角色故事•四（解鎖條件：角色等級80）
他多次重返「阿爾岡-阿帕歇」，調查當時下令滅族的男人，卻發現他的身影在歷史記載中，早已被抹去。
他闖入憶庭分部，試圖讀取與「阿爾岡-阿帕歇」有關的憶泡。陳列於展櫃的憶泡紛紛滾落，那些憶者顧不得對他進行阻攔，蜂擁而上率先將那些難得一見的記憶搶救下來。
在被驅逐出憶庭時，他終於趁亂在關於「阿爾岡-阿帕歇」的憶泡中看到了那個男人。
「奧斯瓦爾多•施耐德，星際和平公司『市場開拓部』主管……」
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「你聽說了嗎，最近有個神秘的改造人在庇爾波因特的星際港口襲擊公司的船隊……」
「市場開拓部的生意被攪黃了不少，我們就等着看好戲吧，誰讓他們平時那麼張揚……」
「好戲？明天就要回庇爾波因特了，我可不想被人用槍指着腦袋……」
身着制服的公司員工捧着咖啡，三三兩兩穿過噴泉廣場。
樹蔭下，牛仔壓低帽檐，一邊讀着報紙上的通緝令，一邊悠閒地啜飲單一麥芽果汁。
「波提歐。出生地未知。巡海遊俠。對以下罪案負責：針對庇爾波因特的襲擊，五起；針對星際和平公司市場開拓部武器倉庫的襲擊，三起；針對P<unbreak>40</unbreak>級以上公司員工的襲擊，若干起；此外，此人還應對瑪麗-盧安星系珍寶失蹤案、孔厄行星環暴動案、伽利略星大爆炸等多起公司下轄星球的案件負責。」
「他寶貝的，槍林彈雨、死裏逃生的事情被你們寫得跟小可愛一樣……」
他扔下報紙，緊盯着從公司分部進出的艦隊。雖然通緝令上他的賞金一漲再漲，奧斯瓦爾多卻像一條濕滑的泥鰍，從未讓他抓住過半點蹤跡。不僅在公開報道中不見其蹤影，甚至連那些中級員工也不知道他的所在。
港口，低級智械有條不紊地運送貨物，樸素的貨運艦來來回回。當他數完第三百五十九艘貨運艦，港口的工作人員開始脫帽致意，一艘華麗的太空艦在護衛艦的拱衛下從港口滑出，駛向盛會之星。望着那裝飾浮誇的艦船，他搖搖頭，繼續等待着什麼。
在數十分鐘後，一艘灰色的小型生態艦無聲無息地跟着商業艦隊飛出了港口
——那才是他真正的目標。
「沒有哪個地方永遠是銅牆鐵壁一塊。找不到你奧斯瓦爾多，找到看不慣你的公司狗還不容易？」
「想想過去那些和敵人聯手、被我幹掉的傢伙，不知道他們現在會不會在地獄裏笑話我…」
他丟掉手中的空瓶子，露出了尖牙。
「沒事，我們很快就會見面了。」
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."
