角色故事•四（解锁条件：角色等级80）
他多次重返「阿尔冈-阿帕歇」，调查当时下令灭族的男人，却发现他的身影在历史记载中，早已被抹去。
他闯入忆庭分部，试图读取与「阿尔冈-阿帕歇」有关的忆泡。陈列于展柜的忆泡纷纷滚落，那些忆者顾不得对他进行阻拦，蜂拥而上率先将那些难得一见的记忆抢救下来。
在被驱逐出忆庭时，他终于趁乱在关于「阿尔冈-阿帕歇」的忆泡中看到了那个男人。
「奥斯瓦尔多•施耐德，星际和平公司『市场开拓部』主管……」
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「你听说了吗，最近有个神秘的改造人在庇尔波因特的星际港口袭击公司的船队……」
「市场开拓部的生意被搅黄了不少，我们就等着看好戏吧，谁让他们平时那么张扬……」
「好戏？明天就要回庇尔波因特了，我可不想被人用枪指着脑袋……」
身着制服的公司员工捧着咖啡，三三两两穿过喷泉广场。
树荫下，牛仔压低帽檐，一边读着报纸上的通缉令，一边悠闲地啜饮单一麦芽果汁。
「波提欧。出生地未知。巡海游侠。对以下罪案负责：针对庇尔波因特的袭击，五起；针对星际和平公司市场开拓部武器仓库的袭击，三起；针对P<unbreak>40</unbreak>级以上公司员工的袭击，若干起；此外，此人还应对玛丽-卢安星系珍宝失踪案、孔厄行星环暴动案、伽利略星大爆炸等多起公司下辖星球的案件负责。」
「他宝贝的，枪林弹雨、死里逃生的事情被你们写得跟小可爱一样……」
他扔下报纸，紧盯着从公司分部进出的舰队。虽然通缉令上他的赏金一涨再涨，奥斯瓦尔多却像一条湿滑的泥鳅，从未让他抓住过半点踪迹。不仅在公开报道中不见其踪影，甚至连那些中级员工也不知道他的所在。
港口，低级智械有条不紊地运送货物，朴素的货运舰来来回回。当他数完第三百五十九艘货运舰，港口的工作人员开始脱帽致意，一艘华丽的太空舰在护卫舰的拱卫下从港口滑出，驶向盛会之星。望着那装饰浮夸的舰船，他摇摇头，继续等待着什么。
在数十分钟后，一艘灰色的小型生态舰无声无息地跟着商业舰队飞出了港口
——那才是他真正的目标。
「没有哪个地方永远是铜墙铁壁一块。找不到你奥斯瓦尔多，找到看不惯你的公司狗还不容易？」
「想想过去那些和敌人联手、被我干掉的家伙，不知道他们现在会不会在地狱里笑话我…」
他丢掉手中的空瓶子，露出了尖牙。
「没事，我们很快就会见面了。」
Character Story: Part IV
• Unlocked at Character Level 80
He returned to Aeragan-Epharshel multiple times to investigate the man who ordered the annihilation of his whole tribe, only to discover the man's identity had already been erased from historical records.
He forced his way into a Garden of Recollection branch and tried to read Memory Bubbles related to Aeragan-Epharshel. The Memory Bubbles on display along the display cabinets all fall towards the ground. Those Memokeepers had no time to stop him as they rushed forward and prioritized saving rare and precious memories.
As he was kicked out of the Garden of Recollection, he finally saw that man amid the chaos in a Memory Bubble related to Aeragan-Epharshel.
"Oswaldo Schneider, director of the Marketing Development Department in the Interastral Peace Corporation..."
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"Did you hear that a mysterious cyborg has been attacking the IPC's fleets in Pier Point's interstellar port?"
"Loads of business for the Marketing Development Department got ruined cause of that. Let's all get some popcorn ready. It's about time they pay their due for being so in-your-face all the time..."
"Popcorn? I'm going back to Pier Point tomorrow and I don't want to have a gun pointed to my head..."
Uniformed IPC workers cross the Fountain Plaza in twos and threes as they hold cups of coffee in hand.
The cowboy lowered the brim of his hat under the shade of a tree. He read the wanted notice in the newspaper as he leisurely sipped a bottle of malt fruit juice.
"Boothill. Birthplace unknown. Galaxy Ranger. Responsible for the following crimes: 5 counts of assault against Pier Point; 3 counts of attacks against weapon warehouses belonging to the IPC's Marketing Development Department; multiple counts of attacks against IPC workers at rank P40 or above. Moreover, this person should also be responsible for the treasure theft on the Marie-Louin system, riots in the Kongea ring system, the great explosion on the planet of Galileo, and many other incidents on planets under the IPC's jurisdiction."
"Son of a bench, y'all blowin' smokes over here 'bout me dodgin' them bullets and cheatin' death like a lil' shirt-for-brain at his first rodeo..."
He tossed the paper aside and stared at the fleets entering and leaving this IPC branch office. Though the bounty on his head kept rising with every wanted notice, Oswaldo remained slippery as an eel, leaving no trail. Not only is the director untraceable through official announcements, but even the middle managers are unaware of the man's whereabouts.
The low-tier Intellitron are shipping goods in an orderly manner at the dock as plain-looking shipping vessels shuttle to and fro. When he had counted 359 shipping vessels, the workers at the dock started to take off their hats in salute as a magnificent spaceship slid out from the quay, surrounded by protective corvettes, to sail toward the Planet of Festivities. He shook his head as he looked at the pretentious luxury spaceship and kept waiting for something else.
After a few minutes, a small gray bioship silently left port together with a commercial fleet
— That was his real target.
"Ain't no place forever ironclad, pardner. Sure, I can't track ya down, Oswaldo. But sniffin' out them yella-bellied IPC dogs who can't stand you ain't no tall order."
"Mullin' over them varmints I sent to boot hill for backin' the wrong side... Reckon they might be yukkin' it up at me from hell 'bout now..."
He tossed the empty bottle and showed his sharp teeth.
"Don'cha worry. We'll be meetin' up real soon."
