角色故事•三（解锁条件：角色等级60）
剑，长五尺，重若千钧，玄黑的锋刃上血色浮泛。
剑以天外金石之瑛百炼所成，不遵兵仗规制，一如锻造它的那位短生种匠人般横逆不可当，狷狂已极。

从来只与剑为友的她，竟有了许多朋友。

她荣任剑首之日，匠人一袭黑衣出席典礼，负手投剑。剑没地数尺，惟余其柄。人人哗然。
“我造的剑，唯有罗浮云骑剑首方能诠尽真妙。”他露齿一笑。

如月般孤高傲岸的罗浮龙尊，因目睹她的神技，竟生出一较高下的胜负心。
枪与剑争锋多年，苦无结果。最终她于显龙大雩殿中一剑分断海潮，终于赢得龙尊钦服。

飞遍星海、见识广博的无名客曾为她操舟转舵，带来星海彼岸酿成的仙醪，与她酣饮畅谈，看天空中的群星熠熠。

“便是天上的星星，我也会斩下。”
她依稀记得酒酣耳热之际的豪言。自童年记忆中扑面而来的那颗燃烧星宿，那时时牵缠不休的恐怖梦魇仿佛也不再可憎可怖。
舞剑至今，她第一次明白了何谓生机。而在此之前，她所怀者，不过是死志罢了。

还有他，她的徒弟。
她想起与他的初识，这个年纪小小鬼主意却极多的孩子，曾问出与当年的自己相同的问题。
“师父为何执着于用剑？能杀死敌人的武器有千百种，就算要消灭那颗星星，仙舟的朱明火怕是也能做到。”
“这个问题就像问诗人为何要写诗一样？表达自我的方式有许多，但属于我的只有这一种。”
如今，他也已成为云骑的翘楚。

她已经没有老师了。戎装女子殒于战阵，无法再教她任何东西。
她也不再需要老师。对关于剑的一切，她了如指掌。它们就是身体的一部分，是行走坐卧间的一呼一吸。
人们称呼她“无罅飞光”，是万载犹不可得的剑士巅顶。但她明白，要“斩下天上的星星”，她的剑，仍然不够——

即便她手中握着的，是夸称仙舟第一的宝剑……
剑，长五尺，重若千钧，玄黑的锋刃上血色浮泛。  

Character Story: Part III

• Unlocked at Character Level 60

A sword, 5 feet in length, weighing as heavy as three thousand catties. The ebony blade shimmers with a sanguine sheen.
The sword was forged from the nonstop tempering of extraterrestrial ores, a complete deviation from conventional weaponry. Untamed and unyielding, the sword mirrored the defiance and hubris of its short-life species creator.

Once, she had only swords as her companions, but now she found herself with many friends.

The day she was crowned as the Sword Champion, the craftsman attended the ceremony in a black garb and cast out the sword he bore. The sword sank deep into the ground, leaving only its hilt above the soil. All attendees were shocked.
"Only the Sword Champion of the Luofu Cloud Knights can tap into the full potential of this sword I have crafted." He gave a toothy grin.

The high elder of the Luofu, as haughty and detached as the high moon in the sky, felt an irresistible temptation to duel with her upon witnessing her peerless martial prowess with just one simple glance.
The spear and the sword sparred for many years without a conclusion, until she cleaved ocean tides in twain with a single slash in the Dragonvista Rain Hall, and finally won the high elder's concession.

A well-traveled Nameless who had flown across the cosmos had steered vessels for her, bringing divine nectar from the other side of the universe to share with her, and gazed upon the scintillating stars by her side.

"I will cut down even the stars in the sky."
She still vaguely remembers the boasts she made in moments of inebriation. That burning planet rushing towards her in childhood memories, that horrible nightmare that wouldn't let her go — those scenes are no longer so terrifying.
This is the first time she understands what "wanting to live" means in all her years of wielding a sword. Before this moment, she was simply someone ready to die.

And there was her student.
She recalled the first time they met. This young but devious child had asked the same questions as she did.
"Master, why do you insist on wielding a sword? There are thousands of weapons out there that can kill an enemy. If you want to destroy that planet, the Zhuming can probably do it with its artillery."
"This is like asking a poet why they wrote poems. There are many ways to express oneself, but this is the only way for me."
Now, he has also become a shining star amongst the Cloud Knights.

She doesn't have a master anymore. The woman in armor perished on the battlefield and can instruct her no longer.
Nor does she need a master anymore. She knows everything there is to know about swords. They are a part of her body. They are the intake and release of her breath as she walks and sleeps.
People call her the Transcendent Flash, the pinnacle of swordmasters, a once-in-ten-millennia hero. However, she knows that her sword is still not enough to "cut down the star in the sky" —

Even if she is holding the greatest sword in all the Xianzhou...
A sword, 5 feet in length, weighing as heavy as three thousand catties. The ebony blade shimmers with a sanguine sheen.

角色故事•四（解锁条件：角色等级80）
剑，长五尺，重若千钧，玄黑的锋刃上布满裂纹，剑尖不知所踪。
在纷乱如雨的战事中，她曾手执此剑和战友弟子一同杀入千足之舟，斫下步离战首的狼头；也曾登上高耸入云的飞空城巢，削去羽卫们的翮羽；她与慧骃铁蹄相抗，将六足骏马的执辔者们尽数镇入牢狱…在她剑锋所向之下，孽物或死或败，无一幸免。
她从未料到自己竟会将这柄剑指向自己的生死至交。

她喘息着，勉力支撑伤疲之身。远处洞天中传来悲痛的龙咆，如祈求解脱。
看着狷狂的工匠跌落在污泥中，她游魂般走过他身畔。
“我本该先杀了你…但你还有别的罪要受，永生永世……”
她将残剑指向龙尊。
“不可能，龙师们说过…我族之血，我祖之魂，本该造就另一个龙尊。这一切…不该是这样的。”
“如果让你牺牲可以令一切恢复原状，我会做的…但现在…告诉我那头龙的逆鳞所在。
“颅顶……”

半是龙形的孽兽掣电般在空中游过，足以吞灭海平线的身躯撞碎了又一座浮岛，哀鸣声如一千柄剑交击。
她感到自己的丹腑在翻滚烧灼，仿佛熟透的谷粒即将脱壳挣出，膨胀至无限。
她看到自己又被困在幼年的梦魇里，凶星灭顶而来，蜉蝣无力挣扎。
女人自裙幅上扯下一条黑色的绸布，蒙住双眼。
雷击霆碎。她持剑跃起，迎向孽龙。
在似梦似真的幻觉中，她感到血肉终于超越了极限，开始崩解。仿佛有丝弦般的束缚，紧绷着四肢百骸，一丝丝切裂她最后的意识。
毫无来由地，那句话在耳畔响起：
“便是天上的星星，我也会斩下。”

那一瞬，她握住了梦寐以求的剑。
那是能解脱一切束缚的剑。那是一柄熟悉多年的剑。
它并非凡铁熔铸，而是一截坚冰凝成，幽幽含光，如握一线月光在手。
剑，长三尺七寸，轻如无物。  

Character Story: Part IV

• Unlocked at Character Level 80

A sword, 5 feet in length, weighing as heavy as three thousand catties. The ebony blade is covered in cracks and the tip is broken and lost.
Amid the countless wars, she wielded this sword and, alongside her comrades and disciple, battled her way into the vast ship, decapitating the wolf-like head of the borisin Warhead. She also climbed the sky-piercing flying citadel, clipping the wings of the Feather Guards. She fought the iron cavalry of the Houyhnhnm, sealing all the riders of the six-legged steeds into prison... Whichever way her sword swung, no abomination could escape death or imprisonment.
She had never expected she would point this sword at her lifelong friend.

She gasped, barely holding her wounded body together. Far away, deeper in the delve, there came the anguished roar of a dragon, as if pleading for death.
She watched as the arrogant craftsman fell into the mud, and walked up to him like a wraith.
"I should kill you first... but you will have your own torment to bear for all eternity..."
She pointed the broken sword at the high elder.
"Impossible. The Preceptors said... The blood of my race and the soul of my ancestor should have created another high elder. All this... It shouldn't be like this."
"If your death can return everything to how it was, I would do it... But you need to tell me right now where that dragon's weak point is."
"The top of its head..."

The half-draconic abomination swam through the air in blasts of lightning. Its body, enough to swallow the very horizon, sundered yet another floating isle. Its wails were as loud as the clamors of a thousand clashing swords.
She felt her Core Esse boiling, like a ripe wheat grain about to burst out of its husk and swell to infinity.
She saw herself trapped in childhood nightmares again. The ominous planet is swallowing her overhead, and she, but an insect, cannot even struggle.
The woman tore off a spread of black silk from the edge of her skirt and covered her eyes.
The thunder struck. She leapt up with her sword towards the draconic abomination.
In a dreamlike illusion, she felt her flesh surpass its limits, beginning to disintegrate. It was as if innumerable silken threads bound her, taut across every limb and bone, each one slicing through the last vestiges of her consciousness, bit by bit.
Suddenly, she heard those words:
"I will cut down even the stars in the sky."

At that moment, she finally grasped the sword she had been seeking all this time.
It was a sword that can transcend all restrictions. It was a sword she had been familiar with for years.
It was not forged from any ordinary iron, but condensed from a shaft of sharp ice. It glowed with a dim light, as if it was a strand of moonlight held in the wielder's hand.
A sword, 3 feet and 7 inches in length, and weighs nothing.

雪衣

角色详情
仙舟“罗浮”的“十王司”判官之一，负责拘、锁、刑、问的四判官中的“拘”。
手持铁索与破魔锥，不知疲倦地寻索重犯，将其勾摄镇伏。
过去的肉身已灰飞烟灭，借偃偶身躯“还阳”，每缉拿一个凶徒便抵半日。  

Character Details

One of the judges of the Ten-Lords Commission on the Luofu. She is in charge of "detention" among the four judges of detention, interrogation, incarceration, and punishment.
With iron chain and Mara-Sunder Awl in hand in tireless pursuit of recidivists, she will forthwith ensnare and subdue them all.
The mortal coil of her past being has been reduced to ashes. She is reanimated via a puppet body. For each villain she captures, she gets in return half a day in the world of the living.

角色故事•一（解锁条件：角色等级20）
“十王圣断，业报恒常。”

白衣如雪的判官从街巷幽暗处踱步而出，封死了他最后的去路。

男人靠得更近了，只是拔尖的颤音出卖了他的恐惧：“怎么…光抓住那几个家伙还不够？”

用“怎么”起头，但不是问句，是反问句——对语义的分析在思考中枢里转了个来回，除了“目标对共犯的下场一清二楚外”外没有任何其他情报。

她决定直接执行被交付的使命。

眼球、额角、下颚、心脏、丹腑、下腹…一瞥之间，她标定了所有能一击奏效的部位。虽然对手是以灵敏反应著称的狐人，但他空门大开，一合…至多两合之间便能解决。

但这一击落空了。

判官略带好奇地看着他。男人体表上下如有小鼠游走般，肌肉起伏不休，双眼闪动着计划得遂的光芒。

他像得了急病般剧烈喘息，在一阵无法遏制的痛苦呐喊中，身躯攒生出大片细密的毫毛，四肢躯壳被某种看不见的力量强撑了开来。洞天月色的照耀下，一头巨狼人立而起。此刻在判官的视野下，那片笼罩人体的鲜红轮廓已烧成了一丛野火。

“汝…这是自蹈死路，”内心深处的某种习惯想让她叹一口气，可身体已没了这个功能。“服下药王秘传的药，不过是加速死亡。”

男人的目光没有丝毫动摇，“从被你们发现的那一刻起，我就没几天活了。”

狐人抓起身侧的药囊，如倒豆子般将更多药丸倒进嘴里，“你们这些无血无泪的东西又怎么会懂，我有必须离开这里的理由！”

一枚巨大的拳头倏然扩张，撑满整个视野，判官的反应机巧刚刚来得及做出响应。双臂一抖，她随身携带的锁链绷成一个圈，试图兜住这一拳。

拳头挟着惊人的力量轰入胸膛，白衣判官双足所踏之地也裂开密如蛛网的碎纹，深深凹陷。

没有疼痛，只有机巧器官损坏的轻响。白衣判官一阵恍惚。  

Character Story: Part I

• Unlocked at Character Level 20

"Ten Lords perceptual, Karma perpetual."

Dressed as white as the driven snow, the Judge strolled out from the dim street, obscuring his final escape.

The man drew closer, but the shrill tremble in his voice betrayed his fear: "How... is catching them not enough?"

It may have started with a "How," but not as a question, rather as a rhetorical one. The semantic analysis goes back and forth in the mind, and there's no other intel other than "the target clearly knew who the accomplice was."

She decided to execute the mission assigned to her straight away.

The eyeballs, forehead, chin, heart, the Core Esse, and the lower abdomen... With a glance, she marked off all the parts that might make for a single effective strike. Despite foxians being known for their quick reactions, her opponent had left himself wide open and one round... two rounds, max, should be enough to take care of things.

But this blow missed.

The Judge looked at him with an air of curiosity. The man's body seemed to move like scurrying mice, with muscles undulating, and his eyes sparkled with the gleam of a well-executed plan.

He panted violently as though suffering from a critical illness, and during a burst of uncontrollable pain his body shot out large swathes of fine hairs as his limbs and body swelled and tore open by some invisible force. Under the glow of moonlight within the delve, a monstrous wolfman stood up. In the view of the Judge, the sanguine silhouette enveloping its body had burned up into a wildfire.

"You... are seeking death." She has an urge to sigh out of habit, but her body no longer has that function. "The partaking of the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus' concoction will only hasten your demise."

The man's gaze barely wavers at all. "The second I was discovered by you, I only ever had a few more days to live."

The foxian grabs the medicine pouch, and pours out more pills into his mouth as though it were candy. "You are a tool that sheds no blood and cry no tears. You could never understand — I have my reason for leaving here!"

A huge fist suddenly expanded, filling up the entire field of vision, and the Judge barely had any time to react. Shaking her arms, the chain she clutched whipped into a circle as she tried to lasso the fist.

The fist punched into her chest with astonishing force, splitting cracks into the ground like cobwebs and creating a crater beneath where the white-robed Judge was standing.

There was no pain, only the gentle ringing of damaged ingenium parts. The white-robed Judge was left befuddled.

角色故事•二（解锁条件：角色等级40）
“雪衣大人，你这幅身体已经没救了。我…我得把你移进新的偃偶里。这个过程可能会让你有些糊涂，你忍一忍。”

在她与冥差藿藿之间，类似的对话已重复了不知多少次。她也一如往常应对，“谢谢。这回请挑个结实的。”

她看见藿藿的狐耳摆了摆，是在表达丧气的情绪吗？她不知道。她的眼睛虽然可以看见，但没有辨认情绪的能力…或许，这不是眼睛的问题。

“我已经把最好的、最硬的、最灵敏的零件全都塞进雪衣大人的身体了，但您的负伤率和损坏率还是部里最高的…问字部的匠作们都开始埋怨了。”

“等你拼好吾，吾就……”

“…你就给他们一人脑袋上‘轻轻’敲一下对吧？”一个熟悉的声音来到四分五裂的她身旁。“他们还是血肉凡胎，受不住你的玩笑。”

垂下的长发覆盖在她的脸上，她的人造肌肤传来一阵扰动信号。女人俯瞰的脸从各自独立的五官凑成了一张教她无比熟悉、亲切的脸。

“姐姐，机巧之身总会让人产生自己金刚不坏的错觉。但我却要用还阳的假日，抵扣这次你身体的超前损坏。盼你下次执行使命时记住了，你还有个妹妹会为你担心。”

“记住了。”

“再不行的话，就得让藿藿把这一条写在你的脑海里…啊不用，藿藿，我开玩笑的。我相信姐姐会记住。”

“那雪衣大人，我们准备开始了。”

她感到自己被切开，被复制，分裂成数千份，被上传到十王司万千回路之中——
一瞬间，她翻过因果殿中无数刻录简牍，在惊鸿一瞥仙舟人的灵魂全貌后又忘之阙如。
下一瞬间，她进入周遭金人勾魂使的身躯，体会金铁身躯的刚强和玉兆中难以动摇的意志。
她长出一千只眼睛，用机巧鸟的翅膀和视线俯瞰星槎海下的人流……
她生就一千张耳朵，听到无穷个频段中波形的变化与尖啸……
她的一千只手在冥差身上书写业判，一千只脚在陌生的街道上紧追慢赶……
她明白自己此刻只在十王司的玉兆回路中，但她又感到自己无处不在，渐渐消散……

“姐姐…姐姐！”

熟悉的声音再次出现，超乎声纹波形之外，一个回忆牢牢禁锢住了她。白衣判官脑海一阵恍惚。  

Character Story: Part II

• Unlocked at Character Level 40

"Madam Xueyi, this body of yours is beyond salvation. I... I have to move you into a new puppet now. This process may leave you a little confused. Please bear with me."

Similar conversations had been exchanged between her and Huohuo the spiritfarer over and over again. She responded the same as always, "Thank you. This time, please pick something sturdy."

She saw Huohuo's foxy ear twitch — was it out of frustration? She knew not. Her eyes could see, but they had no capacity for recognizing emotion... And maybe this was through no fault of her eyes.

"I've packed all the best, hardest, and most flexible parts into Madam Xueyi's body, but your rates of injury and damage are still the highest in the division... The craftsmen of the Interrogation Division have started to grumble."

"Once you put me together, I will..."

"... Just give each of them a 'light' tap on the head, okay?" A familiar voice came beside her as she lay at sixes and sevens."They are still flesh and blood, and cannot stand your jokes."

Long hair drooped down to cover her face, and a disturbance signal emitted from her artificial skin. The woman's face looking down had each independent feature combined into a new one that was both extremely familiar yet also kind to her.

"Sister, having an ingenium body will always lull you into a false sense of invulnerability. However, I have to use the remaining days of reanimation to offset premature damage to this body of yours. I hope you can remember during your next mission that you've still got a sister out there who cares about you."

"I remember."

"Otherwise, you'll have to get Huohuo to write this line into your mind... Ah, just kidding, Huohuo. No need for that. I trust my sister can remember it."

"So Madam Xueyi, let's begin."

She felt herself being sliced open, copied, split into a thousand pieces, and uploaded into millions of circuits housed at the Ten-Lords Commission. When...
In a flash, she shuffled through countless documents inscribed in the Hall of Karma and then, after a fleeting glimpse at all the souls of the Xianzhou, the memory vanished.
Moments later, she entered the body of a nearby aurumaton spectral envoy, feeling both the strength of the metal body alongside the unshakable will of the jade abacus.
She has one thousand pairs of eyes, watching over the people of Starskiff Haven with the wings and sight line of a cycrane...
She has one thousand ears, scanning the changing waves and pitches among the infinite possible frequencies...
Her one thousand hands write handwritten judgments on the spiritfarer's body, and her one thousand feet give chase over unfamiliar avenues...
She knows that she's only inside the jade abacus circuitry of the Ten-Lords Commission, but she feels as though she were everywhere and gradually fading away...

"Sister... sister!"

A familiar voice rang out again beyond the waveform of the voiceprint, and she was trapped fast inside a memory. The white-robed judge was left befuddled.

角色故事•三（解锁条件：角色等级60）
“姐姐…姐姐！”

她惊觉自己身处在蓝天下，周遭麦浪起伏，昂扬生长。

她笑着将细枝和一早捡来的花朵编在一起，戴在怀中女孩小小的脑袋上。女孩回过脸瞧她，笑得比花朵更明亮。

她紧紧捧着这张脸，发誓要永远保护这张纤巧、脆弱的脸，发誓要为她做很多很多。

“姐姐…姐姐！”

才一走神，这张脸就变宽了，开阔了。那俊俏的五官间已经没有一丝需要她呵护的柔弱，只有坚毅。这张脸曾与自己并肩行走，一同登上星槎，远征域外。

风沙、冰霜、泥痕…时间在这张深爱的脸上留下许多尘垢。但自己的手总会轻柔细致地抹去一切。

和自己一样，妹妹已经是个大人了。她不该当着众人的面，像总是操心的母亲那般为她擦拭。但她又怎么能轻易放手呢？她发过誓要永远保护这张脸，发誓要做很多很多。

“姐姐…姐姐！”

她抬头已身在火与血的焦土之上，地上是数千张熟悉却早已丧失生机的脸庞，妹妹的脸也在其中。

但她找不到自己的脸。

“我能救她。我能救回你们所有人。只消挥挥众手中的一枝，我就可以教血肉从白骨上长回去，让花瓣从泥尘落回花蕊。你很清楚。”

她的身下，生有千面的怪树在对她说话，也是在对所有人说话。祂挥舞枝条，枝干深扎大地。

“我乃倏忽，我乃万古。从我开始，尔等将获得真正的长生。”

她饮泣闭目，没有了反抗的余力。此刻她已是这巨树上微不足道的一颗果实，无法向雄伟的根须抗辩。

一柄燃烧的巨剑自天而降，烧尽了空气中甜腻的腐臭味。身着重甲的魁伟男子如同流星般坠入战场，怒啸着冲向巨树。那怪树如同花朵般再度绽开，金色的枝干猛烈生长，紧紧纠缠住宿敌。

“每一次克服死亡，皆是无上喜乐。和他们一样，你的血肉微不足道，但你的痛苦或能取悦我。”

枝干尖笑着，让每一个头颅开口代祂说一个字，接连成句：“腾骁，这次你打算用什么杀死我？我很期待。”

“用我自己。”男人平静回应。他的背后，金色的幻影将巨刃自天搠下，直贯大地。

“姐姐…姐姐！”

呼喊越发急切，她感到自己再次被筛选、被删除、被合并，塞进狭窄有限的自我中。

“所谓的幽府判官、十王敕使，也不过如此。”

如同所有从梦中惊醒的人一般，她回到了自己的身体，却忘记了刚才的梦。白衣判官脑海一阵恍惚。  

Character Story: Part III

• Unlocked at Character Level 60

"Sister... sister!"

She was shocked to discover herself beneath an azure sky, surrounded by lush undulating waves of wheat growing.

She smiled as she braided together the twigs and flowers she'd picked up earlier, placing this wreath on the tiny head of the little girl in her lap. The girl turned back to look at her, smiling even more brightly than the flowers.

She held onto this face tightly, vowing to eternally protect this delicate, fragile face — vowing to do many, many things for her.

"Sister... sister!"

As soon as she was distracted, this face relaxed and grew broader. There was no trace of weakness in those gorgeous eyes that needed her care — only perseverance. This face once walked side-by-side with her, boarding starskiffs together and cruising out beyond the borders.

Sandstorms, frost, mud marks... Time has left behind much dirt upon this face. But these hands will always gently and meticulously wipe away everything.

Just like herself, her sister has grown and matured. She shouldn't always wipe her sister's face clean in front of everyone like an anxious mother. But how could she ever just let go of things? She vowed to protect this face forever — vowing to do many, many things.

"Sister... sister!"

She looked up from the blood and fire of the scorched earth. On the ground lay thousands of familiar but lifeless faces, including that of her sister.

But she couldn't find her own face.

"I can save her. I can save all of you. All it takes is a wave of the branch and I can teach flesh to regrow from the mere bones or let petals rise up out of the dust to the flower once more. You know very well I can."

Underneath her, a strange tree with a thousand faces spoke to her, and to everyone. THEY waved THEIR branches, penetrating deep into the earth.

"I am Shuhu. I am eternal. From me, you shall gain true immortality."

Sobbing, she closed her eyes, incapable of providing any resistance. At this moment, she was just an insignificant fruit upon this giant tree, powerless against mighty roots.

A colossal, blazing sword plunged down from the heavens, scorching away the sweet yet putrid atmosphere. A towering figure in formidable armor crashed onto the battlefield like a meteor, bellowing at the towering tree. The strange tree blossomed once more like a perennial flower, its golden branches growing ferociously to tightly entangle the enemy.

"Each time you overcome death, I am beyond overjoyed. Like them, your flesh and blood are insignificant, but your pain is something that pleases me."

The branches laughed shrilly, letting each head speak one word on THEIR behalf, stringing together a sentence, "Teng Xiao, what do you plan on using to kill me this time? I'm curious."

"With myself." The man replies calmly. Behind him, the golden illusion plunges the colossal blade straight down into the ground from high up in the sky.

"Sister... sister!"

The cries grow more urgent. She could feel herself being once again filtered, deleted, merged, and stuffed into a narrow and limited self.

"These so-called Judges of the Netherworld and envoys of the Ten Lords truly amount to nothing."

Like everyone who jolts awake from a dream, she returns to her body but has forgotten the momentary dream. The judge dressed in white feels befuddled.

角色故事•四（解锁条件：角色等级80）
在白衣的判官耳旁，狐人嘶哑的笑声听来直如狼嗥。

男人带走了组织中最宝贵的丹药数十丸。而今看来，是他应敌经验不足，只服食一丸便已能将眼前判官轻巧捏碎。

“说到底，机巧终有上限…不如我们长生种的身体，潜力深不可测。”

狐人笑着想要抽回手，但却被牢牢拖住。数圈锁链彼此紧扣，犹如蛛丝纠缠着他的手臂。

披面的黑发间，判官的眸子闪闪发亮，那神情让狐人联想起了嗅到血味的猎食动物。“‘五藏神’，吾的机巧器官被打坏了。负责同情的部分，弱了一些。”

“…不知所谓！”狐人撮指成爪猛力击凿，却被一枚三棱尖刺穿透掌心，他失声嚎叫。

“原本打算让汝全须全尾地入幽狱受审，少去皮肉之苦。但你打碎了吾的同情心。”

“少装模做样了！你忘了自己的锁链和我连在一起吗？”掉入陷阱的伤兽猛烈挣扎起来。狐人拖过锁链，将白衣判官拥入怀中，每一寸巨硕的肌肉都在回应他的愤怒，绞索般收缩，令人牙酸的错位声在空气中嘣嘣作响。

“诚如汝之所说，血肉的潜力深不可测…但败也只败在一处，会痛。”

白衣判官的声音嗡嗡作响，伴随男人撕心裂肺的呼号响彻夜空。

她撑起破碎的右臂，折断的手铁骨戟出，如锋利矛尖，锥入狐人已呈狼形的下颚。走火入魔的逃犯左冲右突，却无法甩开紧紧纠缠的判官，在剧痛中翻滚半晌，终至失去意识，瘫软如泥。

“无血无泪？”血衣判官自犯人巨硕的躯体上缓缓站起。“是汝等丰饶孽物…打碎了吾的同情心啊。”

她勉力将颅骨、脊椎和髌骨推回正确的位置，然后把怎么也接不上的断手系在腰间。

这一回，小妹和藿藿会如何唠叨呢？内心深处的某种习惯想让她叹一口气，可身体已没了这个功能。  

Character Story: Part IV

• Unlocked at Character Level 80

The raspy laughter of the foxian next to the judge's ears sounds like the howling of a wolf.

The man took away dozens of the most valuable pellets in the organization. Now, it appears that he is simply lacking in combat experience. Ingesting just one pellet is already enough to easily crush the judge before him.

"At the end, ingenia have their limits... They are nothing compared to the immeasurable potential of the bodies of us long-life species."

The foxian chuckles and tries to retrieve his arm, only to find several chains entangling it. The chains are interlocked and intertwined over his skin like spider silk.

The judge's eyes are glowing through the gaps in her long black hair, which cascades down her face. Her expression reminds the foxian of a predator that had smelled blood. "My ingenium organ, 'Deities of the Five Organ Senses,' has been damaged. The part responsible for my sympathy has been reduced."

"...That's ridiculous!" As the foxian curls his fingers into the shape of a claw and powerfully slams it down, a three-pronged spike pierces through his palm. He shrieks in pain.

"I originally wanted to let you undergo interrogation in the Shackling Prison with your body intact, but you have shattered my sympathy."

"Just drop your act! Have you forgotten that I'm tied to you through your chain?" The wounded beast caught in the trap starts struggling. The foxian pulls the chain and drags the white-robed judge into his arms. Every inch of his massive muscles contracts like coiled ropes in response to his anger. The unsettling sound of bones sliding out of their sockets and becoming misaligned pops loudly in the air.

"Just like how you put it, body of flesh and blood holds unfathomable potential... But it has a crucial setback. It feels pain."

The white-robed judge's voice hums as the man's agonizing screams resonate in the night sky.

She props her shattered right arm up. Her broken iron bone protrudes out like the sharp tip of a spear, stabbing into the foxian's jaw that already appears like a wolf's. The twisted fugitive scrambles in all directions but fails to break free from the judge's relentless pursuit. He rolls around on the ground in excruciating pain, finally losing consciousness and going limp like a puddle of goo.

"You say I am a tool that sheds no blood and cries no tears?" The judge, now dressed in a bloodstained robe, slowly rises from the massive body of the criminal. "It's Abominations of Abundance like you... that have shattered my sympathy."

She tries her best to push her skull, spine, and patella back to the correct positions, then fastens to her waist the severed arm that cannot be re-attached no matter what.

What will her sister and Huohuo say about this time? A habit slumbering deep in her mind makes her want to heave a sigh, but her body no longer has that function.

米沙

角色详情
乖巧懂事的“白日梦酒店”门童，梦想成为一名和爷爷一样的银河冒险家。
工作十分努力，尤其擅长修理各类机械，热衷于酒店住客分享的星际见闻。
希望自己快快长大，期待着早日有一天踏上探索群星的旅程。  

Character Details

A lovable and thoughtful bellboy at The Reverie Hotel. He wishes to become an intergalactic adventurer like his grandfather.
He is extremely hardworking and is skilled at fixing a variety of machines. He also has a fondness for listening to the interstellar rumors the guests share with him.
He hopes he can grow up faster and looks forward to embarking on his star-treading journey.

角色故事•一（解锁条件：角色等级20）
怀表走到早上六点，厨房煮牛奶和烤面包的香味一如往常飘进他狭小的卧室。

客人们就要来了，他慌慌张张地起床，站到门口。机油、皮革、烟草的味道扑面而来，他还没来得及张嘴，几个人高马大的身影便已踏进门槛。

“欢…欢迎光临……”

远道而来的冒险家们并没有在意在门口迎接的小不点，他们正忙着大声吹嘘过去一段时间的奇遇。那些故事不知为何总是牵引着他的心，令他频频回头倾听。

“一道巨大的光束从天而降，射穿了一颗郁郁葱葱的星球…我当时就在附近，飞船被气浪拍飞了。我冒死才拍到几张照片……”
“你这算什么，我的经历才真吓人。在星际旅行的时候，我掉进一片深不见底的忆域，里面全是我这辈子都没见过的怪物，甚至还有幽灵一样的人……”
“这些都——弱爆了！你们看过铺天盖地的虫群吗，我可是从里面活着回来的，那一次，整个星球都覆灭了……”

他羡慕听着这些或真或假的吹嘘，终于鼓足勇气开口——
“那个…请问，如果想在银河中冒险，有什么需要学习的吗？”
卡座上的话语停止了，几个人不约而同看向他。
“怎么，小不点，你也想去往银河冒险？”
“嗯…我想做一名走遍银河的冒险家，就…就像爷爷一样。”
“志气还挺大哈哈哈！”
“小不点，做我们这行可不轻松，你要会用武器，会自己修东西，会识别方向，要学的多了去了！”
“我知道…爷爷也总是抱怨容易偏航和抛锚，也许我可以学会怎么去解决这些问题……”
“你们这些家伙，总是喜欢吓唬小孩子。”
为首的老人清了清嗓子，看向米沙。
“所有的东西都可以慢慢学习。只是你得考虑清楚，你确实有这个梦想吗？愿意为它坚持多久？孩子，那才是最重要的问题。”  

Character Story: Part I

• Unlocked at Character Level 20

As the pocket watch struck six o'clock in the morning, the familiar aroma of milk and toast wafted into his narrow bedroom from the kitchen.

With the impending arrival of guests, he hurriedly rose from bed and positioned himself at the doorway. The scent of motor oil, leather, and tobacco greeted him as several tall figures entered the threshold.

"W—Welcome..."

The adventurers, who had journeyed from distant planets, paid little attention to the small figure welcoming them at the door, engrossed in their animated tales of peculiar encounters. These stories never failed to stir Misha's emotions, attracting his attention.

"Have you seen a massive beam coming down from the sky and burn through a lush planet?... I was actually right there, and our ship got blasted away by the insane gust of wind... I risked my life to snap some photos..."
"Hah, let me tell you, that's nothing compared to the crazy stuff I've experienced. Once, I ventured into this abyss in the Memory Zone. It was like a total nightmare, with all these unimaginable monsters and even ghosts lurking around..."
"You think that's scary? Try witnessing the Swarm that completely blots out the entire sky! I barely made it out alive from that hellish encounter. And guess what? The whole dang planet got wiped out..."

Enviously listening to these tales, whether genuine or fabricated, Misha mustered the courage to speak up.
"Um... Excuse me, but if I want to venture into the galaxy, what should I learn?"
The conversation came to a halt, and several explorers turned their gaze towards him.
"What did you say, kiddo? You want to explore the galaxy?"
"Yeah... I wish I could become an adventurer... Just like my grandpa."
"That's quite an ambition! Hahaha!"
"Hey, kiddo, this line of work is no joke. You'll need to learn how to handle weapons, fix things on the fly, and navigate through all sorts of obstacles. It requires a wealth of knowledge!"
"I understand... Grandpa's always complaining about getting lost and machines breaking down. Maybe I can start by addressing those issues..."
"Hey, just stop scaring that little one."
The elderly man at the forefront cleared his throat and turned his attention to Misha.
"You can learn everything you need, but you really need to think if this is truly what you desire. Are you truly eager to achieve it? And how long are you willing to stick with it? Those are the most crucial questions, little one."

角色故事•二（解锁条件：角色等级40）
怀表走到下午两点，打扫与迎客工作交接给同事后，他换上工作服开始检修机械。

大叔瓦尔德在前面走着，不时停下敲击那些复杂的机械。他小跑着跟在瓦尔德身后，侧耳倾听机械运转中的杂音，准确地指出里面的问题。

今天的任务，是修好一堆破钟。生锈的，报废的，缺齿轮的，被砸坏的，在米沙眼中，它们就像迷失了方向的海员，急需有人带领它们走上正确的轨道。

“壁钟先生，请往西边走，诶，怀表夫人，请你不要停下！”
“闹钟先生，请吃饱饭再行动吧，那边三位手表小姐，请你们跟着怀表先生一块走吧！”
突然，所有坏掉的钟表开始走动。他拨动轮盘，调整指针，仿佛一位遨游于时间之海的船长。
“米沙船长，现在的方向对了！”
“我们终于走出了迷雾，航过大海就是终点！”
“继续航行吧，大海也无法阻挡我们的脚步！”
米沙眼中，那些钟表仿佛有了自己的生命和意志，在表达着向前进发的欣喜。

瓦尔德微笑着摸了摸他的头。
“看来我不用担心这的时间会变得错乱了，毕竟无论如何，还有你这位引航员哩。”  

Character Story: Part II

• Unlocked at Character Level 40

As the pocket watch struck two o'clock in the afternoon, signaling the end of his duties, he changed his overalls and started the task of overhauling the machinery.

Walder led the way, occasionally pausing to tap on intricate mechanisms. Misha followed closely behind, attuned to the noises emanating from the machinery and adeptly locating the issues.

Today's assignment involved repairing a multitude of broken clocks, rusty, discarded, missing gears, or shattered. To Misha, they appeared as lost sailors desperately in need of guidance.

"Please head west, Mr. Wall Clock... And hey, Mrs. Pocket Watch! Please don't stop there!"
"Mr. Alarm Clock, please have a meal before resuming, and you three ladies over there, please follow Mr. Pocket Watch!"
At that moment, all the malfunctioning clocks sprang to life. Misha turned the wheels and adjusted the hands, as if he were a captain navigating the sea of time.
"Captain Misha, we're back on track!"
"The fog has lifted! We're about to reach our destination."
"Let's keep sailing! The sea won't hinder us!"
In Misha's eyes, the clocks seemed to possess lives of their own, expressing their delight in moving forward.

Walder smiled and patted his head.
"Looks like I won't have to worry about time here. After all, you are the captain of these clocks."

角色故事•三（解锁条件：角色等级60）
怀表走到傍晚七点，他早早吃完晚饭，躺在了橱柜改造的小床上。
他望着眼前闭塞的黑暗，听着怀表永恒不变的嘀嗒声音，这是他最幸福的剧场时光——没有工作，没有现实，只有最自由的幻想。

穿越迷雾之后，他幻想的故事已到了最精彩的海战环节。他伸出双手，把被海浪打翻的伙伴拉回来，他又在画面上划了一道横线，好像那样就可以把大海里的怪物干掉……

“船长，船长，快起来，天晴啦！”
他揉了揉眼睛，不可置信地看着面前的景象：
一只金色的怀表长出了手脚，穿上了制服，戴着红色的领结，正招呼着他过来。
一面银色的镜子映出他的样子，一边摆弄自己的长裙，一边用望远镜观察远处的景象。
昨夜的风暴消失无踪，凉爽的海风吹拂着他的制服，远处已然是新大陆的轮廓。

“看啊，船长，海岸已经不远了！”
钟表小人与镜子小姐拉起他的手，轻轻地一跃。他还没有反应过来，三个人便一起跳上了云端。望着脚下无垠的大海与新月般的大陆，钟表小人和镜子小姐欢呼雀跃，拉着他跳起了踢踏舞。他握紧了伙伴的手，心中又惊又喜。

“你们…你们是我的伙伴吗？”
“是啊，我们一路经历了那么的困难，迷失过好多次方向，终于到新大陆啦！”
……

天亮的时候，他从梦中醒来，一滴眼泪从他眼角滑落。
他看了看自己的卧室，原来是怀表压在了胸口，镜子从墙上掉了下来。
他擦掉泪水，觉得好像什么都没有失去，但又好像什么都失去了。  

Character Story: Part III

• Unlocked at Character Level 60

As the pocket watch struck seven o'clock in the evening, Misha finished his supper and settled onto the cot that had been modified from a cupboard.
Gazing into the darkness surrounding him, he listened to the ceaseless ticking of the pocket watch — the most blissful hours of his day. No work, no reality, only unrestricted flights of fantasy.

After traveling through the fog, his fantasy story reached the most exciting part of the sea battle. He extended his hands, pulling back his companions who had been knocked over by the waves, and he drew another line across the canvas as if vanquishing a sea monster...

"Captain, Captain, wake up, it's clearing up!"
He rubbed his eyes and looked incredulously at the sight before him.
A golden pocket watch, which had transformed into a figure with arms and legs, dressed in a uniform and a red bow tie, beckoned him over.
A silver mirror lady reflected him, adjusting her gown and peering through binoculars at the distant scene.
The storm from the previous night had disappeared without a trace. A refreshing sea breeze fluttered Misha's uniform, and in the distance, they could see the outline of the New World.

"Look, Captain, the coast is not far off!"
Taking Misha's hand, Mr. Pocket Watch and Miss Mirror gracefully leaped onto the clouds. Before he could react, the three of them were airborne, gazing at the boundless sea and the crescent-shaped continent below them. Mr. Pocket Watch and Miss Mirror cheered, pulling Misha into a joyful tap dance. He held his companions' hands tightly, his heart filled with amazement and joy.

"Are... Are you my companions?"
"Yeah, we've faced countless challenges and gotten lost many times along the way, but we've finally found the New World!"
...

At dawn, Misha woke up from his dream, a tear rolled down from the corner of his eye.
Looking around his bedroom, he noticed the pocket watch pressed against his chest, and the mirror had fallen off the wall.
Wiping away the tears, Misha felt as if he had lost nothing, yet he had lost everything.

角色故事•四（解锁条件：角色等级80）
怀表再次走到早上六点，厨房煮牛奶和烤面包的香味一如往常飘进了他狭小的卧室。

他已彻底融入这里的生活，将自己的梦想深埋于心。他不再那么容易对客人的故事感到激动，也不再期待爷爷能够马上回来。

“也许大人都是那个样子，说话不算数，也不愿意认真听小孩子讲话。”
他接过客人的箱包，客人们目不斜视地走掉，只剩下他一个人在那里自言自语。

他回到钟表房，如同往常一样检查那些时钟。不同的时区有不同的时间，他怔怔地望着满墙的钟表，想象着那些世界发生的故事。想着想着，他摊开画纸，继续画下自己与想象中的伙伴经历的故事。

那已经是故事的结尾了。

“伙伴们，再见！我会留在新大陆，等它建设完成之后，再与你们一起前往新的世界！”
“米沙船长，再见！我们有缘再会！”
其他的伙伴走了，而蹦蹦跳跳的钟表小人与温柔的镜子小姐都留了下来。他曾经带领着这些伙伴穿越迷雾，航过大海。每一次危险关头，他调整罗盘，将队伍带向正确的方向。现在，那个叫米沙的孩子将在新的大陆建设新的国度，直到再次踏上旅途的机会来临。

“如果要接着画的话，第二部就暂定为新大陆历险记吧。”
他画完最后一笔的时候，听见了某种熟悉的声音与颤动，仿佛有一个庞然大物从宇宙深处而来，停在了酒店门外。

他扔下画笔，打开门，跑了出去——

“您好，欢迎光……”

在晨光下闪闪发亮的星穹列车，疲惫地，骄傲地，悄然停在了那
——就像“梦”中的一样。  

Character Story: Part IV

• Unlocked at Character Level 80

As the pocket watch struck six o'clock again in the morning, the familiar aroma of milk and toast wafted into his narrow bedroom from the kitchen as usual.

He had settled into this life, burying his dreams deep within his heart. He was no longer easily captivated by the stories of the guests, nor did he hold onto the hope of his grandfather's immediate return.

"Maybe that's how adults are. They don't keep their promises, and they don't really want to listen to children."
He took the guests' suitcases and bags. The guests walked away without a second glance, leaving him alone and muttering to himself.

He went back to his room of clocks and checked the various clocks displaying different times from different time zones as usual. He stared blankly at the wall full of clocks, imagining the stories and worlds that existed within them. Lost in thoughts of these fantastical realms, he unfolded a drawing paper and began sketching the adventures he experienced with his imaginary companions.

That was the end of the story.

"Farewell, my companions! I'll stay in the New World, and once it's fully built, I'll continue traveling with you to other new worlds!"
"Farewell, Captain Misha! May our paths cross again!"
All his companions left except his ever-excited first mate, Mr. Pocket Watch, and the gentle Miss Mirror. They had navigated through the mists and across the sea together. In crucial moments, Misha had steered their ship in the right direction. Now, the child named Misha would embark to build a new kingdom on a new continent until the opportunity arose for another journey.

"If I'm to draw something else, my next creation will be about the adventures in the new world."
As he finished the last stroke, he sensed some kind of familiar sound paired with vibrations, as if a colossal being had emerged from the depths of the universe and landed outside the hotel gate.

He dropped his brushes, opened the door, and ran out...

"Welcome to..."

The Astral Express, glistening in the morning light, tiredly, proudly waited there, parked and quiet.
...Just like in the dream.

流萤

角色详情
星核猎手成员，身着机械装甲“萨姆”战斗。忠于任务，性格坚强。
作为战胜虫群的兵器而诞生，其生长速度异于常人，但生命非常短暂。
为了找寻“生”的机会而加入星核猎手，找寻违抗命运的方式。  

Character Details

A member of the Stellaron Hunters, clad in a set of mechanized armor known as "SAM." Her character is marked by unwavering loyalty and steely resolve.
Engineered as a weapon against the Swarm, she experiences accelerated growth, but a tragically shortened lifespan.
She joined the Stellaron Hunters in a quest for a chance at "life," seeking to defy her fated demise.

角色故事•一（解锁条件：角色等级20）
透明的培养仓中，她浸没在冰冷的人工羊水里，包覆于洁白的卵中。
容器摇晃，她漂浮着，凭借本能摸索到冰冷柔软的边缘。她紧紧贴着仓壁，蜷缩在角落，仿佛那样能使身体感受到更多温暖。

她听见巨物坠落，金属碰撞，急匆匆的脚步声不时响起，培养仓开始摇晃…
“战士们，该醒了……”
“为了，女皇陛下……”
一双机械手将她抱起，刺眼的光撕裂了世界。她忘记了哭泣。
“为自己的诞生感到荣耀……”
“为了，女皇陛下……”
她睁开眼，却看不见说话的人。
她起身，穿过厚厚的帷幕，朝着宫殿深处前进。
“接受你们的荣耀，你们的命运……”
“为了，女皇陛下……”
整齐的脚步声回荡在空旷的宫殿中。

她路过荒寂的巨大花园，途径庞大的虫类尸骸，穿过一个又一个孵育装置…最后，她走进了辉煌的议事厅，一个面目模糊的女人坐在王座上，疲惫地垂着手。

“别抬头。”
有人走到她身边，轻轻地说。那人身上有一个号牌，AR-26702——那是什么？
她看向自己，AR-26710。
“过来…我的孩子……”
一个幽远的声音自她脑海深处传来，一股莫名的狂热淹没了她的心绪。
她走到女皇跟前，跪下亲吻女皇的指尖。

女皇的手冷得如同坚冰，让她在狂热之中短暂感到一丝茫然。
“尽情燃烧吧，为了格拉默的未来……”
“为了，女皇陛下……”  

Character Story: Part I

• Unlocked at Character Level 20

Within the transparent incubation pod, she lay submerged in frigid artificial amniotic fluid, enclosed in a pristine white egg.
As the container trembled, she floated, and instinctively reached the cold and soft edges. She presses against the pod's walls tightly, curled up in a corner, as if that would make her body feel warmer.

She heard something heavy fall and the clamor of metal clashing. Intermittent haste-filled footsteps resounded, and the incubator started to shake...
"Warriors, it is time to awaken..."
"For Her Majesty..."
A pair of mechanical hands scooped her up as blinding light rent the world asunder. She forgot to weep.
"Feel glory in your birth..."
"For Her Majesty..."
She opened her eyes, yet failed to find the speaker.
She rose up and advanced through heavy curtains, venturing deeper into the palace.
"Accept your honor, and your destiny..."
"For Her Majesty..."
The cadence of footsteps in unison reverberated through the desolate palace.

She traversed the unattended vast garden, navigating through colossal insectoid carcasses and numerous incubators... until finally, she arrived at the resplendent council chamber, where a woman with a blurry face was seated upon the throne, her hands hanging wearily.

"Don't look up."
Someone approached her, whispering softly. The person bore an identification tag, AR-26702. What does that signify?
She glanced at herself, AR-26710.
"Come closer... my child..."
A distant voice emanated from the depths of her mind, casting an inexplicable frenzy upon her consciousness.
She obediently approached the Empress and knelt down, kissing her fingertips.

The Empress's touch felt as icy and unyielding as solid ice, momentarily stirring a flicker of perplexity amidst her frenzy.
"Ignite yourself to the last moment, for the future of Glamoth..."
"For Your Majesty..."

角色故事•二（解锁条件：角色等级40）
不知不觉，她已习惯了战场。
她看着同胞们在眼前倒下，自己仍毅然向前。她知道终有一天她也会倒在那里，而后来者将前仆后继地跨过自己的身躯。
所以休憩时光总是那么珍贵，她抬起头，看着银海高悬头顶，星光倾泻而下。

星空下的一切都很安静。即使面临失熵的威胁，她也想卸下战甲，一睹世界的究竟。
记忆中的声音逐渐浮现。
“只是透过镜片望去，就觉得整个世界都不同了。”
——她的编号是AR-214，她戴着“眼镜”。
“格拉默军规第8条，存活的骑士应当主动归队。”
——她是AR-1368，性格很认真。她的战甲上有红色的绶带。
“下一片战场，希望能看见星星。”
——AR-53935，他是和自己不同的“另一种型号”。
“各位，欢迎归队！”
——AR-4077，虽然自己和他素未谋面，但知道他从来不上战场，只待在后方。

茫茫虫群自星空深处飞起，如往常一样，刺耳的警报打断了短暂的休憩时光。
她启动装甲，进入作战状态，只是这一次，一切来得格外猛烈。
“这不是普通的袭击，是虫潮…虫潮！”
通讯中的声音微微颤抖，越来越多的铁骑升上天空，却如渺然的星火，匆匆爆发便被黑暗吞没。
“守住防线，继续突围！”

无数的铁骑在她眼前倒下。
他们中有此前同自己搭话的人吗？她第一次意识到这个问题。
——原来…每个人是不一样的？

虫群终于裂出一道缝隙，而在那缝隙的尽头，母虫正缓步踏出。
她如同一道流光穿梭在密密麻麻的虫群之中，和其他铁骑一同冲向巨型银蛰虫的口器。在被母虫吞噬的最后一刻，她闭上眼睛，引爆了足以毁灭一颗行星的火弹——

足以致盲的光芒以母虫为中心爆发，那一刻万籁俱寂。
她如同脱线的风筝，被巨大的冲击力弹开。向着大地坠落时，一些令她难以忘怀的记忆在眼前闪过——

火萤飞舞的水面旁，她离开装甲，感受夜晚的清风和丝丝凉意。
她看着火萤停驻在她的手背，翕动着翅膀。
“…它们虽然是渺小的生命，却比星星更耀眼。”

黑暗吞没了她。
虫群的残肢和破损的战甲化为尘埃，落在群星之上，纷纷扬扬如同宇宙下了一场无声的雪。  

Character Story: Part II

• Unlocked at Character Level 40

As time passed, she had grown accustomed to the battlefield.
She witnessed her comrades fall before her eyes, yet she remained resolute, pressing forward. She knew that one day, she too, would meet her end on the battlefield, paving the way for those who would follow unblinkingly.
Thus, moments of rest held immense value for her. She lifted her gaze toward the sea of stars hanging high above, its radiance cascading down upon her.

Tranquility pervaded everything under the starry sky. Despite the looming threat of entropy loss, she yearned to shed her battle armor and catch a glimpse of the world's true nature.
The voices from memory gradually resurface.
"Just looking through the lens makes the whole world feel different."
— Her designation is AR-214, and she wears "glasses."
"Glamoth Military Regulation Article 8: Surviving knights should actively return to base."
— She is AR-1368, a very austere character. There is a red ribbon on her armor.
"I hope to see the stars on the next battlefield."
— AR-53935, he is a "different type."
"Welcome back, everyone!"
— AR-4077, though she has never met him, she knew he never goes to the battlefield, always staying in the rear.

From the depths of the starry expanse, the immense insects ascended. Its abrupt invasion interrupted their brief respite.
Reactivating her armor, she was ready to charge into the fray. However, the offense exhibited unprecedented ferocity.
"No, this is not an ordinary attack! It's the Swarm... the Swarm!"
The voices in her comms trembled as more and more of the Iron Cavalry soared to the sky like sparkling fire, only to be swallowed by the encroaching darkness as soon as they ignited.
"Hold the line! Push forward!"

In her line of sight, countless numbers of the Iron Cavalry fell.
Are there any of them that have spoken to her? It was a realization that struck her for the first time.
So... each person is unique?

Finally, an opening was created within the Swarm, and from it emerged the Swarm Mother, advancing slowly.
Like a streak of light, she skillfully navigated through the dense swarm, racing alongside her fellow Iron Cavalry comrades toward the mouthpiece of the towering Silver Sting. Just as the Swarm Mother was about to devour her, she closed her eyes, detonating a bomb with enough firepower to obliterate an entire planet.

A blinding light erupted, engulfing the Swarm Mother, plunging everything into silence.
Like a kite severed from its string, she was propelled by the tremendous impact, descending toward the ground. Fleeting memories that she would never forget flickered before her eyes...

Beside the lake where fyreflies danced, she shed her armor, relishing the refreshing breeze and coolness of the night.
She observed fyreflies alighted on the back of her hand, their wings gracefully fluttering.
"...Despite their tiny size, they shine brighter than the stars at night."

Darkness enveloped her.
The remnants of the Swarm and her shattered armor disintegrated, dissipating like silent snowfall across the universe.

角色故事•三（解锁条件：角色等级60）

从昏迷中醒来后，她已置身于一片陌生的星系。

银河间发光的浮游生物被她吸引，围绕着她翩跹飞舞。
她目送它们飞向远方，却不知自己的终点在哪里。
“为什么死去？”
“为什么活着？”
梦对她仍旧是太过遥远的事，她空望着无际的黑暗，还是无法找到答案。

……
“就这样，格拉默共和国覆灭了，只留下铁骑兵团的传闻。”
装甲被某种东西捕获了，她警惕起来。
“为了控制共和国最强大的兵器，每一位铁骑都是基因编译婴儿。他们携带有一项天生的缺陷，会在生命的某个时刻快速老化、消亡……”
脚步声越来越近，女人的声音也越来越清晰。
“命中注定的结局…和我们很像，不是么？”
飞船的门打开了。
火焰在她身上起舞，熔火骑士的装甲将要成型。
“你是谁？”
面前的女人微笑着，仿佛她们是久别重逢的故人。
“你相信命运么？同向而行的人终会在某个地方相聚，现在…我们见面了。”  

Character Story: Part III

• Unlocked at Character Level 60

When she regained consciousness from her coma, she found herself in an unfamiliar galaxy.

Luminescent cosmic plankton were drawn to her, swirling and dancing around her.
She watched as they dispersed into the distance, unaware of where her journey would lead.
"For what do we die?"
"For what do we live?"
The concept of a "dream" remained elusive as she stared into the boundless darkness, grappling with the search for answers.

...
"And thus, the Republic of Glamoth met its downfall, leaving behind mere rumors about the Iron Cavalries."
She became alert as she realized that something had taken possession of her armor.
"All Iron Cavalries were genetically engineered babies to ensure control over the Republic's most powerful weapon. They each carried a predetermined genetic defect that would accelerate their aging at a certain spot of their life, leading to their premature death..."
As the footsteps drew nearer, the woman's voice grew clearer.
"A predetermined fate... much like ours, wouldn't you agree?"
The door of the cabin opened.
Flames enveloped her body as her Molten Knight armor materialized.
"Who are you?"
The woman before her smiled, as if they were old friends reuniting after a long time.
"Do you believe in fate? Those who walk in the same direction will eventually find their peers, and now... here we meet."

角色故事•四（解锁条件：角色等级80）
又一个寂静的夜晚。她如往常那样静静地坐在高处，看着灯火点亮又熄灭，一艘艘航船进出空港，直到黎明来临。

银狼打着哈欠，走到她身边。
“睡不着吗？”她挪了挪位置。
“做了个怪梦，梦见朋克洛德被电子恶魔入侵了，我一边跑一边用泡泡糖把病毒黏住，然后就醒了。”
“梦啊……”
“要出发去匹诺康尼了吗？”
“嗯。也许属于我的梦…就在那里。”
“但一个无法做梦的人要进入联觉梦境，付出的可是堪比‘死亡’的代价。”
“我知道，我的意识将在忆质的重压下被粉碎，然后再以特殊的方法重组，如此才能抵达梦的国度…那死亡并不可怕，我早已习惯了。”
“…唉，行吧，祝你好运。记得替我向星穹列车问好。”
……

她来到阿斯德纳星系的边缘。忆海翻涌着巨浪，她犹如一粒火星，随时都可能在狂风中熄灭。
她跳起，跃入忆域。
重压从四面八方袭来，她的视线逐渐模糊，身体不受控制地坠向忆域深处。
那些藏在浓厚忆质中的情绪仿佛变作了幻影，在她耳边盘旋着，呼唤着。
——“尽情燃烧吧，为了格拉默的未来……”
——“为了，女皇陛下……”
——“它们虽然是渺小的生命，但在夜晚，它们比星星更耀眼……”
——“为什么死去？”
——“为什么活着？”
……
不知过了多久，汹涌的忆质平静了下来。
她睁开眼，匹诺康尼犹如一颗珍珠，散发着迷蒙的光芒，而眼泪正顺着脸庞滴落——
“这就是…梦？”  

Character Story: Part IV

• Unlocked at Character Level 80

Another tranquil night unfolded. As she often did, she sat in silence on higher ground, observing the flickering lights. Countless ships gracefully entered and departed the harbor until the break of dawn.

Silver Wolf yawned and walked to her.
"Can't sleep?" She moved away to make some room.
"Yeah, I had a weird dream about Punklorde being invaded by cyberdemons. So I kept running around, sticking those viruses with my bubblegum, and then I woke up."
"A dream..."
"Leaving for Penacony?"
"Yes. Perhaps there... I'll find my own dream."
"But for someone who can't dream at all, the pain caused by entering the Synesthesia Dreamscape is more terrible than death."
"Yeah, I know. My consciousness will be crushed by the weight of memoria and then get reconstructed in a peculiar manner. This is the only way for me to enter the land of dreams... However, death doesn't frighten me, as I've grown used to it."
"...Hmm, fine. Wish you best of luck. And don't forget to say hello to the Express Crew for me."
...

She arrived at the periphery of Asdana. The ocean of memoria churned with colossal waves, threatening to eradicate her like a fleeting spark ready to go out anytime in the tempest.
With a swift leap, she plunged into the Memory Zone.
The immense pressure closed in from all sides, causing her vision to blur, and she uncontrollably descended into the depths of the Memory Zone.
Emotions concealed within the dense memoria became ethereal specters, haunting and whispering in her ears.
..."Ignite yourself to the last moment, for the future of Glamoth..."
..."For Her Majesty..."
..."Though they are but specks, they shine brighter than the stars at night..."
..."For what do we die?"
..."For what do we live?"
...
After an indeterminate period of time, the raging memoria subsided.
Opening her eyes, she saw Penacony in front of her eyes, glowing like a radiant pearl and glistening with a misty aura, while tears streamed down her cheeks...
"Is this... a dream?".

云璃
角色详情
仙舟“朱明”的猎剑士，备受“烛渊将军”怀炎宠爱的孙女，性格直率。
从小跟随怀炎学习剑艺与锻艺，乃“焰轮八叶”中次年幼的天才剑士。
对朱明流出的魔剑深恶痛绝，立誓要“搜猎魔剑，尽数断绝”。  

Character Details

A sword hunter from the Xianzhou Zhuming and "the Flaming Heart" General Huaiyan's darling granddaughter. Frank and straightforward.
She has learned swordplay and forging from Huaiyan since young, and thus is the second-youngest prodigy swordmaster of the Flamewheel Octet.
Fueled by an intense loathing for the cursed swords that emerged from the Zhuming, she vowed to "hunt down and wipe out all cursed swords."

角色故事•一（解锁条件：角色等级20）
在工炼房里旁观父亲炼剑时，剑炉喷薄的燥热会让她肚子饿得出奇得快，往往一两个时辰后就不见了身影——她要偷跑一趟集市，填饱肚子后才能好好观瞻学习。

“这家肉龙肠出食总比别家快，师傅串肠的手法干净利索，竹签一下串进肠心，不歪也不斜。如果他去练剑，剑风一定爽利。”这么想着，她排在了队伍末端。

胡麻饭团的铺子以往总是老板娘当厨，今天却是她的丈夫。他小臂的肱肌要比膀子肉更紧实，看着像是练过刀，因而抓起饭来也颇有大破大立之感——饭团一个顶平时三个大。她立马凑近：“两份，多抓点饭。”

青衣小哥卖的炸糖藕发挥总不稳定，但今天做得尚好，甜而不腻，外酥里脆。她吃完一个，没走远，站着又看了会儿。小哥今天边糊着糖汁，边有规律地转着手腕…居然是练剑的动作，他是几时学会的？“嗯…看来厨艺中亦有剑术……”

等她吃饱回到家，已是黄昏。院子里戴着铁盔的男人从父亲手上接过一把崭新的剑。
“多谢含光大师，鄙人定将…除恶务尽。”落晖渲染着那人汹涌的坚毅，却也添了份薄暮的无望。

残阳却未落入云璃眼中，她只注意到铁盔男人明明魁梧有力，腰胯壮健，这把剑却剑体轻薄，剑尖从坡度明显大于普通利剑，这样的构造更利于应对不同方向的敌人…但那男人接过剑后，第一件事却是检查剑缰的韧力……

“他是冲锋的骑兵，对吗？这么轻的剑却还寄望于剑缰使剑不离手，一看就像会临阵脱逃的样子…而且骑术还不错。他配不上你的剑。”

含光讶然地看着云璃。
“吃那么多东西，不就是为了练眼力嘛。”  

Character Story: Part I

• Unlocked at Character Level 20

Watching her father refine swords in the workshop would always stimulate her hunger — more so than usual — probably because of the intense heat emitted by the furnace. As a result, she typically disappears within a few hours, sneaking off to the market to fill her belly, apparently so that she would be in a better frame of mind to observe and learn from her father.

"This shop serves up meat sausages faster than their competitors. The chef easily skewers the sausages with mastery, piercing right through their centers with perfect symmetry. Hmm, if he were to learn swordsmanship, he would probably adopt a brisk style of fighting." She thought to herself as she joined the back of the queue.

The sesame rice balls at this shop were usually prepared by the proprietress, but her husband took over the job today. His forearm was a lot more toned than his upper arm, possibly from regular blade training. Because of that, the way he squashed the rice together had a hint of almost destructive force in it — But each rice ball ended up three times larger than their usual. On noticing this, she eagerly walked over to place her order: "Two rice balls. More rice please~!"

The fried sweet lotus root sold by the guy in green was never consistent in quality. But the one that was sold today turned out to be quite decent: Sweet but not cloying, and crispy on the outside while still retaining its crunchy bite. She had walked a short distance away by the time she finished the one she bought, that was when she stopped to observe the guy. He seemed to be rotating his wrist in a rhythmic fashion while coating the snack in syrup... He actually knew a move used in swordplay! When did he pick that up, though? "Hmm... Looks like the swordsmanship can be applied in cooking too..."

It was already sunset by the time she had her fill and returned home. In the courtyard, her father handed over a brand-new sword to another man in an iron helmet.
"Thank you, Master Hanguang. With this blade... I shall eradicate all evil." That man's raging determination shone bright in the afterglow of the sunset, yet was colored with the hopelessness of twilight.

However, Yunli did not notice the setting sun. Instead, her focus was held by the man in the iron helmet. Before her was clearly a burly and robust man, yet he was given such a lightweight sword. The sword's tip was also broader than that of an average sword's. Such a design would be advantageous when fighting enemies from all sides. But strangely, after accepting the blade, the first thing that man did was to assess the tensile strength of the sword's tassel...

"That man's an assault cavalry, right? Hmph, the sword's already so light, and he's still hoping to grab onto the tassel to keep his sword from flying...? He seems to possess decent horsemanship, but he also looks like someone who would flee on the eve of a battle. He isn't worthy of your sword."

Hanguang stared at Yunli in surprise.
"All that snacking is just for acuity training!"

角色故事•二（解锁条件：角色等级40）
她循着声音来到工炼房角落，父亲不在，地上只有一把硕大的混铁剑骸，云璃拾了起来，那剑骸比她人还高。她好奇地抚摸着，模仿含光的样子，假装对它进行加工。

但这把大剑并未铸成——含光熔炼岁阳魔剑，招致焰轮铸炼宫的悲剧。云璃被及时赶来的怀炎救下，逃过一劫。她成为了怀炎的弟子，那剑胚也被她一同带离。

“云璃，原料若超出规范，剑也易折。”同窗的学徒忍不住提醒她，还有他的佩剑——正在娇俏地指责她的手法。
“你也太矜贵了，多刮刮树皮吧。”
同窗露出疑惑又尴尬的神情，云璃抬眼瞧了瞧同窗怀里噤声的剑，“不好意思，不是说你…是你。”

“我名芒光。剑头利如芒，恒持照眼光。”
她知道那剑将被主人藏于宝库，翳其剑光。
“我叫小茉莉，我喜欢剑柄上刻的那朵茉莉花。”
她知道小茉莉虽不满主人乱取名字，却为自己被珍视而感到欣喜。

人言莫辨，剑声更为单纯。
让人失智癫狂的魔剑和地上遍布的腥臭血迹…依然映刻在她的记忆，或许也映于那剑胚的记忆中。但它依旧无言，从未向她谈起那段往事。

“你也看见了那些浸满嗜血杀意的剑影，对吧？
“现在想想，那些岁阳应该也使唤不了你，你闷得很，还又大又钝。”
剑胚忽然震颤，掀起一层乌黑的碳粉，落下却如令人凛然的星云。
“原来你是因为拒绝岁阳才被那人遗弃…连你这把未铸成的剑都懂的道理，父…他怎么就……
“不过，剑什么时候算是‘铸成’呢……”
她忍不住伸手抚摸它凹凸不平的剑锷，虽无剑脊，却满是凌厉。
“又不说话了？你还真是个铁疙瘩…不如，就叫你‘老铁’吧。”
“别担心，也许你在他人眼里只是把没有剑锋的胚体，但剑意不分利钝。”
“我挥出的，就是利剑。”
“走吧老铁，随我出去见见世面。”  

Character Story: Part II

• Unlocked at Character Level 40

She followed the sound to a corner of the workshop. Her father was nowhere to be found, and on the ground laid the frame of a large sword made from an iron alloy. Picking it up, Yunli realized that the sword frame even stood taller than her. Curiously running her fingers over it, she then imitated how Hanguang normally worked, pretending to refine the sword frame.

But this large sword never got forged: Hanguang smelt the heliobus cursed sword instead, bringing a tragedy upon the Flamewheel Forge. Yunli narrowly escaped the fat of the others, only because Huaiyan arrived in the nick of time to rescue her. She became a disciple of Huaiyan thereafter, not forgetting to take the cursed sword billet with her.

"Yunli, your sword's more likely to break if you use raw materials of non-standard composition." A fellow apprentice couldn't help but offer her some advice. His sword soon chimed in, though criticizing Yunli's smithing in a dainty manner.
"Why don't you go out there and scrape more bark instead, snob?"
The other students looked on with confusion and discomfort, prompting Yunli to look up at her fellow apprentice and the now silent sword. "Sorry, that wasn't directed at you. It was meant for your sword."

"My name's Radiance because of my sharp blade and glistening hilt."
But she knew the sword's fate: Its master would only chuck it into the vault, with its radiance forever concealed from the world.
"My name's Jasminette. I like the jasmine flower that is engraved upon my hilt."
She could tell Jasminette was annoyed at the frivolous name that its master chose, but it delighted at being cherished.

While human intentions are indecipherable from their words alone, the voices of swords are much simpler to understand.
Memories of the cursed sword that drove others to lose their sanity and the gruesome sight of blood all over the ground remain deeply etched in Yunli's mind... Perhaps also in that of the sword billet, though it had never once spoken or talked to her about the events that transpired on that fateful day.

"You've also witnessed those blades that permeate bloodlust and killing intent being swung, right?
"Now that I think about it, those heliobi will probably not be able to wield you either. You're big and blunt, and spiritless too."
The sword billet trembled suddenly, kicking up a layer of dark carbon dust that fell like an awe-inspiring nebula.
"So you were abandoned by that person because you rejected the heliobus... A theory that even an unfinished sword understands... Why didn't fath— he...
"But when can a sword be considered 'finished'..."
Unable to help herself, she reached out to run her fingers over the uneven edges of the blade. Despite the lack of a central ridge, the sword could still be considered sharp.
"Not talking again? What a stubborn lump of metal you are... In that case, I'll just call you 'Old Mettle'."
"Don't worry. To others, you might simply be a billet without a point, but that is immaterial to the intent of swordsmanship."
"A blade that I swing will always be considered sharp."
"Let's go, Old Mettle. Come with me to see the world."

角色故事•三（解锁条件：角色等级60）
“为何要夺他人宝剑？”
怀炎叹了口气。而得知这点小事又被报告给爷爷的云璃却不甚服气。
“刀剑虽无血肉，但它们汲取铸剑师的寄望，消纳剑士的心志。你可有想过，剑离人手，便会失心？”
“可人也千差万别。有用名剑彰显身份只为行方便的人，有继承家中好剑却欺凌弱小的人，有拿云骑兄长遗物之剑到处炫耀的人…我夺的是这些人的剑。”
怀炎望向云璃身后，被取名为‘老铁’的熔铁剑骸，剑锋尚未锻成，但利脊笔挺——就如眼前的女孩一般。
“反正我就是看不惯宝剑被人糟蹋。”
“那你将它赢来，以后就带它出去了？”
“唔…可是我有老铁了，这不是见异思迁嘛……”
“还有之前赢来的剑呢？又将它们束之高阁，蒙蔽其光？”
“当然不是！我没想好…比武？打赢我就送！”
“强求剑意，强赋新鸣，可不是它们最好的归属。”
见云璃懊恼茫然的神色，怀炎无奈地笑了声，也松懈了威严的伪装。
“你年纪尚小，倒也不用想这么严肃的问题……”

但她无法不想，过去的记忆仍在敲打着她。窗外，落日之后便又是沉沉黑夜。
那做出抉择的，究竟是剑，还是人？  

Character Story: Part III

• Unlocked at Character Level 60

"Why did you steal someone else's sword?"
Huaiyan sighed. As for Yunli, she resented the fact that something so minor had been reported to her grandfather once again.
"Although a sword is not made from flesh and blood, it still draws upon the hopes of its swordsmith and absorbs the ambition of its swordmaster. Did it never occur to you that a sword would lose its heart once it leaves the hands of its master?"
"But there are many types of people as well. There are those who make use of their famed swords to show off their status just for the sake of a little convenience, and others who rely on the great swords that they have inherited from their families to bully the weak. Some even go around flaunting the relic blades of their elder siblings, who are Cloud Knights... These are the people whose swords I've taken."
Huaiyan looked at the Blade of Forged Remnants behind Yunli that she had named Old Mettle. Even though the edge of the blade was still blunt and unfinished, it still stood tall and firm — just like the little girl before his eyes.
"I just can't stand for precious swords being wasted like that."
"Since you've won the sword, are you going to take it out with you next time?"
"Umm... But I already have Old Mettle. Wouldn't that be too fickle-minded of me..."
"Then what about the swords you've won previously? Are they being locked away, restricted from being able to showcase their brilliance?"
"Of course not! I haven't thought about it yet... What about sparring? I'll give them to anyone that beats me in a bout of sparring!"
"Forcing the sword's intent and bestowing them with a new purpose isn't the best future for them."
Seeing Yunli's frustration and hesitation, Huaiyan couldn't help but laugh, a crack showing in the stern front that he had put on.
"You're still young. There's no need for you to consider such a serious issue yet..."

However, she couldn't help but think about it as the memories of the past replayed in her mind. Outside, the sun was setting, bringing with it the darkness of the night.
So who actually makes the choice? The sword, or its wielder?

角色故事•四（解锁条件：角色等级80）
她将剑翻了个身，好让火舌尽数吞没剑体。熔兵剑炉里弥散着灼烧的热温，此时却透出一股腥涩的怨味。

云璃面无表情地看着窗外的夕阳。伴随着年龄渐长，以前的疑问也逐渐有了答案。

岁阳…汲取人类的情绪、吞噬人类的感情…然而刀剑是武器，向敌的剑尖铸满杀意。炼入岁阳的利剑持续吸摄着刀光剑影里的嗔怒、嗜杀、暴戾，反噬执剑者的心智，最终成为“魔剑”。

“你知道他挥剑时的心情吗？兴奋…骄傲…唯我独尊！他不过是个普通的云骑，永远的吊车尾！他几百年甚至永远也不可能实现的愿望，是我替他完成了！你凭什么——”
她又添了把火。魔剑之将死，其言也多，啰嗦。

“呵…你知道他曾丢下佩剑，上马临阵脱逃吗？人类如此怯弱！你以为自己在做什么有意义的事吗？只要人类还有一丝一毫的欲望，你就不可能猎尽……”
在那之后，她确实立誓要猎尽魔剑，也想偿付含光罪孽，但那人罪业固然难以罄尽，她也实在不屑与孽债同行。空气被热温烘得有些扭曲，云璃盛气凛凛的神情却无比清晰。
“虽然我看不惯好剑被烂人糟蹋，但我也不想看到好人被恶剑侵蚀。
“是宝剑是屠刀，不由你们这些只想嗜血的邪秽决定。
“坏人当罚，坏剑当熔。你嘛，乖乖回炉重造吧。”

炉火彻底吞噬了魔剑，铁水伴着火星一起沸腾，宛若熔炼时剑髓的新生——这是她给出的答案。
“何不将魔剑熔去？熔为新生的铁水灵液，既断于无心，便等待有心之人再铸剑锋。”
她合上炉窗，高温浓缩，无形热浪裹挟着她的遐思。
一切正在重生。  

Character Story: Part IV

• Unlocked at Character Level 80

She flipped the sword over to allow the flames to better engulf its body. A sense of bitter resentment rose up within her despite the searing temperature of the Molten Remains.

Yunli stared expressionlessly into the sunset outside the window. With age, she had gradually found answers for the questions she once had.

Heliobi... absorb human emotions and devour their feelings... The blade, a weapon that when pointed at enemies would be filled with killing intent. When used in battle, the sword infused with a heliobus would continuously absorb rage, bloodthirst, and violent tendencies, and would then eat away at the mind of its wielder until it eventually became a "cursed sword."

"Do you know what he felt as he swung his sword? Exhilaration... Pride... A sense of self-importance! He was just an ordinary Cloud Knight who was always at the bottom of the barrel! I realized the wish that he could never have had achieved ever! Just what right do you have—"
She added another kindling to the fire. Why did cursed swords have to be so long-winded even in the face of destruction?

"Heh... Do you know that he once abandoned his sword and escaped on his horse? Humans are such cowards! Do you really think that there's any meaning in what you're doing? As long as humans retain the slightest desire, your hunt will never come to an end..."
From that day onward, she vowed to hunt down all the cursed swords and make up for Hanguang's sins. However, he had committed too many sins to atone for, and she truly felt disdain at having to bear such a sinful burden. Despite distortions in the air due to the high temperature, Yunli's prideful expression could clearly be seen.
"Although I cannot bear to watch good swords wasted on trash, I also refuse to see a good person corrupted by an evil sword.
"Whether it turns out to be a treasured sword or a butcher's knife is not something for you bloodthirsty and evil filth to decide.
"A bad man should be punished, and an evil sword should be melted down. As for you, accept your fate of being reforged in the furnace."

As the flames of the furnace completely engulfed the cursed sword, the molten iron bubbled alongside sparks from the fire, resembling the core of a new sword forming during forging — this was her answer.
"Why not just melt the cursed sword and turn it into beautiful molten iron? Since the sword met its end due to a lack of care, then it can wait for a worthy one to reforge its brilliance."
The temperature rose further as she shut the furnace door, waves of heat enveloping her thoughts.
Everything would undergo rebirth soon.

万敌

角色详情
那沉入迷雾的悬锋，纷乱与战争之城！它的王室流着弑亲的血脉，它的神明以灾厄为名。
不死的迈德漠斯，离群的狮子，逐猎“纷争”火种的黄金裔。你要忍受万死，浴血还乡，孤身背负疯狂的宿命——弑王成王，弑神登神。征战的铁蹄踏遍荒野，终归要沾上故乡的血。  

Character Details

Kremnos, the mist-shrouded city of chaos and war! Its royal lineage is tainted with patricide, and its god bears the name of calamity.
The undying Mydeimos, the lion apart from the rest. Chrysos Heir who seeks the Coreflame of Strife, must suffer a thousand deaths, be bathed in blood on the path home, and bear the madness of fate alone.
— Kingslayer be king, godslayer be god. Iron-hooves pound across the wilderness for the campaign, and must eventually soak in the blood of their homeland.

角色故事•一（解锁条件：角色等级20）
“在沿海城邦古老的传说里，冥海曾诞育下堪比神明的生灵。据往来渔船所说，正有这样的‘海王’以幼童的相貌出没于波涛之中，面目凶恶，红颜青唇，以侵肌蚀骨的冥海之水沐浴，与凶恶残暴的冥海之兽肉搏，渴饮鲜血，生啖骨肉。

据说它每一次沉入海底，不消多时便会自冥海重生。在约莫九年的时间中，重塑己身不下一万次，最终撕裂巨妖，鲜血染红千里海面，却无有噬肉的海兽敢来接近。

传说那海王尾巴一甩，便可将众多鱼虾卷上沙滩。曾有落难的渔民向天求救，被海王率领水兵救起。传闻愈来愈超凡神妙，久而久之，甚至有渔民为海王绘制画像，贴在船上以求出海平安。

近来又有传言兴起，说那所谓海王其实是王储迈德漠斯的怨灵作祟，先王恐惧他背负的预言，在他出生后便将其掷入冥海，夭折的孩子死不瞑目，誓要猎尽冥海。但笔者认为这只不过是狡猾的悬锋人想为自己脸上贴金，理由有三：

第一，就算悬锋人素来有父子争斗、胜者为王的传统，但怎会一出生将贵为王储的人子扔下海中？
第二，就算悬锋王欧利庞年老昏聩，听信预言将子嗣扔进海中祭祀，一个幼儿怎么可能有堪比神明的力量与巨妖搏斗？
第三，就算有这样的幼儿存在，他也绝不可能是悬锋人。悬锋人一个比一个自私粗野，又怎会帮助遭逢海难的渔民？
诸位读者，接下来我将为你们揭晓真相：其实所谓的海王
——自然就是海洋的化身！”

——选段自歌尔巴尼帕尔图书馆藏
“威力海王传考据”

“强。”

——男人的字迹  

Character Story: Part I

• Unlocked at Character Level 20

"In the ancient legends of the coastal city-states, the Sea of Souls is said to have birthed beings as mighty as gods. Fishermen speak of a king of the seas who appears among the waves as a young child, with a fierce countenance and bluish lips, bathing in the bone-chilling waters of the Sea of Souls, wrestling with its savage beasts, thirsting for blood, and devouring flesh and bone.

It is said that each time they sink to the seabed, they soon resurrect from the Sea of Souls. Over approximately nine years, they reforged themselves no less than ten thousand times, ultimately tearing apart a giant monster, staining the sea red for miles, yet no flesh-eating sea creature dared approach.

Legends speak of how that the king of the seas could sweep countless fish and shrimp onto the shore with a flick of the tail. Once, shipwrecked fishermen praying for salvation were rescued by the king alongside his crew. As the tales grew more fantastical over time, fishermen started painting the king on their boats, in the hope it will grant them safe voyages.

Rumors have emerged claiming that this so-called king of the seas is the vengeful spirit of the crown prince Mydeimos. Terrified by the prophecy he carried, his father, the former king, cast him into the Sea of Souls at birth. His life cut short, the child died with his grievances unredressed, vowing to scour the Sea of Souls. However, the writer believes this is merely the cunning Kremnoans trying to glorify themselves, for three reasons:

First, though the Kremnoans traditionally engage in father-son struggles where the victor becomes king, why would they throw a newborn crown prince into the sea?
Second, even if King Eurypon of Kremnos, grown old and senile, believed the prophecy and sacrificed his heir to the sea, how could an infant possess the divine strength to battle giant monsters?
Third, even if such a child existed, he could hardly be Kremnoan. Why would a Kremnoan, known for their selfish and brutal nature as they are, assist fishermen struck by disaster?
Dear readers, I will now reveal the truth: the so-called king of the seas
— Naturally, he is the embodiment of the ocean itself!"

— Excerpt from "Inquiry into the Legend of the Mighty Sea King"
archived in the Gibranipar Library collection

"Strong."

— A man's handwriting

角色故事•二（解锁条件：角色等级40）
“那支孤军散发着浓烈的血腥，像一支染血的长枪。那名领军的战士即是枪尖，永远裹挟着深不见底的愤怒与仇恨刺向敌人。

自拉冬，经哀地里亚，再至厄涅俄努斯，他一次次自死亡回归，也为所经之处带来滔天的战火。那令世人侧目的厄涅俄努斯之战中，未尝一败的克吕提俄斯高举巨斧，万箭自他的身后齐发。然而烟尘散去，火自血中沐浴而出，战士的拳风如尖刺，撕开了克吕提俄斯的咽喉。

在那足以载入史诗的战役后，战士的真实身份越发扑朔迷离。那支军队明显带有悬锋的训练痕迹，但却从未悬挂悬锋的旗帜，无人知晓他们是游荡于战场的悬锋孤魂，还是失落家乡已久的迷途人。

往来的吟游诗人将那孤军行旅编成哀伤的歌，在翁法罗斯带着铁锈味的野风中，孤高的狮子带着成群的老弱残兵迁徙，寻找不存在的家园。

现实绝不会因残酷改变自己的面貌。那些忠心耿耿追随他的悬锋子民，即便曾是精锐，也没有他那神一般的不死之身。随着岁月流逝，连悬锋的神明已陷入疯狂，凡人又该往何处去？

那孤高的人是否会将子民的命运背于己身，是否为自己戴上王的枷锁？还是说，这只是他一厢情愿的徒劳……”

——选段自歌尔巴尼帕尔图书馆藏
“翁法罗斯战争史”

“赫菲斯辛、帕狄卡斯、莱昂、托勒密，朴塞塔…你们的名字，必不遗落于历史。”

——男人的字迹  

Character Story: Part II

• Unlocked at Character Level 40

"The lone army emits a strong scent of blood, like a blood-stained spear. The leading warrior, the speartip, is always enveloped in unfathomable rage and hatred, thrusting towards the enemy.

From Ladon, through Aidonia, to Aenionus, he returned from death time and again, leaving towering infernos of war in his wake. In the infamous Battle of Aenionus, the undefeated Klytius raised his massive axe as thousands of arrows darkened the sky behind him. Yet, when the smoke cleared and fire rose from the blood-soaked ground, the warrior's fist struck like a spear, tearing open Klytius's throat.

After that epic battle, the true identity of the warrior became yet more elusive. That army clearly bore the marks of Kremnoan training but had never flown Kremnos's flag. None know whether they are Kremnoan spirits wandering on the battlefield or lost souls who have long been away from their homeland.

Wandering bards turned the lone army's journey into mournful songs, while in the rust-flavored winds of Amphoreus, the lone lion led a group of old and weak soldiers as they wandered, searching for a nonexistent homeland.

Reality will never alter its face due to cruelty. The once-elite citizens of Kremnos who followed him were loyal but mortal, lacking his god-like immortality. As time wore on, and even the gods of Kremnos succumbed to madness, how could humanity hope to know whither they should go?

Will that proud, lonely man carry the weight of his people's fate alone? Will he bind himself to the chains of kingship? Or was it all just his wishful thinking..."

— Excerpt from "A History of the Wars of Amphoreus"
archived in the Gibranipar Library collection

"Hephaestion, Perdikkas, Leonnius, Ptolemy, Peucesta... your names will not be forgotten by history."

— A man's handwriting

角色故事•三（解锁条件：角色等级60）
“迈德漠斯啊！你这忘恩负义的背叛者，断绝悬锋精神的懦夫！

你弑杀先王，复仇成功，却不接过重振王朝的责任，你的荣誉之心难道在冥海时被鱼兽吞噬一空了么？
你混迹于逐火的队伍，被妖女的狂言诓骗，与出身低贱的士兵打成一片；你宁愿将希望寄托于虚无缥缈的神谕，也不愿相信你自己的双拳！
悬锋人渴望回到纷争的故乡，而你却要我们迁往宿敌的城邦，你难道贪恋奥赫玛的奢华么？还是你早已被黄金浴池的水雾弄得神魂颠倒？

迈德漠斯啊！你有高贵的不死之身，岂可由那奥赫玛的女人统领？你是逐猎的狮子，纷争的使者，你难道忘记了捕猎者与猎物的不同吗？

听说不久之前，你与那自称黄金裔的人从尼卡多利眷属手中救下异邦的平民，不惜在那不见天明的长夜里，任由身躯破碎，沐血而狂。
迈德漠斯啊！你的血不当为了那些无用的人而流，你当纠集军队，劫掠资源，如此，悬锋才能在末世中抢夺一丝生机！

那所谓逐火的路将你变得面目全非，吾王，回来吧！王不需要同等之人，不需要伙伴，不需要怀疑，不需要拯救——倘若你还残存最后一丝清醒，便向吾等发令吧！
让悬锋的荣耀凌驾于一切城邦之上！”

——选段自歌尔巴尼帕尔图书馆藏
“悬锋元老院决议合集”

“继续迁移。”

——男人的批示  

Character Story: Part III

• Unlocked at Character Level 60

"Mydeimos! You treacherous ingrate, you coward who has forsaken the spirit of Kremnos!

You slew the former king and had your vengeance, yet you shirked the duty of restoring the dynasty. Was your honor swallowed whole by the beasts of the Sea of Souls?
You roam among those who chase flames, swayed by the wild tales of a witch, fraternizing with low-born soldiers. You choose to pin your hopes on elusive oracles rather than trust in your strength!
The Kremnoans yearn to return to their war-torn homeland, yet you urge us to settle in the city-state of our sworn enemies. Have you grown enamored with the opulence of Okhema, or are you already bewitched by the mists rising from its golden baths?

Mydeimos! You, with your noble and immortal essence, how can you submit to that woman of Okhema? You are a predator, a messenger of Strife — have you lost sight of the difference between predator and prey?

Rumors swirl that you saved outlanders from Nikador's kin alongside the one claiming the mantle of Chrysos Heirs. In that endless Long Night, you let your body shatter, drenched in blood and madness.
Mydeimos! Your noble blood should not be wasted on such unworthy individuals! You should be rallying your armies and plundering resources to carve out a path for Kremnos's survival in these apocalyptic times!

That supposed Flame-Chase Journey has distorted you beyond recognition, my king! A king requires no equals, no allies, no doubts, no rescue — if any semblance of your clear mind lingers, command us!
Let Kremnos's glory eclipse all other city-states!"

— Excerpt from "Collected Resolutions of the Kremnos Council of Elders"
stored in the Gibranipar Library collection

"Keep moving."

— A man's directive

角色故事•四（解锁条件：角色等级80）
“黎明圣城奥赫玛为此世之中黑潮尚无法侵扰的净土，但黑潮对其包围之势已显而易见。

千年历史，黑潮所过之处，生灵异化为非人的怪物，城邦风蚀为无人的废墟，即便强盛如悬锋，其神明亦被黑潮污染，一切荒废无存。

逐火至今，大部分火种都已归位，然而黑潮将临，时间已所剩无几，在再创世之前，如若奥赫玛失守，一切都将前功尽弃。

笔者于此大胆揣测，在不久的将来，逐火的英雄必将与黑潮一战。从以往记录来看，哪怕是最为勇猛的战士，也无法在黑潮中坚持长久。黄金裔英雄各有所长，若说此战的希望，若非那骁勇的白厄，便会落在迈德漠斯身上。

当然，那不仅是因为迈德漠斯作为此世勇者之冠，拒绝死亡的天生之命，也不仅因为悬锋旧城位处抵挡黑潮的关要。纵然迈德漠斯如悬锋的狮子般一生迁徙多次，最后停留在离诞生地极远的地方，孤高的王也绝无可能在他国中称臣。一旦安顿好子民，将使命视作生命的迈德漠斯必定归乡，只不过这一次，他背负的不只是悬锋人的希望，更是世界的未来。

塔兰顿的祭司曾预言，千年纷争的历史始于悬锋，亦将终结于悬锋。或许在未来的某一日，那不死之身踏入黑潮，方生方死，那会是怎样的境况，怎样的悲壮……”

——选段自歌尔巴尼帕尔图书馆藏
“逐火观察：黑潮专题”

“一如冥海，一如既往。”

——男人新近的批注  

Character Story: Part IV

• Unlocked at Character Level 80

"The holy city of Okhema remains one of the last pure lands untouched by the black tide. Yet, the encirclement of the black tide around it has become unmistakably clear.

For a thousand years, wherever the black tide has swept, life has been twisted into inhuman monstrosities, and city-states have been eroded by the wind into desolate ruins. Even a stronghold like Kremnos saw its gods tainted by the black tide, leaving nothing but wastelands in its wake.

Most of the Coreflames had been restored, yet as the black tide approached, we found ourselves desperately short on time. All we have achieved will have been in vain should Okhema fall before the Era Nova.

The author boldly speculated that, soon, the heroes chasing the flame would inevitably face a decisive battle against the black tide. Historical records showed that even the most valiant warriors could not endure long within the black tide. Among the Chrysos Heir heroes, if there was any hope for this battle, it would either rest upon the fearless Phainon or fall to Mydeimos.

This wasn't merely because Mydeimos hailed as the bravest in this world, carried a destiny that defied death, nor was it solely because the old city of Kremnos occupied a strategic choke point against the black tide. Even though Mydeimos, like the lion of Kremnos, had migrated countless times in his life and ultimately settled far from his birthplace, the solitary king would never submit to foreign rule. Once he had settled his people, Mydeimos, who regarded his mission as his very essence, would undoubtedly return home. Yet, this time, he bore not only the hopes of the Kremnoans but also the future of the entire world.

Talanton's priests once prophesied that the millennium of Strife that started in Kremnos would also find its end there. Perhaps, one day, that eternal figure will face the black tide — suspended between life and death. Imagine such a scene, such a profound tragedy..."

— Excerpt from "Flame-Chasing Observations: Black Tide Special Report"
archived in the Gibranipar Library collection

"As with the Sea of Souls, as it has always been."

— A recently-made annotation in a man's handwriting