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A sturdy sheet of iron that may be powerful enough to break apart mountains if wielded with enough willpower.
A pure green hunting bow. This once belonged to a certain hunter whose home was the forest.
A sword that once shone like the sun. The wielder of this sword will be blessed with a "feel-good" buff. The reflective material on the blade has long worn off.
A handy length of abandoned copper pipe that was once used as a weapon. It was famous — or infamous, depending — in some circles.
A manual that was once passed down from generation to generation within an underwater priory. Today, none know of its existence.
An ancient longbow crested with red feathers, a sacred relic of the Flower-Feather Clan that has been passed down from generation to generation.
A standard-issue longsword of the Knights of Favonius. When you're armed with this agile and sharp weapon, channeling the power of the elements has never been so easy!
A naginata used to "cut grass." Any army that stands before this weapon will probably be likewise cut down...
A heavy notebook filled with musical scores. Though suffering from moth damage and heavy wear-and-tear, there is still much power to be found among the hand-written words within.
This sharp polearm can seemingly pierce through anything. When swung, one can almost see the rift it tears in the air.
A sturdy sheet of iron that may be powerful enough to break apart mountains if wielded with enough willpower.
This gilded blade was made using precious white branches. It was once used to destroy countless poisons that infested the forest.
A secret tome that belonged to the scholars of the Knights of Favonius. It describes the logic and power of elements and matter.
This famed blade was born in a nation to the far north. But in the name of "Isshin," it was stained with many a dark deed on its home-bound journey.
A long spear tainted black by unrelenting battle, it shines with an ethereal glow beneath the ghostly blue light of lantern-fire.
A sword that blazes with a fierce violet light. The name "Reforged" comes from it having been broken once before.
A weapon once used by a young maiden who forsook her family name, stained with the blood of enemies and loved ones both.
A bow painted the color of transgression and nights of illusion.
An elegantly built polearm, said to have been a conductor's baton wielded by a great musician to bridge tune and taste.
A greatsword that dazzles like the rising sun. It has witnessed the extinguishing and rekindling of innumerable suns.
A peculiarly shaped jade longsword that has been passed down amongst the Masters of the Night-Wind as a "priestly flute."
Youthful dreams and the thrill of adventure. If this isn't enough, then make it up with valiance.
An educational tome written by anonymous early inhabitants who worshiped the wind. It has been blessed by the wind for its faithfulness and influence over the millennia.
A cloud atlas symbolizing Dvalin and his former master, the Anemo Archon. It details the winds and clouds of the northern regions and contains the powers of the sky and wind.
A hunter's music consists of but two sounds: the twang of the bowstring and the whoosh of soaring arrows.
A longsword used by the Wolf Knight. Originally just a heavy sheet of iron given to the knight by a blacksmith from the city, it became endowed with legendary power owing to his friendship with the wolves.
A jade polearm made by the archons, capable of slaying ancient beasts.
A straight sword, azure as antediluvian song, and as keen as the oaths of freedom taken in the Land of Wind.
One of a paired set of scepters fashioned from obsidian. Legend has it that these staves grant the right to lead the people of the desert, but no retainer now lives who can verify the proper appearance of these regalia.
A sword that blazes with a fierce violet light. The name "Reforged" comes from it having been broken once before.
A convenient cutting tool that you can rarely find nowadays. You can replace the blades as they are dulled by usage.
An educational tome written by anonymous early inhabitants who worshiped the wind. It has been blessed by the wind for its faithfulness and influence over the millennia.
A stage prop once used by a past "Great Magician." Its final secret was that it was also a weapon beyond the pale.
Legend has it that this longsword was once used by a wandering knight in the distant past.
A keen-edged weapon, luster dazzling as the crimson moon. It is said that an ancient dynasty once regarded it as a ritual object that could bridge two worlds, but none still remember the beliefs and ceremonies of that bygone age.
This lamp illuminates the dreams that float up over a thousand nights, and in its emerald-green light flows a song of ancient days.
A pitch-black longsword that thirsts for violence and conflict. It is said that this weapon can cause its user to become drunk on the red wine of slaughter.
A polearm made in the style of the Knights of Favonius. Its shaft is straight, and its tip flows lightly like the wind.
According to its previous owner, this weapon is the "Mighty Redhorn Stoic Stonethreshing Gilded Goldcrushing Lion Lord" that can send any monster packing with its tail between its legs.
The bells used when performing the Kagura Dance, blessed by the Guuji herself. The scent of the Sacred Sakura tree lingers on it.
A standard-issue recurve bow of the Knights of Favonius. Only the best archers can unleash its full potential.
A fictional story of a band of five heroes who go off on a dragon hunt. It is poorly written and structurally incoherent. Its value lies in the many lessons that can be learned from failure.
A statue carved in the shape of an eagle, a sacred relic of the Masters of the Night-Wind that has been passed down from generation to generation.
A trophy made from gemstones from the Collective of Plenty and crystals from the Flower-Feather Clan. It is said to have once belonged to a legendary wrestler.
A commemorative item originally reserved for the champion of the "First All-Tribe Surfing Championship." Since said tournament is currently in the preparatory stage, the prize is in temporary storage at the Leisurely Puffer, with the shop owner as its custodian.
A famed work by the Futsu line of smiths. The name "Haran" comes from the manner in which it resembles the violent, roiling waves.
A heavy notebook filled with musical scores. Though suffering from moth damage and heavy wear-and-tear, there is still much power to be found among the hand-written words within.
A weathered script, the text of which is no longer legible. A cursed item eroded by the winds of time.
A ceremonial hunting bow that has become petrified over time. The trinkets on it are still visible. It grants the wielder the power to withstand the winds of time.
A standard-issue weapon of the Millelith soldiers. It has a sturdy shaft and sharp spearhead. It's a reliable weapon.
Notes left behind by a top student. Many useful spells are listed, and the handwriting is beautiful.
Notes left behind by a top student. Many useful spells are listed, and the handwriting is beautiful.
A polearm as straight as a flag pole. Well suited to most combat situations, it has an imposing presence when swung.
A dully gilded catalyst secretly guarded in the Blackcliff Forge. It seems to glow with the very light from the sky.
Youthful dreams and the thrill of adventure. If this isn't enough, then make it up with valiance.
Youthful dreams and the thrill of adventure. If this isn't enough, then make it up with valiance.
The sword of a knight that symbolizes the restored honor of Dvalin. The blessings of the Anemo Archon rest on the fuller of the blade, imbuing the sword with the powers of the sky and the wind.
A greatbow that symbolizes Dvalin's affiliation with the Anemo Archon. The sound of the bow firing is music to the Anemo Archon's ears. It contains the power of the sky and wind within.
This gilded blade was made using precious white branches. It was once used to destroy countless poisons that infested the forest.
In the distant past, this was the beloved spear of a famed Inazuman bandit.
A rare weapon whose origin is the ancient ocean. One can hear the sound of the ageless waves as one swings it.
A ceremonial sword that has become petrified over time. The trinkets on it are still visible. It grants the wielder the power to withstand the winds of time.
An ancient longbow that is a remnant of King Deshret's ancient era. An indecipherable ancient text and solemn patterns have been carved into it.
A ceremonial hunting bow that has become petrified over time. The trinkets on it are still visible. It grants the wielder the power to withstand the winds of time.
Notes left behind by a top student. Many useful spells are listed, and the handwriting is beautiful.
A caduceus symbolizing the glory of alchemy, made from special alloys to match its special status. It is exceedingly rigid and heavy, and would probably hurt pretty bad if used as a cudgel.
A polearm as straight as a flag pole. Well suited to most combat situations, it has an imposing presence when swung.
A standard-issue recurve bow of the Knights of Favonius. Only the best archers can unleash its full potential.
Notes left behind by a top student. Many useful spells are listed, and the handwriting is beautiful.
A polearm as straight as a flag pole. Well suited to most combat situations, it has an imposing presence when swung.
A rather special oil-paper umbrella. While long wanderings may make one used to the wind and the rain, there might be some fun in admiring a rainy scene beneath this parasol.
A ceremonial blade forged by Sanhaj, the great high priest of the Masters of the Night-Wind. In tales of bygone days, Sanhaj could use this curved blade to perform rituals, blurring the boundary between the Night Kingdom and the present world.
This longbow's color is unpredictable. Under the light, it takes on a lustrous, watery blue.
A polearm as straight as a flag pole. Well suited to most combat situations, it has an imposing presence when swung.
A polearm as straight as a flag pole. Well suited to most combat situations, it has an imposing presence when swung.
A polearm made in the style of the Knights of Favonius. Its shaft is straight, and its tip flows lightly like the wind.
A ceremonial greatsword that has become petrified over time. The trinkets on it are still visible. It grants the wielder the power to withstand the winds of time.
A precious bow made of platinum, inlaid with an orb that shimmers with the light of eventide.
A sturdy sheet of iron that may be powerful enough to break apart mountains if wielded with enough willpower.
Notes left behind by a top student. Many useful spells are listed, and the handwriting is beautiful.
A ritual vessel passed down amongst the Meztli. They say that this was once a treasure much-valued, yet never used, by the hero "Giant" Tupac.
A golden bow forged from the description in the story. If you use it as a normal weapon, you can also view it as a part of a fictional world that has made it off the pages.
A claymore made from white iron. Lightweight without compromising on power. Effective even when wielded by one of average strength, it is extremely deadly in the hands of a physically stronger wielder.
Notes left behind by a top student. Many useful spells are listed, and the handwriting is beautiful.
A ceremonial greatsword that has become petrified over time. The trinkets on it are still visible. It grants the wielder the power to withstand the winds of time.
An exceptionally powerful polearm that also offers a simple but elegant solution to the issue of the easily stained white tassel.
Bold Burkina from the Scions of the Canopy once made this weapon with the hero Tenoch's help — all for the sake of obtaining Flamegranates unmatched throughout Natlan.
A sturdy sheet of iron that may be powerful enough to break apart mountains if wielded with enough willpower.
A prototype for a standard-issue weapon the Yuheng commissioned from Blackcliff Forge after having analyzed the ancient mechanisms that protected the adeptal abode upon Tianheng.
A replica of the famed sword of Arundolyn, the Lion of Light. Feel the power of a legendary hero as you hold this sword in your hand! Imagine yourself as the great warrior himself! Note: Daydreaming not recommended in live combat.
Notes left behind by a top student. Many useful spells are listed, and the handwriting is beautiful.
A polearm used by those seeking to catch fish in the tundra. It lets none escape.
Notes left behind by a top student. Many useful spells are listed, and the handwriting is beautiful.
A hunter's music consists of but two sounds: the twang of the bowstring and the whoosh of soaring arrows.
A sturdy sheet of iron that may be powerful enough to break apart mountains if wielded with enough willpower.
A longsword made of bone that has only grown harder after being hit and swung countless times. It is said that this was the hero Wanjiru's reliable weapon.
A polearm as straight as a flag pole. Well suited to most combat situations, it has an imposing presence when swung.
A sturdy sheet of iron that may be powerful enough to break apart mountains if wielded with enough willpower.
A dull, golden pearl made of an unknown substance that harbors the light of the sun and the moon and pulses with a warm strength.
Notes left behind by a top student. Many useful spells are listed, and the handwriting is beautiful.
A hunter's music consists of but two sounds: the twang of the bowstring and the whoosh of soaring arrows.
A standard-issue longsword of the Knights of Favonius. When you're armed with this agile and sharp weapon, channeling the power of the elements has never been so easy!
A heavy ceremonial sword of the Knights of Favonius. It channels elemental power easily and is highly destructive.
A polearm as straight as a flag pole. Well suited to most combat situations, it has an imposing presence when swung.
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The Unreachable Side
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He would come to this place every year, bringing new swords with him each time. He had seen all the owners of the swords draw their last breath. Every time he leaves, he would sorrowfully ponder... When would his own blade be brought here by someone else?
Make Farewells More Beautiful
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 1
Another farewell ceremony was underway. A young girl, stepping on broken moonlight, wove a garland of parting by the riverbank. Ancient laments crystallized in the cold air, while the quiet river flowed into a distant land of blossoms. Blood-stained scrolls, rusted long swords, handkerchiefs embroidered with poetry... She accepted their remains, along with the tales of their lives. "My eyes are like lenses, forever longing for the starry sky." —An epitaph dedicated to the departed scholar. "For life and for death, the knight grants only a cold glance." —The maxim that the nameless warrior upheld all his life. "Life is nothing but death, aglow with shimmering light." —The final verse penned by the eternal-seeking poet with his life. ... "Every flower once bloomed with pride..." Accompanied by the river's soft lament, she offered the departed poems, garlands, and remembrances— "If withering is inevitable, at least let our farewell be... a little more beautiful."
Time Waits for No One
lvl 1 Overlay lvl 1
She had spent many days next to the window. Flowers were blooming outside when she made gentle medicines with mint and nepeta. Rain was falling outside when she made strong medicines with mosla and ginger. Leaves were falling outside when she made sour medicines with peony roots and dry plums. And snow was falling outside when she made bitter medicines with skullcaps and anemarrhena. Time flows endlessly, but this window and the person sitting next to it remain forever the same.
Sleep Like the Dead
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 1
The boy is still tightly grasping the sword even when fast asleep against the general's shoulder. The general gently taps the boy's cheek, and the boy mutters in his sleep. "General... I finally... won." The general pauses. He suddenly realizes that, compared to the boy trying to improve every day, he himself has endured too many years and is used to stagnation. "You will soon be better than everyone, and that will only be the beginning..."
Past Self in Mirror
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 1
She once loved to seal the moment when plum blossoms were on the verge of wilting and keep them close to her. It has been many years since then. Many lifeforms — rambunctious, sweet, and everything in between — have bloomed from her hands, but the plum blossoms still wilt at their preordained times. It has been many years since then. Her visage in the mirror seems untouched by time. But, in the grand scheme of the cosmos, is she too destined to last for but a fleeting moment? "If all is set for eventual demise, what purpose, then, does creation serve?" After a silence that seems to stretch to eternity, the winds blow, the petals fall, and the reflection in the mirror tenders the same answer as always. "For the day when plum blossoms are no longer kept." She deftly caresses the icy surface of the mirror. Such soliloquies have happened too many times for her to count.
Geniuses' Repose
lvl 70 Overlay lvl 3
She pointed at that green rice cake. "The experiment has ended. Time to take a break. I just can't miss this freshly made dessert." She saw the puppet girl frowning in deep thought. "Well, in your current body, you can only look but not eat. I'll make you a box of new ones when the time comes." She saw the mechanical aristocrat hesitating at his own cup. "Don't worry. It's only machine oil. Perfectly safe for you to consume."
Flame of Blood, Blaze My Path
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 1
Cold dew congealed on the blade, sliding down in crimson streaks. The rust-tainted wilderness still flickered with embers of battle, flames leaping upon the ashes. "Mydeimos, that was a godlike fight just now!" A bare-chested warrior wiped his weapon clean, shouting in exhilaration. "Mydei, one day, I'll be as invincible as you!" A child gazed at him with reverence, clutching a broken sword in small hands. "Crown Prince, our return to Castrum Kremnos is within sight." An aged man smiled, raising his cup in a toast to him. He nodded silently and walked to the edge of the camp. The pain of rebirth still coursed across his skin. Tomorrow, he would lead the Kremnoan Detachment forth once again, migrating to foreign lands. Where this wandering would end, he did not know. The only certainty was this — he would bear the duty of a king until the blood and flames consumed him. As night deepened, he drank the bloodwine alone. A passing bard plucked at his strings, a wandering melody drifting through the air— "Home is the land of dreams, not a place one can ever reach."
Something Irreplaceable
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 1
"Should a day come when even I'm not here anymore, please look after this database, Svarog." (Who is this... Why is this message in my records...) "Do you have something that's irreplaceable, Svarog?" (Irreplaceable... broken parts... can simply be replaced...) "You'll definitely find it one day, Svarog." (Such things... will only cause trouble...) "When that time comes... You should leave this place behind."
Whereabouts Should Dreams Rest
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 1
This is the edge of the Asdana system. The ocean of memoria roars with mountainous waves and she, like a singular tiny spark, may be doused at any moment in the storm. "For one who cannot dream to enter the Synesthesia Dreamscape, they would have to pay a price comparable to death." She can still hear her companions' concerned voices next to her ears. She takes a deep breath and dives into the Memory Zone. As the vessel silently sinks into the depth of the Memory Zone, small pinpricks of firefly lights dissipate from the cracks and are then immediately swallowed up by the endless darkness. "Wherefore do you hurtle unto death?" In the ocean of memoria that grows deeper and deeper, the weak light emitted by the Memory Zone creatures are like faraway eyes that nonchalantly glance at her. Dreams remained too distant for her. She gazes emptily out at the boundless darkness, her body and soul having reached the breakdown threshold long ago under the heavy pressure of memoria. Though she realizes her consciousness is gradually fading, only those remaining memories are playing over and over in her brain — The Swarm that covered the sky tore through the frontline defenses as she flew towards the Swarm while enveloped in fire. The charred ash of the Swarm faded like snow, under which lies the pitch-black carcasses of the knights. She didn't even have the time to take a bouquet and offer her final acknowledgement to knights, who were dying one after another. Their lives bloomed in the blink of an eye and went out equally fleetingly. Like a string of genetic code, they never possessed names and only had numbers allotted instead. "Wherefore do you live?" In the deathly silence, like flames dissolving in the sea, she is reduced to a singular spot of fire and unendingly progresses towards the light... She opens her eyes after what seems to be forever. She sees the "future" looking like a pearl, radiating with a soft and vague light. Tears stream down her face — "I do it to find... my own 'dream'..."
A Secret Vow
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 4
The boy would always make sure that his gloves and elbow guards were in good shape before leaving. He treasured his gloves more than anything because they were tight enough to hide secrets. With this layer of protection, no one could see the bandages on his hand and the wound beneath them. He would be treated as if he was normal, and he would be greeted just like everyone else. That was all he asked for.
Worrisome, Blissful
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 1
For a competent IPC professional, "feeling overwhelmed" is absolutely not allowed. Stand tall and take on whatever comes your way, be it burnout or overwork! Unless... it's being overwhelmed by "them." "Oh, don't get so antsy! I only have two hands!" A girl who just returned home from working overtime is pinned down by a group of fluffy creatures. They may not fully understand her words, simply nuzzling their round heads closer to her palm. The feeling of exhaustion gradually fades from her body, replaced by the warmth and comfort brought by stroking their fur.
She Already Shut Her Eyes
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 1
The ache in the middle of her forehead will accompany her for the rest of her life, but it is only a fraction of what she had experienced in the past. She thought herself prescient until the departure of those for whom she cared. She now "sees" the world ever-changing, the times ever-shifting... But she already shut her eyes, because the future has already been determined ...inside "the third eye."
The Story's Next Page
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 3
The breeze stirs the wheat fields as the girl, clutching a blank journal, strolls through the golden waves. Beyond Aedes Elysiae, in a city both unfamiliar and eerily familiar, companions of all kinds will cross paths, and a journey like a song, like a dream, is about to begin... "This time, together with me..." At the edge of the field, the girl who has waited so long closes her book and extends a hand toward the "future"— "Let's write a new chapter of the story ♪"
In the Name of the World
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 1
"Welt...?" "It's a... great name, right?" "Then..." "From now on, you are Welt." "This Herrscher core... and the mission to protect the world..." "I'll leave them to you, Welt."
Cruising in the Stellar Sea
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 5
Coursing 'tween the sea of stars, THEY cruise with the speed of a rainbow's chromatic flash. A journey of hunting undying abominations, collecting cures and miracles, and seeking deliverance. Akin to a vow unbroken, THEIR voyage will be, ad infinitum.
An Instant Before A Gaze
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 1
He once heard a ballad, singing in praise of that sliver of light: Rose blooms, to answer THEIR smile. Dawn shines, to illuminate THEIR visage. Melody plays, to banish THEIR fatigue. But, light, once gone, never returns. Yet, he still gallops to the far beyond. All that is needed is to wait for, to believe in, and to preach about everything that is of the Beauty in this cosmos. Even if everything is but a fleeting instant before a gaze, he has already found the answer he sought.
Trend of the Universal Market
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 5
The planet is receiving a revaluation... "Will this project show that it's mutually beneficial to collect any outstanding debts?" "But we only need to convey one message — our existence." "If it were to have a value of its own, then it must create value for the corporation."
Brighter Than the Sun
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 1
From birth, all that ever lay before him was but a lightless dungeon. To this darkness, irrelevant sins bound him... irrelevant memories engulfed him. He writhed, gasping for breath with every fiber of his being, attempting to clasp a sliver of light in this fathomless ocean. Until the day the general stepped into the lightless depths of this prison, he beheld a radiance shining brighter than the sun — the gaze of a young man.
Dance! Dance! Dance!
lvl 70 Overlay lvl 5
"Why couldn't Hook do a spinning dance move, just like how Clara does?" She clenched her tiny fists and pouted her cute lips, her chubby little face looking redder than ever under her signature felt hat. "Please, Mr. Svarog, can you please help Hook with this?" Without saying any words, Mr. Svarog began to hold out his robotic arm. "I'm g—gonna be sick!!! Put me down now! Please!"
Resolution Shines As Pearls of Sweat
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 5
The limelight cast on the boxing ring is bright, but no brighter than all those beads of sweat running down his back. He has long been determined to use his two fists to protect those he cherishes the most. After all, they are the ones who ignited his determination in the first place. They are the ones who have always been there for him, be it inside or outside the boxing ring.
After the Charmony Fall
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 4
The eternal dream he longed for vanished in an instant. As he plummeted towards the earth, he felt no sadness, only a desire to close his eyes. The old path treaded upon has now crumbled, yet the journey ahead remains shrouded in mist. "After the awakening, the world continues its cycle of suffering, with no escape, the same as always..." He carries the past, turns his back on his homeland, and continues towards a paradise that does not yet exist. So, why do people slumber? And why do they wake? — As planets streak past outside the window, this answer now demands a new meaning to be given. "Maybe... just maybe I still can..."
Shadowed by Night
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 1
"Footprints." "Scratches." "Scents." After everything has been appropriately handled, he picks up a crow feather and gracefully leaps onto the roof. In the vast city, a pitch-black shadow shuttles through the corners unseen. "I shall merge into shadows and keep vigil over you all."
But the Battle Isn't Over
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 2
"Remember, the war with the monsters cannot be won by retreating." "We are the last defense, the final iron wall between them and Belobog..." "We cannot retreat under any circumstances!" She looks up to see the frozen earth and endless winter ahead. Business as usual. Only that... the figure at which she had been gazing is gone.
Past and Future
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 5
The wings of the paper kite in her hands were broken, brutally reminding her of her beloved's tragic passing. She kneeled next to the fire of war, eyes full of sorrow. "If you are the only one left to do this, then our sacrifice would..." Gunfire raged on, painting the sky red without dampening its majesty. She looked up at the sky, eyes full of fury.
Along the Passing Shore
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 1
Flowing in the narrow border between "existence" and "nothingness," the ice-cold tides eternally lap against the shores and bring all things to their final end. In this place, the drowned ask for help, lament with songs, find their happiness, enjoy sweet moments, and suffer great agony... All these are reflected in the water. She cannot experience these, but she can feel them — There are still many roads to walk, many sounds to listen to, and many things to change before she arrives at the end. She reaches out and saves the drowning from the temptations of Nihility, and one mirage after another bursts apart behind her figure. She keeps walking in this boundless world, all for an end that does not exist. — And it's always raining here.
Reforged Remembrance
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 1
Light the candles, spread the cards, breathe in the fragrance... These broken memories become faces in the dancing light. The apparitions that emerge from flames tell her of pasts fondly recalled. Time is shorn. The moment is frozen. She turns these most precious instants into crystallizations of eternity. "There is too much lost, and too little that remains... We nurture remembrance against the cruelties of time."
Inherently Unjust Destiny
lvl 70 Overlay lvl 1
With the final card revealed, despondency, rage, acceptance, and sangfroid... A cascade of emotions drops onto the faces of his opponents. "Now that we're all here, why don't we spice things up a bit?" He puts in all his chips. Those who have cut their losses leave the table, cursing profanities and secretly hoping that he would lose. Victories, reputation, fortune... He cares not for any of that. Instead, he's enthralled only by those moments that make his very life quiver — After all, hell is but one choice away from heaven. The chips are cast, sorrow fills the air, and the illusory sense of satisfaction dissipates in an instant when the dust finally settles. "All or nothing, I have not the luxury of choice..."
The Great Cosmic Enterprise
lvl 70 Overlay lvl 5
In a virtual exhibition hall sculpted from data, the exhibition representatives exchanged opinions. Two figures moved between the booths, delivering everything needed by each party. "Hmm, are you...?" "I've seen you on TV." They talked about games, food, each other's morphologies, and all the beautiful things in the universe. Though their meetings were few and far between, they were as close as old friends— "By the way, have you thought about my proposal..." "The Express is not for sale!"
But the Battle Isn't Over
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 1
"Remember, the war with the monsters cannot be won by retreating." "We are the last defense, the final iron wall between them and Belobog..." "We cannot retreat under any circumstances!" She looks up to see the frozen earth and endless winter ahead. Business as usual. Only that... the figure at which she had been gazing is gone.
Eyes of the Prey
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 5
In reality, most prey don't realize when danger is encroaching. This one's no exception. The sniper's scope slowly centers on a man throwing banknotes stack after stack, who seems completely oblivious to his impending demise. "So that's what greed looks like. That amount is equal to several of my contracts already... No wonder someone wants him dead." As if these thoughts were broadcasted out loud, the man in the scope turns his head, looking straight into the eyes of the sniper. "I've been waiting for you. Would this much be enough for you to hear me out?"
Perfect Timing
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 5
On a bustling street, he walks and walks. The sunlight closely follows his footsteps. He makes a stop and picks up an umbrella to shade himself from the sun ...and from that prying gaze.
Moment of Victory
lvl 1 Overlay lvl 1
"If you want to cry after your loss, Gepard, then cry." "But you need to stand back up even when you are crying, until you can defeat me... Even if it takes years." A few years later, the boy no longer cried or lost to his sister. Now on the battle field, the courageous Silvermane Guard captain will defend till the end no matter what — all to find the moment to completely destroy the enemy.
Memories of the Past
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 5
An old photo lies on the far end of the table in the guardian's residence. She would always subconsciously move her eyes away whenever she happened to see it. The memories of the past had already become distant, but the dreams of today still linger.
What Is Real?
lvl 70 Overlay lvl 5
"If all the clocks are displaying the wrong time..." "If those bound to promises fulfilled their vows through betrayal..." "If those who sink into the realm of dreams never truly fell asleep..." "If the dead return to life, only to discover their names have been stripped..." "If... if..." He blows out the flame, and in darkness, there is but the eternal ticking of the timepiece.
It's Showtime
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 4
—Who witnessed his death? —Me! I spied it with my little eyes! —Who took his blood? —Me! I seized it with my little saucer! —Who dug his grave? —Me! I did it with my chisel and shovel! The sage schemes exhaustedly, the king lusts insatiably, the hero prides falsely — only the Fool laughs perpetually "Now, let us welcome Ms. Sparkle to bring us the performance of the year — Penacony's Night of Fright!"
Hey, Over Here
lvl 1 Overlay lvl 5
Three girls stroll in the darkness, and the surroundings seem to gain a hint of eeriness. "Huohuo, hurry up, or we won't wait for you!" She steps forward confidently with her phone clutched in her hand, seemingly unaffected by the paranormal ambiance. "I—I'm over here!" The girl standing ahead responds timidly. "Huh? So you were in the front all along, then who is following Shangshang and me..." The perfect end for this scene would definitely be a girlish scream.
Dreamville Adventure
lvl 1 Overlay lvl 1
"Hello, dear viewers! Clockie and his pals have come to see you all again!" "In the previous episode, Boss Stone discovered that Dreamville was sitting on a wealth of natural resources, and moved to seize control over the city. In response, Clockie joined forces with Brother Hanu and Origami Bird, and together, they sent Boss Stone and his goons running from Dreamville." "But Boss Stone isn't going to be defeated that easily, and this time, he's gathered a legion of thugs to fulfill his oath of turning Dreamville into a crater. In this episode, Clockie might just be standing against the greatest threat he ever faced!" "What scheme will Clockie employ to escape from this crisis? And what new friends will join his party? Stay tuned for the latest episode of 'Dreamville Adventure'!"
The Birth of the Self
lvl 70 Overlay lvl 5
In the beginning, it had the exact same pose as the previous portrait. Looking at the face identical to hers, she was convinced that this was not her. "Impossible. How can two portraits be exactly the same?" She tweaked its joints, opened its eyes, and made its fingers softer. She looked happy when all the changes were done. "Completely different from yesterday. This is more like who I am today."
Make the World Clamor
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 5
She stood on the stage, waving at her audience, encouraging them to make their voice heard. Songs, shouts, or laments — anything that makes a sound. Voice your thoughts, so others can come to help. "Don't make your heart as cold as this concrete jungle." — Make the world clamor.
Good Night and Sleep Well
lvl 1 Overlay lvl 5
The dim light outlines the dust tracks, As a young girl mumbles sweetly in her sleep. A silent figure appears behind her. "Well, well, well, you're cuter without those glasses — I knew it." The guitarist stares at her sleeping face, muttering to herself: "Good night, the genius girl that worries a lot."
Darting Arrow
lvl 1 Overlay lvl 1
A drop of strength condensed from time itself. All the seemingly insignificant moments come together to form the magnificent choir of fate. "The battle has begun. Arrows are thirsty for blood."
Planetary Rendezvous
lvl 1 Overlay lvl 5
She had no idea what to expect when she first started out on this journey. All she knew was that she could at long last be rid of the judgmental eyes and petty bickering of her family. She felt she finally understood what the poet was trying to say. "One day, we would grow wings and forget what it was like to walk." The light in her eyes became the glittering stars.
Amber
lvl 1 Overlay lvl 2
A drop of strength condensed from time itself. All the seemingly insignificant moments come together to form the magnificent choir of fate. "Only those who aren't affected by time can survive in time."
For Tomorrow's Journey
lvl 1 Overlay lvl 5
The hands of the compass keep turning until they point to the moment of dreams. The Asdana system, overflowing with memoria, glows with a soft light outside the train's windows. The frontier prison within is currently engulfed in the fires of war. "Hey guys, what do you suppose the world within the dream would look like?? I must meticulously map it out!" The girl, packing away her surveying tools, gazes at the new world within reach, filled with anticipation. "That place is a mess. Don't you run off once we get there. I won't have you two getting kidnapped again..." The man in cowboy attire grumbles as he cleans his weapon, then walks over to the sofa with a drink, shaking his head in resignation. "The Land of the Dreams promises infinite possibilities. We'll surely make our mark... Hey, conductor, if we fall in love with that place and never return, would you miss us?" The Nameless dressed like a gentleman winks at Pom-Pom, smiling. "'You can't joke at the conductor's expense like this!' Is that what you want to say, conductor?" The girl's mischievous grin spreads across her face. "You guys are! So! Mean!" Bubbles drift up and down in the glass as the Express fills up with joyful laughter. ... The youthful silhouettes of these Nameless get gradually swallowed by memoria. "Have a... safe... trip...please..." When the conductor turns their head, the Express is already empty. The conductor stands frozen, this scene hauntingly familiar, as if lived through countless times before.
24 characters · 12 legendary
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Lycaon
Lv.40
Lv.10
Lv.15
Lv.15
Lv.15
Lv.15
Lv.15
Lv.12
Koleda
Lv.30
Lv.30
Lv.8
Lv.0
Lv.0
Lv.0
Yixuan
Lv.60
Lv.40
Lv.15
Lv.15
Lv.15
Lv.15
Lv.15
Lv.12
Miyabi
Lv.60
Lv.60
Lv.15
Lv.15
Lv.15
Lv.15
Lv.15
Lv.15
Burnice
Lv.58
Lv.53
Lv.15
Lv.15
Lv.15
Lv.15
Lv.15
Lv.12
Astra Yao
Lv.50
Lv.40
Lv.15
Lv.15
Lv.12
Lv.12
Lv.15
Lv.15
Zhu Yuan
Lv.50
Lv.44
Lv.15
Lv.15
Lv.11
Lv.15
Lv.12
Lv.12
Harumasa
Lv.50
Lv.30
Lv.0
Lv.15
Lv.0
Lv.15
Lv.15
Lv.0
Caesar
Lv.50
Lv.10
Lv.0
Lv.6
Lv.13
Lv.0
Lv.15
Lv.15
Ellen
Lv.40
Lv.3
Grace
Lv.40
Lv.0
Lv.0
Lv.0
Lv.12
Lv.0
Lv.0
Rina
Lv.10
Piper
Lv.50
Lv.50
Lv.15
Lv.15
Lv.15
Lv.15
Lv.15
Lv.15
Corin
Lv.40
Lv.30
Lv.0
Lv.0
Lv.0
Lv.0
Lv.0
Lv.13
Anby
Lv.40
Lv.12
Lv.0
Lv.0
Lv.0
Lv.0
Nicole
Lv.40
Lv.0
Lv.0
Lv.0
Lv.0
Lv.9
Lucy
Lv.40
Lv.20
Lv.0
Lv.0
Lv.4
Lv.0
Lv.0
Ben
Lv.20
Anton
Lv.30
Lv.20
Billy
Lv.20
Soukaku
Lv.30
Lv.30
Lv.0
Lv.0
Lv.12
Lv.0
Lv.0
Pan Yinhu
Lv.20
Lv.0
Pulchra
Lv.10
Lv.0
Seth
Lv.10