角色故事•二（解锁条件：角色等级40）
面对那从异乡漂泊而来的青年，织者与貌如孩童的先知偶尔会提及逐火与黄金裔的历史。
织者无光的双眼仿佛能看穿他内心的迷茫，而先知的天真烂漫又令他感受到家的温暖。
“也就是说，黄金裔，是天赐的命运......”
青年鼓起勇气说道。
织者摇了摇头。
“不如说，那是漫长的苦行。”
青年将氤氲麦香的过去珍藏心中，他加入圣城的军团日夜训练，直到高深的剑术变得如同呼吸一般简单。
在那场震惊世人的死斗中，悬锋的王储与他僵持十个日夜，那大开大合的挥斩之间，他仿佛早已把自己当成视死如归的剑。
当然，更多的时候，青年总以风趣轻松的态度示人。
“我只是希望让别人感到亲切和自在。”
关于这一点，他的友人虽然嗤之以鼻，但也知晓正因如此，白发青年在圣城平民与贵族中享有信赖和美名。
去往树庭求学的岁月，对逻辑本不感兴趣的青年，在翻烂书坊的典籍后，常在辩论场上以机智的演讲取胜。
虽然老师的锋芒令他避之不及，但他深知自己正缺那份坚持自我的勇气。
只是当青年从战场归来，医师为他包扎完伤口后，依旧思忖良久。
“白厄阁下..你是不是总在夜里惊醒，或者无法入睡？”
他并不在意。
要踏上那击落神明的路，他必须将自己雕刻成众人需要的模样。
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第四十九次运算
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>>>载入场景[奥赫马]
>>>载入场景[神悟树庭]
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>>>载入计算因子
“HapLotes405”
“SkeMma720”
“EpieiKeia216”
“PoleMos600”
“EleOs252”
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>>>开始运算
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>>>对象“Neikos496”自我迭代进度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%
