角色故事•二（解鎖條件：角色等級40）
面對那從異鄉漂泊而來的青年，織者與貌如孩童的先知偶爾會提及逐火與黃金裔的歷史。
織者無光的雙眼仿佛能看穿他內心的迷茫，而先知的天真爛漫又令他感受到家的溫暖。
「也就是說，黃金裔，是天賜的命運......」
青年鼓起勇氣說道。
織者搖了搖頭。
「不如說，那是漫長的苦行。」
青年將氤氳麥香的過去珍藏心中，他加入聖城的軍團日夜訓練，直到高深的劍術變得如同呼吸一般簡單。
在那場震驚世人的死斗中，懸鋒的王儲與他僵持十個日夜，那大開大合的揮斬之間，他仿佛早已把自己當成視死如歸的劍。
當然，更多的時候，青年總以風趣輕鬆的態度示人。
「我只是希望讓別人感到親切和自在。」
關於這一點，他的友人雖然嗤之以鼻，但也知曉正因如此，白髮青年在聖城平民與貴族中享有信賴和美名。
去往樹庭求學的歲月，對邏輯本不感興趣的青年，在翻爛書坊的典籍後，常在辯論場上以機智的演講取勝。
雖然老師的鋒芒令他避之不及，但他深知自己正缺那份堅持自我的勇氣。
只是當青年從戰場歸來，醫師為他包紮完傷口後，依舊思忖良久。
「白厄閣下..你是不是總在夜裡驚醒，或者無法入睡？」
他並不在意。
要踏上那擊落神明的路，他必須將自己雕刻成眾人需要的模樣。
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第四十九次運算
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>>>載入場景[奧赫馬]
>>>載入場景[神悟樹庭]
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>>>載入計算因子
「HapLotes405」
「SkeMma720」
「EpieiKeia216」
「PoleMos600」
「EleOs252」
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>>>開始運算
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>>>對象「Neikos496」自我迭代進度0.43%
Character Story: Part II
• Unlocked at Character Level 40
Facing the young drifter from afar, the weaver and the childlike seer would sometimes speak of the Flame-Chase and Chrysos Heirs.
The weaver's sightless eyes seemed to see through his inner turmoil, while the seer's bright innocence gave him a warm sense of home.
"So... the Chrysos Heirs were destined by the heavens?"
The young man asked, gathering his courage.
The weaver shook her head.
"No. It's more like a long, grueling pilgrimage."
The young man tucked away the wheat-scented memories of his past and joined the holy city's legion, training day and night until difficult swordplay became as natural as breathing.
In a death match that stunned the world, he battled the crown prince of Kremnos for ten days and nights. In each sweeping strike, he wielded his blade as if he'd already offered up his life without hesitation.
Of course, more often than not, the young man greeted the world with humor and ease.
"I just want people to feel comfortable around me," he would say.
Though his friends often scoffed at that, they knew it was that very spirit that earned the silver-haired youth the trust and respect of commoners and nobles alike in the holy city.
During his years of study at the Grove, even though he had little interest in logic, the young man often triumphed in debates with his sharp wit after poring over books until the pages wore thin.
Though he could not outcompete his teacher's wisdom, deep down he knew — it was the courage to stay true to himself that he still lacked.
Yet when the young man returned from the battlefield and after the physician had bandaged his wounds, there was still a long silence.
"Lord Phainon... do you often wake in the night, or find yourself unable to sleep?"
He didn't mind.
To walk the path that would strike down the gods themselves, he had to carve himself into the shape the world needed him to be.
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>>> 49th Computation
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>>> Loading Scene [Okhema]
>>> Loading Scene [Grove of Epiphany]
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>>> Load Computational Factors
"HapLotes405"
"SkeMma720"
"EpieiKeia216"
"PoleMos600"
"EleOs252"
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>>> Initiating Computation
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>>> Object "Neikos496" self-iteration progress: 0.43%
