角色故事•三（解锁条件：角色等级60）
「这条路并不适合你，赶紧出去。去找个工作或者…找个学上？」
小个子医生放下吃了一半的三明治，在明显大了几号的白大褂上擦了擦手。
男人不发一言，脱掉衣服，露出满身伤疤，医生依然没有停止絮叨。
「像你这样的年轻人，值得一个更好的未来。这条路属于那些走投无路的人，那些已经没有能力重新开始，却依然渴望向邪恶追索的人……」
冰冷的枪抵上医生的额头——或者说，姑且称之为额头的部位。
「我要是想听上课，就会去上学了。」男人威胁道。
「虽然你想威胁，但枪对我没用…算了，你躺下吧。」医生无奈道。
……
手术台的无影灯打开。
他仿佛落入深海，肉体被包裹，与周围融为一体，然后逐渐远去，只余空洞的思维在原地挣扎。
奇怪的是，恐惧、不安、孤独、黑暗、愤怒…那些感情没有随着肉身消散，反而以另一种方式保留下来，愈发沉重。
他闻到烧焦的气味，他甚至能感受到医生轻盈的呼吸——她竟然还会呼吸？他不合时宜地想道。电机的嗡鸣在他耳边盘旋，蓝色的新血拒绝流向他饥渴的心脏。
他很想就这么睡去，不用醒来。
直到听见那粗粝的歌声，那温柔的叮嘱，过去的记忆再次浮现，刻骨的仇恨化作黑暗中的微光，他循着光亮朝尽头走去，用尽力气浮出水面。
……
「恭喜，你还挺难杀的。」
医生在白大褂上蹭了蹭满手血污，又重新拿起那半个三明治。
「你以为我会死？」
他握紧双手，如今它们是钢铁的，冰冷的。
「大部分人会死。」医生坦率地说道，「可不是因为我手艺不精。」
「好消息：我早就死了。」
「你叫什么名字？」
他犹豫了一下，耳边温柔的、粗粝的声音都消失了，已经没有人会叫出那个清脆而响亮的名字了。
「波提欧。在我的家乡，这个名字被用来称呼那些被人打死的枪手。」
他转而一笑，露出满口的尖牙。
「但这只是个开始而已，医生。在为了复仇付出的所有代价之中，这是最轻的一个。」
他拖着新的身体，蹒跚走出大门。
「那就祝你『巡猎』愉快，『巡海游侠』波提欧！」
冲着他的背影，小个子医生大喊道。
门外夜色正浓，波提欧不禁抬起头——在繁星的阵列中，又有一颗被点亮了。
Character Story: Part III
• Unlocked at Character Level 60
"This road doesn't suit you. Get out. Go find a job or... get an education."
The short doctor put down the half-eaten sandwich and wiped her hands on a white coat that was evidently a few sizes too big.
The man didn't say anything and took off his clothes instead, revealing skin completely covered in scars. The doctor didn't stop her pestering.
"A young man like you deserves a better future. This road, on the other hand, belongs to those who have no other choice, people who can't start again anymore but still want to make evil pay..."
The cold barrel of a gun pressed against the doctor's forehead — Rather, the part of her that could still be regarded as a forehead.
"If I wanted a lecture, I would've gotten ma'self an education already." The man threatened.
"I get what you're trying to do, but guns don't work against me... never mind. Go lie down." The doctor replied in resignation.
...
The lights above the operation table lit up.
He felt as if he had fallen into a deep sea. His flesh was wrapped up and then melted into everything around him. His body departed, leaving only his hollow thoughts struggling all alone.
Strangely, the emotions — terror, anxiety, loneliness, darkness, rage — didn't dissipate with his physical body. They remained in a different manner — and they were even heavier than before.
He smelled the scent of something being charred, and he even felt the doctor's soft breathing — She can breathe? He couldn't help but have that incongruous thought. The whirl of machinery buzzed around his ears and the new blue blood refused to flow towards his thirsty heart.
He really wanted to just fall asleep like this and never wake up.
Until he heard those crude songs and those gentle words, and memories of yore surfaced once again. The unforgettable hatred turned into a weak light in the darkness and he followed it to walk toward the end of it all, exerting every ounce of his strength to rise once again to the surface.
...
"Congrats. You're pretty hard to kill."
The doctor rubbed her blood-covered hands on her white coat and picked up the half-eaten sandwich again.
"Ya thought I was gonna die?"
He balled his hands into fists — hands that were now made of cold iron.
"Most people would have died,", the doctor stated candidly, "and it won't be because I'm bad at my job."
"Well I hav'a piece of good news for ya: I've been dead for a long time."
"What's your name?"
He briefly paused. Both the gentle and crude voices have disappeared. No one will ever call him by that crisp and resonating name again.
"Boothill. Where I come from, that's what we call gunslingers who end up bite'n the dust..."
He then smiled, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth.
"But this is just the start, doc. Of all the prices I hafta pay to get ma revenge, this here's the lightest toll."
Dragging his new body, he shambled out of the door.
"Then, happy 'Hunting', Boothill the Galaxy Ranger!"
The short doctor yelled at his retreating back.
Boothill couldn't help but look up at the night sky outside — Another star had been ignited in the arrays of stars above.
