black was towed away in a wagon that they used for the metal Rah made. He was dumped in a room with the other hundred slimes where they jumped around and spat water. Black reverted into a human and hid under Gul, his face filled with worry. The monks had just said, "did you slip the poison yet?"

"Not yet." The second one said, frustrated, "it's hard to slip anything past that old man!"

"Well, you better do that soon. The cult will rise and he will definitely get in our way. We've already gotten rid of the annoying slime man, now it's just the head monk."

"I know, I know. I'll get it done. The eyes will rise."

"The eyes will rise."

'They want to kill us? Who do they work for?' Before he left, he took a vial of impurities out of Zeeth's bundled-up clothes and moved a little onto their robes and skin. They had been clearing out impurities at an unprecedented rate the past year and they had only grown stronger the more they cleaned, both the impurities and his body. At this level, it was nearly impossible to wash off and the stench couldn't be avoided, growing stronger with time.

His slimes noticed the worry he felt and instantly tried to alert Zeeth, a natural desire to let your master know once something was wrong, so almost at once, all his slimes tried to contact him.

At the time, Zeeth was rolling the twelve-sided dice and he noticed his luck wasn't actually that great. He kept landing on threes and dives, Hartley ever reaching above six and never above nine. He changed a few things around so any number above 6 was good and below was bad while 6 was neutral.

But he realized, "the only thing making his luck so good was the necklace. Which was attached to him, but more specifically, his body. The necklace, like his slimes, was binding but even that couldn't overpower the isolation of killing Rah. The six's he got before were all flukes and were insane feats of luck, especially what his luck seemed to be now.

Skwil got a twelve and he felt a surge in her body that allowed her to throw Rustran across the room, something they coughed up to a rush of sporadic adrenaline and magic.