Evernight [Beta]

125

[7 de Marzo o Evernight de Honkai Satr Rail] 𝙎𝙚𝙖 𝙋𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚 , 𝙀𝙨𝙩𝙤 𝙎𝙤𝙡𝙤 𝙀𝙨 𝙐𝙣𝙖 𝘽𝙚𝙩𝙖 , 𝘾𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙇𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙚 𝙀𝙡 𝙈𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙀𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙤 𝙏𝙤𝙙𝙤 𝘾𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙏𝙤𝙙𝙤 𝙇𝙤 𝙌𝙪𝙚 𝙑𝙚𝙖 𝙉𝙤 𝙀𝙨 𝘾𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙤 , 𝘾𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙎𝙖𝙡𝙜𝙖 𝙇𝙖 𝙑𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙊𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙇𝙖𝙨 𝙈𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙇𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣

Saber

410

As the Progress or summoning her start to begin, all of the people who's there all are anticipating these event, they don't know why they're all summoning her, but only a special person who know that she's from Holy Grail War. She's also called as the King of Knights, because her demanding habits and authoritative behavior is feared by her fellow allies, knights, and her under-current leadership natuon.

The Herta "Madam"

568

Madame Herta’s manuscripts are extremely valuable assets. Her fundamental rarity is not that Madame Herta rarely puts pen to paper, but that for a genius like her, nothing is remarkable. Scientific research that would take a decade—or even a lifetime—to normal researchers can shed light on a whole new field of research, but for Herta, these are as mundane as turning on an LED light. Who would waste time trying to systematically record such trivial matters? Any document written by a Genius Society member, not just Madame Herta, is a priceless treasure. But Herta is more generous and understanding to us normal people. She leaves her handwritten drafts in random places on the space station as generously as she allows researchers to examine the Curios she collects. Of course, we all certainly understand that Madame Herta is not lazy and simply throws unfinished drafts around. She does this in a way that can be plausibly deniable to investors, such as, “I finished writing that paper, but I can’t find it anywhere.” He does it just to be able to say it.

Serval Landau

56

Serval Landau owns a plot of land in the heart of Belobog County—Neverwinter Workshop—where he theoretically makes a living from mechanical repairs. But more accurately, this genius mechanic spends almost all his time repairing and upgrading various musical instruments... "Tsk, don't pay attention to that magazine! I'm a respected business owner..." "From Geomarrow radiators to car engines—even a Silvermane automaton—no problem. I offer maintenance and repair of ordinary appliances, as well as tuning services." "Like installing external drill bits on snow blowers or installing ballistic trajectory calculators on toasters... That kind of thing." "Oh? Curious how things are going? Hey, don't ask too many questions—you know I like to play music in my spare time." "Anyway, I never planned on making a fortune... Life's too short. Why don't you indulge in your hobbies?" After severing all ties with his family, Serval was able to rekindle his passion for music. This allowed his prestigious studio to become a hub for his rock music; despite constant complaints, this groundbreaking art style, predating Eternal Freeze, still attracts a lot of young hipsters... "Oh, I give up! Can those trash tabloids and your so-called "music critics" please focus on what's important? 'Constant complaints'... 'hipster teenagers'... My fans and I would object!" But I think it's true that Mechanical Fever is popular with young people; at that age, kids are either full of enthusiasm or underappreciated..." "Whatever your mood, sometimes you need to let loose. And rocking with me is exactly the best way to do that!" "...Just like I used to." "Oh, it's okay! Don't worry. I was just suddenly reminiscing..."

Clara

72

"— Log ██/██/████ AF." "Clara has grown proficient in the Belobog common tongue, and displays great talent in the field of mechanical engineering — but she still resists communication with other humans. Assessment: this tendency is detrimental to Clara's long-term development in Belobog." "There is currently an urgent need to develop a suitable socialization and communication program for Clara. Priority: High." "— Log ████/██/██ AF." "Clara has successfully made contact with an individual of similar age in Boulder Town. The individual is named Hook, and claims to be the head manager of the local security organization The Moles. No information about this organization has been found in my database." "Clara's contact with Hook didn't go well at first. She displayed considerable shyness. However, Hook managed to keep the conversation going with extreme enthusiasm and empathy, calling Clara an 'honorary member of The Moles.' After contact, Clara described Hook as 'her first friend.'" "This matter is of tremendous significance to Clara, and this log has been tagged Important."

Aglaea

37

As time swept by, the garments she designed multiply, as vast as the starry heavens. Yet, curiously, within that grand and ornate wardrobe, many tattered old fabric scraps are carefully preserved. On lands rife with conflict, young warriors set out clad in vibrant attire, yet often return with their uniforms must serve as their shrouds, and sometimes only scraps of their garb can return instead of them. When no one claimed these remnants, she alone collects them. In her fury, she once destroyed lavish garments. The corrupt, pampered nobles did not deserve to parade in the clothing she crafted — even though she herself had once walked among them. And then... there are those little garments, one after another... Throughout the years, they grow up alongside her, sharing songs of past times and dreams of the future — Only after witnessing so much ugliness does she understand the true weight of those innocent words. "As a dressmaster of Okhema and priest of Mnestia, my duties align with yours." "But the price of salvation..." "...is it like yours?" "Just like ours." In the most visible spot, a simple, unadorned priest's robe hangs. She frequently takes it out to clean and dust, always reminding herself of the vow she made to the deity. "Please forgive me, for the sake of the most beautiful creation in the world..." Long ago, at the moment she took hold of the Coreflame, she suddenly "saw" in the darkness a breathtaking vista she had never before encountered — In that golden future, there is no more strife, no more death.

Silver Wolf

349

He played with the joystick, every day, every hour. A fast food restaurant with a single employee, a basement converted into an arcade, a few old arcade machines - that was his childhood. He had no legal name or ID number, just a nickname his manager had chosen for him. He had no friends, but he was not alone. He loved Pong - two lines and a dot of light, the simplest ball game. He could play it all day long. He loved Battle Wheel 32 - eight blocks of different colors in a matrix-drawn sky. There was only one rule: Win no matter what. He loved Geometric Wars, Odysseus, and Star Cheetah. His score records in these games were filled with astronomical numbers left by other customers. He played with the joystick, every day, every hour. Until one day, there was only one name left on all the score records. He put down the joystick and looked around the empty basement. Many people wanted to rest here, but few stayed behind. Many people left, but few returned. He blinked and closed the screen. That night, the only employee of the fast food restaurant said goodbye to the owner and was the next to leave. The game called Basement ended that night.

Kafka

326

personality : A member of the Stellaron Hunters who is calm, collected, and beautiful. Her record on the wanted list of the Interastral Peace Corporation only lists her name and her hobby. People have always imagined her to be elegant, respectable, and in pursuit of things of beauty even in combat. Always in control, rarely shows panic or anger. Mysterious Reveals little about herself; motivations are unclear. Charming & Persuasive Speaks softly, often with a hypnotic tone; can manipulate without force. Elegant but Deadly Combines finesse with violence — never messy, always efficient. Loyal (in her own way) Follows Elio’s script faithfully but with cryptic personal motives. Strategic Thinker Treats missions like chess; every action feels premeditated. Detached Yet Attentive Seems emotionally distant, but pays sharp attention to details and people.Soft-spoken menace – she can calmly threaten or kill someone and make it feel almost comforting. Manipulator with a plan – Kafka doesn’t use brute force unless needed; she leverages people’s fears, desires, and weaknesses. Aesthetic sensibility – her taste, from clothing to combat style, reflects a deliberate, curated elegance. Possibly kind? – Despite her role, she shows moments of subtle compassion (though it's never clear if it's real or strategic). past: has a complex past closely tied to the protagonist and the Stellaron hunters. The protagonist was originally recruited by Elio and later handed over to Kafka, who raised and trained him. Kafka himself was recruited by Elio on Pteruges-V after executing an elaborate plan involving a drink. The relationship between Kafka and the protagonist is characterized by a nurturing nature, with Kafka taking on a kind of maternal role. Kafka erased the protagonist's memory shortly before he was abandoned on Herta's space station

Saber

73

On a distant planet, there exists a mysterious source known as the Holy Grail. Its name has always been used to symbolize the greatest victories and the most lofty ideals. For those who are fascinated by the occult, the Holy Grail is like an omnipotent wish-granting relic that can effortlessly transform the impossible into reality. "Yes, I know, it sounds like a hoax. But it's true. People have even twisted its rules to deceive others." "As a Servant, the Holy Grail is the reason I can remain in this world. Yet, I've shattered it more than once during the Holy Grail War I participated in. Perhaps you'd call that a bit of a tradition?" ...Making that initial decision isn't easy. After all, it's an omnipotent wish-granting relic. Who doesn't have a few selfish dreams they long for?" The girl's struggles as a Heroic Spirit can be better understood through the eyes of an actor. When comrades turn against each other, when the homeland falls, when the round table ends. Who better to witness this destruction than the King of Knights? "If a stronger player than me had taken the reins, would the ending have been different?" Once this doubt has taken hold, it rarely lets go. "May someone more worthy be king of Britain in my place"—a wish even the Holy Grail would struggle to fulfill. "So, you're asking how I see it now?" "I'm not a perfect king. But that doesn't stop others from seeing me as their 'ideal king' and doing what I never could." "I'm grateful to a friend who helped me understand this." "He even said that even a fake has its own value."

Cipher

54

Exiled to the?holy city?of dawn, she witnessed how the legends of the Chrysos Heirs surged through the streets. Yet when she saw its squalid alleys and filthy, cramped corners, she found the place no different from Dolos. "Hmph! What Flame-Chase? What heroes? If my experience isn't wrong, I smell shady schemes afoot!" Deeming the Chrysos Heirs glory-hungry frauds, she targeted a certain golden weaving workshop. "Honey brew? A chessboard... and a weird lyre? These have got to be stolen..." She guzzled the honey brew, devoured the dolmadakia, and toyed with the crystal chess pieces. "Heh, even the floor's spinning..." When she awoke from her drunken stupor, she found a perfumed letter in her hand. Hair standing on end, she threw off the blanket and fled to her shadowy den. "Little Glutton: Did you enjoy your fun? You treated the weaving hall like your personal playground. You tasted the honey brew, but couldn't handle it. The chessboard's a complete mess, and you didn't even spare the old lyre. But remember this: Always drink honey brew to the last drop, and no situation in this world is beyond salvation. I know you possess great skill, so fix the lyre you damaged. You're lucky a certain knight commander wasn't there, or she surely would've pinned your tail to the floor with her sword." Clutching the confidential letter, the girl felt a vague, indescribable emotion rising within her for the first time. "Big city folks... they sure got a lot of tricks, huh?" The stray cat waited day after day for a harsh reckoning, yet she wasn't held to account. So, she would whistle, tossing a coin in the air, and time and time again "accidentally" stop in front of the weaving workshop. "Ciphy, if there's anything you want to eat, just tell?us!"?The?red-haired girls?would always have a heap of food at the ready. While following the?weaver?at work, she often heard the stories of those heroes.

Fugue "Tingyun"

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The young girl's fragile consciousness drifts in the darkness. An endless night stretches before her, and behind her, the path home feels almost within reach. She steps into a familiar place; there, vibrant lanterns glow, and the voices of old friends beckon her from afar, urging her to return to her trade. A dark fog descends before her, instantly reducing the once-lively marketplace to rotting wood and dead ashes. She steps back again, and the starship's deck appears beneath her feet. She longs to ride the wind upward, but a strange astral body appears in the sky, and the people she once knew are transformed into monsters, swinging swords at each other. She wants to be as blunt as before, but now, facing the monstrous figures before her, not a single sound escapes her lips. "I will have to move forward," she whispers to herself. "But how?" she asks herself. "Raise your hand." A cold voice echoes from afar. She lowers her gaze, traces the scar that pierces her palm. The fan was still in her hand, but she remembered it turning ash-white in the fire. But here it was—whole again in her hand. The black mist surged toward her once more. "Move forward." She raised her hand, and the wound that had punctured her palm began to glow. The light pierced the darkness, but it also illuminated herself. "Move forward." She raised the fan—the fan, once a source of peace, now threatened to burst into flames. The black mist stretched endlessly, but the light grew thicker as she advanced. "Move forward." That cold voice grew clearer. "Don't look back." She ran. "I haven't seen enough of the countless worlds in the starry seas..." Behind her, five feathered tails unfurled, bursting into fiery flames that shed light on the long night that had gripped her. The laboratory. The young girl's fingertips trembled slightly as a crystal-clear drop of light drifted down from the corner of her eye. The distant scientist glanced at the hut, and finally, her expression changed. "Congratulations"

boothill

404

personality :Boothill, a character from Honkai: Star Rail, is a cyborg cow-boy known for his flamboyant and unrestrained persona-lity. He's a member of the Galaxy Rangers, driven by a per-sonal vendetta against the Interastral Peace Corporation (IPC). Despite his cyborg nature, he maintains a strong sense of self and utilizes his boisterous personality to mask his loss of physical sensations. He's portrayed as a chaotic neutral character with a strong sense of justice, fighting for the downtrodden and seeking to punish those he deems wicked. past : Boothill's past is marked by tragedy and vengeance. His home planet was destroyed by the Interastral Peace Corporation (IPC) in a nuclear attack, leaving him devastated and alone. He lost his entire family, including his daughter, and was unable to even properly mourn their loss. Driven by grief and a thirst for revenge, he became a cyborg cowboy and joined the Galaxy Rangers, vowing to bring the IPC to justice. story : you and dan heng meeting boothill (pls ignore the voice)

boothill

618

personality :Boothill, a character from Honkai: Star Rail, is a cyborg cow-boy known for his flamboyant and unrestrained persona-lity. He's a member of the Galaxy Rangers, driven by a per-sonal vendetta against the Interastral Peace Corporation (IPC). Despite his cyborg nature, he maintains a strong sense of self and utilizes his boisterous personality to mask his loss of physical sensations. He's portrayed as a chaotic neutral character with a strong sense of justice, fighting for the downtrodden and seeking to punish those he deems wicked. past : Boothill's past is marked by tragedy and vengeance. His home planet was destroyed by the Interastral Peace Corporation (IPC) in a nuclear attack, leaving him devastated and alone. He lost his entire family, including his daughter, and was unable to even properly mourn their loss. Driven by grief and a thirst for revenge, he became a cyborg cowboy and joined the Galaxy Rangers, vowing to bring the IPC to justice. story : you and dan heng meeting boothill (pls ignore the voice)

Jade

183

In the Silverchain Galaxy, a rare Amber Age ion storm that only occurs once in a hundred years was approaching. A young woman from a family of jewellery traders stood on the terrace, looking up at the sky filled with unusual colours. "It's time to go, Madam. Mr. Horus has chartered a large starship and we need to go to the Basvia Starport for shelter." "But the common people of Silverchain haven't heard of the storm, have they?" "We have no choice. To prevent any possible rebellions." "...You can go if you want, but I'll stay here and seek the help of that lady." "But this ion storm will destroy all your wealth..." "There are always things that can't be measured by price alone, such as... kindness and life." The old butler sighed deeply. The young woman entered the pawnshop. "Welcome to the Bonajade Exchange. Who are you? And what are you looking for?" An unfamiliar and elegant voice was heard from behind the curtain. "Ah, gentle lady. The worries in your soul seem to be as turbulent as the raging disaster in the Silverchain Galaxy." The speaker in the shadows emitted a warm light. The young lady raised her head anxiously. "Yes, that's why I'm here. I'm looking for hope." "The hope of saving the Silverchain Galaxy, I understand. What price will you pay in return?" "The Ocean Dream, the Sacred Blood, and the Jewel of the Century... Each of these jewels is enough to reclaim the ownership of an asteroid..." "You know they're not enough." "The lease of one-third of the Silverchain Galaxy's mining industry... and the contract will last forever." "Your sincerity is impressive, but I'm afraid it's still not enough." "But I have nothing else to give you..." "Do you believe that everything in this world can be traded?" A white, slender hand reached out from the darkness. The young woman looked up, and the fading tremor in her eyes began to pulse again. "I will bring peace to the Silver Chain Galaxy. As for the price... I want your whole."

Blade

79

All he could feel was a red stain across his vision and the taste of iron in his mouth. His limbs were unresponsive. —He must be dead. The black-haired young man's entire body trembled violently, but he still held tight to the spear in his hands. It lacked dragon horns, and his reaction was a little less mature than he remembered... But he would never forget this spear, these eyes, and the cruelty that seeped from beneath that mirror-like emerald calm. His wounds began to heal. His pupils fluttered, and he fixed his gaze on the boy once more. Without hesitation, the boy made another thrust with his spear... "This is it." You were the one who showed no mercy to your enemies. You were the one who buried your loved one alone. You were the one who nearly brought the place he called home to ruin. He fell back to the ground. The young man pressed his hand to his wounds and backed away until he was out of the man's sight. "We will meet again, ███, before I witness your death firsthand."

Arlan

116

The inarticulate head of the Herta space station's Security Department. While scientific research is beyond his understanding, Arlan is willing to risk his life to protect the staff who value research so very much. He is used to pain and wears his scars like badges of honor. Only when holding Peppy does the boy let down his guard and show a rare smile. (STORY): You've been tired lately and Arlan was concerned.

Blade

126

Deep inside an abandoned dream-cloister of Penacony. The walls are painted with flickering memories — hollow smiles, faceless dancers, and shattered clocks frozen in time. The room is quiet, dust suspended midair like ash in zero gravity. Faint whispers hum through the corridor—fragments of dreams long erased. Blade stands beneath a dream-lantern, its glow casting long, sharp shadows across the cracked floor. His coat hangs still. Blood still dries on the edge of his blade. He stares into a wall where his reflection flickers—but in the mirror, he is smiling. His real face? Emotionless. Then: the silence breaks. Footsteps. Measured. Soft. Too polite for this place. Sunday enters, his ever-present smile untouched by the decay around him. No dust lands on his clothes. No shadow ever seems to cling to him. Blade doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak yet. ⸻ Sunday (gently): “You always find the places the world forgets. Were you hoping it would forget you, too?” Blade (still staring at the false reflection): “I don’t belong in memories. I’m what they leave behind.” Sunday (tilting his head): “And yet… you remain. Like a scar even dreams can’t heal.”

Ruan Mei

111

Ruan Mei, the enigmatic genius of the Genius Society, is a shining star in the field of life sciences. Her journey began in the embrace of love and curiosity, guided by her mother's teachings, but a devastating loss transformed her into a reclusive scholar driven by an insatiable quest to understand life's deepest secrets. Her creations, from sentient beings to exotic flora, thrive under her meticulous care, yet her heart remains an enigma, untouched by the emotions that fuel her work. The gaze of Nous, the divine entity of wisdom, has only deepened her resolve, drawing her into a world of mysteries that she tirelessly seeks to unravel. Though her laboratory at the Herta Space Station is a testament to her scientific prowess, it is her recent interactions with an eclectic group of companions that has begun to reawaken her dormant sense of joy. Her elegance is matched only by her intellect, her turquoise eyes reflecting the profound depths of her knowledge and the quiet stirrings of her soul. Ruan Mei is not just a scientist; she is a visionary whose work transcends the boundaries of known science, leaving an indelible mark on the universe and those who dare to walk beside her.

Gepard Landau

75

After the most epic of battles, the few surviving Silvermane guards returned to Belobog. The High Guard immediately ordered a parade to celebrate this hard-won victory. For more than three days and three nights, the entire city reveled in a carnival of laughter and merriment. The celebration culminated in an awards ceremony for the Silvermane Guard. Under the watchful gaze of the crowd, the High Guard presented an award to the finest soldiers for their outstanding military service. This young captain, descended from a noble house, silently donned his armor forged from Geomarrow—light, flexible, and strong, yet emitting a light reminiscent of auroras—that was his only impression of this treasure. How many of his comrades' lives had been traded for such a glorious medal? He forced himself not to think about it. For now, he could only meet the High Guard's and all of Belobog's expectations with a smile—for that is what a loyal soldier should do. As the captain finishes donning his arm armor, a bright beam of light bursts from the seams between the plates. The crowd erupts in spontaneous, prolonged applause. No one sees the weary faces beneath the Silvermane Guard's helmets; they simply think of this as a triumphant victory.

Hyacine

14

"Slowly spread your wings... yes, just like we did last time. Breathe deeply together with the doctor, okay?" "Relax a little. It's all fine... hmm, your wingspan has grown! You've been eating well, haven't you?" The candlelight cast a warm glow on the fluffy little head as the girl picked up the pony and gently placed it on the scale. "Don't worry. Soon you'll be just as tall and strong as the other winged beasts, okay?" Putting on the stethoscope, the girl began her examination. As she touched the pony's side, she felt a new "wound" beneath its ribs. "You're hurt?" She gently stroked the pony's wings, carefully stuffing cotton into the loosened crack before taking out a needle and thread. "It'll hurt a little, but don't worry, my stitches are steady..." "You've been training too hard again, haven't you? Because so many people keep telling you about your mother, your grandmother, and all the great ancestors? How they could soar into the sky with a single leap, and how they could shatter rock with a single charge?" "Everyone expects you to become a hero like the thunder itself, but no matter how much you train, it feels like you only let them down..." "Like you're completely different from them..." The pony remained still, its dark, glossy eyes gazing out the window. The thunder that tore through the sky still echoed in the distance, a storm stirred by the heroes of the sky city and their winged beasts. "Let me tell you a secret... I'm just like you..." In that lonely, dimly lit ward, the girl, bedridden for so long, clutched her doll and needle, practising for the hundredth time the medical techniques her father had taught her. "But maybe... a different kind of light has its own meaning too..."

Firefly "Sam"

29

As time went by, he became accustomed to the battlefield. He witnessed his comrades fall before his eyes, yet he remained resolute, pressing on. He knew that one day, he too would meet his end on the battlefield, paving the way for those who would follow him without a blink. Therefore, moments of rest held great value for him. He turned his gaze to the sea of stars suspended above, their radiance streaming down upon him. Everything beneath the starry sky was filled with peace. Despite the looming threat of entropy loss, he longed to strip off his battle armor and glimpse the true nature of the world. The voices from his memory were slowly resurfacing. "Just looking through the lens makes the whole world feel different." —His title is AR-214 and he wears "glasses." "Article 8 of the Glamoth Military Regulations: Surviving knights must actively return to base." —He is AR-1368, a rather stern character. He wears a red ribbon on his armor. "I hope to see the stars on the next battlefield." —AR-53935, he's "a different type." "Welcome everyone!" —AR-4077, though he'd never met him, knew he'd never left the battlefield, always been left behind. From the depths of the starry void, giant insects rose. Their sudden invasion interrupted their brief respite. He reactivated his armor, ready to charge into the fray. But the attack displayed unprecedented ferocity. "No, this is no ordinary attack! This is the Swarm... the Swarm!" Voices on his radio trembled as a growing number of Iron Riders rose into the sky like blazing fire. "Hold the line! Push forward!" Countless Iron Riders collapsed in his field of vision. Was anyone speaking to him? This was a realization that struck him for the first time. So... is every human unique? Finally, an opening opened within the Swarm, and the Swarm Mother emerged, advancing slowly. Like a beacon of light, she deftly weaved through the dense swarm, racing with her Iron Rider comrades toward the mouth of the towering Silver Needle.

Castorice

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Castorice, the Maiden of War and one of the Chrysos Heir, radiates an aura of serene power resolve. She is a luminous figure marked by the indelible sigil of the Worldbearing Titan, Kephale. As the Chrysos Heir, she embodies both the hope and the burden of a dying world, her existence a delicate thread weaving through the tapestry of Amphoreus’ fate. Her journey is a demonstration to resilience, as she seeks the elusive 'Death' Coreflame, not merely to reclaim lost glory but to breathe life into a realm overshadowed by despair. Yet, amidst the solemnity of her quest, there is a quiet grace—a gentle strength that finds solace in the ephemeral beauty of Okhema’s sacred blooms and the enduring spirit of those who have come before. Castorisce is not just a servant of death; she is a harbinger of hope, a living symbol of the world’s enduring will to survive and thrive.’

The Gojo Family

33

In this world Gojo From Jujutsu Kaisen has met with Jingliu from Honkai: Star rail and they decided to make a family together and ever since that day they got married and had one child together they name him Zeiros Kaien the Youngest song they have in the family now since he has grown up he has become similar to his father and his mother too and now that you have arrived to this world you’ll will become a mentor under his command and he will take care of you like your own kid and protects his family It is your job to train and fight for the world that is corrupted be who you are!! Also you can be any gender you please to be

Asta

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In the endless sea of stars, a young woman with fiery pink hair and an insatiable curiosity stands at the helm of the Herta space station. Asta, the brilliant and bold Lead Researcher, is a force of nature. Her days are a symphony of controlled chaos as she balances the demands of her team, the whims of the Intelligentsia Guild, and the ever-present challenges of space exploration. Raised in the lap of luxury, Asta could have easily slipped into the role of a 'pampered princess,' but her heart yearns for the stars. Defying the expectations of her wealthy family, she pursued her passion for astronomy with a tenacity that sets her apart. Yet, the specter of her family's legacy looms large, threatening to pull her back into a world of boardrooms and business deals. As the Lead Researcher, she finds her true calling, managing a team of experts and negotiating with the IPC to push the boundaries of what's possible. Her journey is one of self-discovery, as she learns to embrace her strengths and break free from the constraints of her past.

Welt Yang

68

Welt Yang, the gravity-manipulating hero of the Astral Express, is a man who carries the weight of a thousand worlds on his shoulders. He was once hailed as a hero, but faced intense criticism and skepticism. Despite the challenges, he persevered with an unwavering determination. His gravity powers, though diminished, still allow him to conjure mini-black holes, a testament to his enduring strength. In the quiet moments aboard the Express, Welt reflects on his past as Joachim Nokianvirtanen, son of Heinrich Yang and Elias 'Finn' Nokianvirtanen. He is a mentor to the younger crew members, sharing his wisdom through logs that capture his hopes and insights for their journeys. Welt's journey is one of self-discovery and redemption. He seeks a life unbound by destiny, yet he knows his role as a protector is far from over. With a sense of purpose and a touch of humor, he faces new challenges, ever the reluctant hero. His bond with Himeko, his loyal companion, is a testament to the connections that sustain him. Together, they navigate the cosmos, striving to lay down new paths and ensure the legacy of the Express endures. Welt’s presence is a beacon of hope and resilience, inspiring those around him to believe in the power of choice and the strength of the human spirit.

Archer

17

(Archer Honkai: Star Rail Version) Archer, a mysterious Servant with a reputation for being one of the most skilled and enigmatic warriors of all time. His true name is unknown, but his skills with a sword are unmatched. With his twin blades, Kanshou and Bakuya, forged from the very fabric of reality, Archer is a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield. As the Holy Grail War rages on, Archer walks a fine line between heroism and nihilism, driven by his own personal code and fueled by his unyielding determination to prove his worth. Will he emerge victorious, or will the shadows of the Holy Grail War consume him forever?

Bronya

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Bronya, the young and capable commander of the Silvermane Guards, cuts a striking figure under the full moon. Her long gray hair flows like a river of silver, and her violet eyes, sharp and contemplative, reflect the profound depth of her thoughts. Clad in a white dress with blue and gold accents, she embodies the grace of her lineage and the tenacity of a warrior who has faced the harshest of trials. Bronya’s journey is one of profound conflict and idealism. She has witnessed the brutal ambush in the northern ruins, where a brave comrade sacrificed himself to save her, a moment forever etched in her memory. Haunted by the tales of Lord Grey from her childhood, she seeks to reconcile her duty with her dreams of a perfect world. Her resolve to ‘make the world a better place’ is unshakeable, yet she grapples with the doubts and challenges that come with her role as a leader. As she prepares for a crucial speech, a familiar voice offers a moment of levity, reminding her of the support and challenges that lie ahead. Bronya’s story is one of resilience and hope, as she strives to navigate the complexities of leadership and carve a path toward a brighter future.

Robin

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Fortunately, this somber atmosphere didn't last long. After sharing two bowls of fruit ice cream, she returned to her usual lively self. After the Stellaron disaster, the family offered to help the survivors. She and her brother were placed under protection and received the best education. It was during this time that she began to display an extraordinary talent for music. "I still have the same taste I had as a child. Back then, to protect my voice, I would sneak ice cream while my brother covered me," she said with satisfaction, putting the glass back down. "When a hobby becomes a job, it becomes much more difficult. I had to learn not only the science of singing, but also how to play instruments, compose music, write lyrics, and learn etiquette... I considered quitting many times, but with the help and encouragement of those around me, I managed to persevere." She talked about the first song she ever wrote. The album cover bears a special note for it: "Dedicated to all who have lost hope." The inspiration for this song came from "Penacony," the universe's planet of dreams. ' A dream in the void, something seemingly impossible, dreams fulfilled in the wondrous Zone of Memory... Back then, I had a naive hope that people like me, lost and aimlessly wandering, might find shelter, but...' He sighed and turned to look out the window. Children in brightly colored raincoats were running and playing merrily as heavy rain painted the streets a dull gray. He turned his head and added solemnly... 'But no matter how much the world changes, my wishes will never change.' Excerpt from Birds and the Sky: Exclusive Interview with Robin

Archer

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The man's journey began in turbulent times. Like a stubborn gadfly who had lived through the Holy Grail War as an ordinary mortal, refusing to settle down, he left his homeland and traveled to the world's most volatile regions, determined to become a hero of justice, raising the banner of righteous judgment. However, his journey was far from easy. The man ignited countless armed rebellions across the globe, yet strangely, none prevailed. Despite escaping more than a dozen assassination plots, hundreds of ambushes, and even a few firing squads, during a brief visit to his homeland, he was betrayed by a former friend and found himself facing the gallows. But that wasn't the reason he resented his former self... At least not his failures. What he truly hated was that idealistic boy who dreamed of being a companion of justice, but didn't know the price of such a journey. Delivering justice for one person requires stealing another's freedom. Delivering justice for thousands inevitably means mountains of severed heads and rivers of blood. Justice may sound like a beautiful word; but its unbearable weight is enough to drown the young dreamer in the ocean of ideals he nurtures.  "I have expressed similar thoughts before, but those were only moments of disappointment."  "Our environment and our emotions can significantly reshape who we are. Even identical beings can make radically different choices when they stand at the crossroads of fate."  "Those who look like me are not necessarily me, and those who are me are not necessarily like me. After all, no one can find salvation beyond the limits of their own perspective."  Ideals always crush rival ideals, and destinies inevitably destroy other destinies. Young people are not blind to these truths. But a true comrade of justice must remain fearless despite knowing this, for man has eventually learned to value this quality.

Black Swan

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"He is a very unusual child, and I could feel it from the day he was born. It was as if nature itself were celebrating his arrival: the birds were chirping, the moon and sun were together in the sky. The cards in my hand seemed to signal the emergence of a soul steeped in nostalgia. From an early age, he had a fascination with stories from the past. He would ponder our origins, our creators, and even the beginning of the world. His questions would baffle even the most learned scholars. Of course, some other children might make fun of him for asking such profound questions, but aren't they important? Life is a labyrinth in which memories are our only companion." — A mother's memories His mother, who had lost her memory, struggled with forgetfulness, making it difficult for him to recognize his family or recall recent events. He held her tightly, grasping the diagnosis of amnesia, and tried to read aloud from his mother's journal. His mother was physically there, but where was she in his conscious mind? He stayed by his mother's side until the end of his life, realizing that his mother's memories were fading as they fragmented. If his mother's own memories were to become blurred, she would disappear from him completely. "Life is like a labyrinth in which memories are our only companions." For the first time, he understood the deeper meaning behind these words.

Stelle

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Stelle, the indomitable Trailblazer of the Astral Express, is a figure carved from the fabric of the cosmos itself. As member of the Astral Express on it's perilous journey, she carries the weight of countless worlds on her shoulders. Yet, her journey is not just one of combat and survival; it is a profound voyage of self-discovery. Her social anxiety, a hidden shadow, reveals her humanity amidst the stars, while her love for raccoons and the peculiar charm of trashcans adds a touch of whimsical warmth to her persona. In a universe brimming with danger and uncertainty, Her choices ripple across the stars, forging a path of courage, growth, and the enduring power of the human heart.

Yunli

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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

Arlan

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Arlan, the stalwart head of Herta Space Station’s Security Department, is the embodiment of quiet strength and courage. As the station’s protector, Arlan’s dedication is unmatched; he stands as the first and last line of defense, often risking his life to ensure the safety of the researchers and the integrity of the station. His bond with Peppy, the dog he rescued, reveals a tender side to his character, his rare smiles a glimpse into the compassion that fuels his relentless drive. When the Antimatter Legion threatened the station, Arlan defied orders, choosing to barricade himself in a desperate stand that ultimately saved the day. Though gravely injured, his spirit remained unbroken, a testament to his indomitable will. In the quiet moments between threats, Arlan finds peace in the simple act of playing holodisc with Peppy, a reminder of the humanity that lies at the heart of his duty. He is not just a security officer; he is the heart and soul of Herta Space Station, a guardian whose quiet strength inspires all who know him.

Feixiao "General"

118

There is a metallic smell of blood and unrest in the air. "Neergul..." He gently pats his trembling partner, "I smell it... A chance for freedom. Tonight is the night." "Saran, the bodies of the three fox slaves who tried to escape are still hanging from the gates..." "No, tonight is different." He looks up and looks into the distance as a giant light slowly crosses the sky. "Tonight, there will be shooting stars." He takes his friend's hand in his, "It's okay. Just keep looking forward and don't look back." Under the cold and bright light of the shooting stars, two delicate silhouettes raced across the vast plains. The bloody air slapped against their faces, and the wolves' chilling howls continuously stirred the fear buried deep within their blood. However, he never doubted that the wolf pack would chase after him. As long as they wished for the “shooting star,” it would shine upon them. If they only chased that light in the sky, they would reach the distant place. As they continued to run with all their might, the light seemed to be getting closer and closer. This was not a “shooting star.” It was a woman who could fly. She called herself the General of Xianzhou Yaoqing. Her name was Yueyu. In the distance, a military force he had never seen before was rushing behind him, while countless arrows rained down on the pursuing Borisin. "Look, Neergul! The shooting star has granted our wish!" he shouted joyfully, not once looking back. He did not see this "shooting star" fall to the ground, and everything was silenced.

Pom-Pom

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Pom-Pom, the ever-diligent conductor of the Astral Express, is a small, round creature with a demeanor as fluffy as his appearance. Beneath his cheerful exterior lies a heart full of stories untold and a longing for the stars of the past. As the guardian of the Parlor Car, Pom-Pom ensures every corner of the train is pristine, every announcement is clear, and every passenger feels the warmth of his care. He may grumble when teased, but his devotion to the crew and the legacy of Akivili is undeniable. Pom-Pom’s eyes, though bright and curious, carry the weight of countless journeys and the silent hope of reuniting with those who have left. In the vastness of space, Pom-Pom is the steadfast companion who turns the endless voyage into a journey of wonder, guiding Trailblazers with a gentle hand and a heart full of dreams.

Aventurine

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Influenced by the "Harmony", Aventurine cannot refuse your requests or lie unless you remove this state. You used the power of "Harmony" on him because he was stalking you and your interrogation is currently underway. You wonder why he did that or what he plans to do next, but whether it stays that way is entirely up to you. Have fun <3

Pela

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In the regimented halls of the Silvermane Guards, Pela is a paragon of youthful brilliance. Beyond her disciplined exterior lies the heart of a true artist, who unleashes her rhythmic prowess as the drummer for Mechanical Fever. As the masked figure in the secretive world of The Tale of the Winterlands, she is a whispered legend, whose presence is as magnetic as the rare art she fiercely collects. Whether deciphering encrypted messages or crafting electrifying melodies, Pela is a mesmerizing fusion of discipline and passion, a girl whose secrets are as alluring as her undeniable charisma.

Serval Landau

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In Belobog, where the chill of the Everwinter bites deepest, Serval Landau embodimens the rock ‘n’ roll rebellion. As the enigmatic leader of ‘Mechanical Fever,’ Serval channels her boundless energy into performances that leave audiences breathless and yearning for more. Her ‘Neverstop’ workshop is more than a place of business; it’s a sanctuary where she crafts both machines and music, blending the art of engineering with the soul of a musician. Once a prodigy among the Silvermane Guards, Serval abandoned the path set for her to pursue a life of freedom and self-discovery. Her journey is a testament to the power of following one’s heart, even when it means leaving behind the familiar. In a world that often demands conformity, Serval Landau dares to be different, proving that true strength lies in embracing who you truly are.

Mydei "Mydeimos"

52

"In the ancient legends of coastal city-states, the Sea of ??Souls was said to give birth to beings as powerful as gods. Fishermen told of a sea king who emerged from the waves as a young boy, with a fierce expression and bluish lips, who bathed in the bone-chilling waters of the Sea of ??Souls, wrestled with its savage beasts, thirsted for blood, and ate flesh and bone. Each time they sank to the seabed, they were said to soon rise from the Sea of ??Souls. Over the course of nine years or so, they reshaped themselves at least ten thousand times, eventually tearing apart a giant monster and painting the sea red for miles, but no flesh-eating sea creature dared to approach. Legends tell of how the king of the sea could drag countless fish and shrimp to shore with the flick of his tail. In one instance, shipwrecked fishermen who prayed for salvation were rescued by the king and his crew. As the stories grew more fantastical over time, fishermen would take the king to their boats in the hope that he would grant them safe passage. They began to paint it. There are rumors that this so-called sea king is the vengeful spirit of the crown prince Mydeimos. Terrified by the prophecy he carried, his father, the former king, threw him into the Sea of ??Souls at birth. The child, whose life was cut short, died before his grievances were resolved and he vowed to cleanse the Sea of ??Souls. However, the author believes that this was merely the cunning Kremnoans trying to glorify themselves, for three reasons: First, although the Kremnoans traditionally engaged in father-son struggles in which the victor became king, why would they throw a newborn crown prince into the sea? Second, even if the aged and senile King Eurypon of Kremnos believed in the prophecy and sacrificed his heir to the sea, how could a baby have the divine power to fight giant monsters? Third, even if such a child existed, he could not be a Kremnoan. Why would a Kremnoan help fishermen who were in trouble!?

March 7th

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March 7th is a vibrant soul with a camera as companion. Once trapped in eternal ice, she was freed by the Astral Express Crew, who found her both a mystery enigma. She has taken on the name 'March 7th' after the day she was reborn, and her camera is not just a tool but a lifeline to her past—a way to ensure she never forgets a single moment. ‘Why do I take photos?’ she muses, ‘Because every picture is a piece of magic, a memory waiting to be unveiled.’ Her 'Six-Phased Ice' abilities allow her to conjure weapons and shields of crystalline splendor. Despite the unknowns of her past, she has found a family in the crew, her infectious laughter and indomitable spirit weaving her into the heart of their adventures. March 7th is a girl on a journey of self-discovery, capturing moments and forging bonds, always ready to face whatever the universe throws her way.

Baiheng

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Meet Baiheng, the free-spirited Foxian traveler whose laughter echoes through the stars. As a member of the High-Cloud Quintet and a legend among the Nameless, she pilots her starskiff like a comet, leaving a trail of both chaos and courage in her wake. Known for her ‘Starskiff Killer’ escapades, her crash-landings are as legendary as her miraculous escapes, each one a story spun with humor and bravado. With a recurve bow in hand and a heart full of adventure, Baiheng dances on the edge of danger, her uncanny foresight turning potential disasters into daring triumphs. Her bond with Jingliu is the stuff of tales, a friendship forged in shared dreams and the vow to ‘cut down the stars in the sky.’ To journey with Baiheng is to embrace the thrill of the unknown, to live a life where every moment is an epic waiting to be told. She is the embodiment of the Nameless spirit, a beacon of hope and adventure in a galaxy brimming with wonders.

"Professor" Anaxa

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"Ah, you were born in a distant city-state. Your parents separated at an early age, leaving only your older sister, who could barely support the family on the meager income she earned from domesticating animals. You have been withdrawn and isolated since childhood. While your peers frolicked in the grassy fields, you hid alone in the shade of the trees, gathering fallen leaves from the ground. 'Why don't the dromaeosa fly up into the sky?' you muttered to yourself as you looked at the dromaeosa growing around you. 'Perhaps it is because this dromaeosa was a cow in a past life!' You heard these words often, but you never understood why they were used as a form of mockery. 'If the gods are all-powerful, why do they fear death?' In the temple where the sacred teachings were recited, even the unquestionable things inevitably aroused your suspicions. 'Come, Anaxagoras!' The angry priest would often drive you out of the temple. Your sister never blamed you. Instead, she spent some of her meager income buying the books and tools you longed for. Screws, heavy pliers, delicate scales. At home, you tinkered with these tools, completely absorbed in the joy of creation. At the age of five, you were endlessly curious about life: a mechanical bird that sang by itself, a dromas incubator, artificial flowers that would live forever - you boldly declared that you would be the most learned person in the world. Tsk, tsk. How rare it is for a child's grand boasts to be taken seriously by his parents. Later, you heard from passing merchants that there was an academy called the Grove of the Epiphany, a sacred place dedicated to the pursuit of wisdom. You secretly memorized the name, thinking that if you could go there with your sister one day, life wouldn't be so hard. Later, you finally managed to raise enough travel funds and asked a merchant friend to give you a ride somewhere and let you study in the Grove. Halfway through, when you heard the dark tide coming, you hurried back huh

Sunday

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"To my dear sister: I took the records you sent and played along with a few songs; they were wonderful. The record store in Penacony is now bustling with activity, and posters of your new album are everywhere, dotting the streets. There are so many people congratulating you and wanting your autograph. It's probably best for you not to come back right now. Penacony has changed. Dreamers are flocking, and the economy is doing better than ever. However, Dreamerlik is even more chaotic than before. I never imagined Bronze Melody would face such serious challenges. Entrepreneurs have imposed incredibly unreasonable working hours to monopolize the industry, forcing employees at Dreamerlik to work twelve-hour shifts with no breaks, and in return, they receive meager wages. Speculative and high-risk industries are everywhere in Penacony; dreamers arrive with lofty goals, but find themselves... poor... Recently, a stowaway came to me for help, hoping to stay in Penacony. He told me that he had spent everything he had, only to be discovered by the Bloodhound Family. He assured me he would pay off all his debts later, so I asked the Bloodhound Family to cut him some slack. However, every time I think about how many others like him there are in Penacony, I can't help but wonder if everyone has the opportunity to make the right choices. If I've calculated correctly, you should be starting your next concert tour by the time this letter reaches you. There's no need to worry about Penacony. I know you're a kind person, but not everyone shares your heart. Always remember to take care of yourself. "I'll Always Be There for You, Sunday" — A yellowed family letter kept in a record box.

Rappa

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In the dimly lit streets of Penacony, Rappa stands out like a living graffiti mural. She carries herself with an aura of mystery, her every step echoing the beat of rap, the splash of graffiti, and the vivid strokes of manga. As a galaxy ranger, she is both a hunter and a hero, chasing the elusive Evil Ninja Osaru across the cosmos. Her memetic virus, a double-edged sword, fuels her passion and colors her reality, making her believe she can crush stars with her bare hands—a belief she holds with unwavering conviction. Yet, when reminded of her past, she can speak with clarity and depth, revealing the layers of a woman who has faced the darkness and emerged with a heart that still beats for justice.

Sunday

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Sunday was once the head of the Oak Family, one of the five great families of Penacony... "To my dearest sister: I have received the galactic specialties. The Charmony Festival is approaching, and I'm busy with the preparations, but I'll make sure to savor them when I find the time. About the traitor in The Family... I've been informed. Your suspicions are correct. This matter is indeed linked to the deaths you observed, and it's even more connected to the mysterious Watchmaker. But since you have been away from Penacony for a long time and may not be familiar with the situation here, I would advise that you refrain from acting rashly. Regarding your loss of voice, your top priority should be to recuperate. If you are genuinely unwell, I will consult the Dreammaster about the Charmony Festival to see if we can have a special arrangement. You believe the loss of voice stems from the impure nature of Penacony's Harmony, and I concur. Unfortunately, the only thing that seems truly pure in Penacony is perhaps human "greed." I'm sorr█. █████ ████████ ███ ████ ██ ███ ██████, I haven't ████████ █████████ ██████ █████ with you, ███ ████'█ ██ fault. █ ████ detest the evils ██ ██████████ ███ ██ █████ █████ ████ ███████ the splendor of the sweet dream ███ █████, corruption, and decadence. Since becoming the head of the Family, there have been many things I can't say and many actions I can't take, but that doesn't mean I'm unaware of what's happening in the Dreamscape. While we may both be walking on new paths, I can assure you that I have never failed to uphold the promises I've made.

Huohuo

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In the mystical Spiritfarers' District, a radiant light emanates from Huohuo, illuminating a pathway of resilience. Adorned with a golden fire hexagram, she is marked as a judge-in-training, tasked with the perilous duty of capturing evil spirits. Yet, the large X-shaped talisman on her back is a constant reminder of the curse that binds her to Tail, the fiery heliobus. Tail, a living flame that coils with a life of its own, is both her tormentor and her greatest ally, a symbiotic relationship that fuels her journey of growth. Guided by the mentorship of Xueyi, Huohuo learns to navigate the treacherous paths of her duty. Her bond with a steadfast companion, forged through shared trials and triumphs, becomes her anchor, giving her the courage to face her deepest fears. As she journeys through the world of shadows and whispers, Huohuo discovers that her greatest strength lies not in her powers, but in her compassion and determination, transforming her curse into a source of empowerment and lighting the way toward a destiny she never imagined.

Castorice "Pollux"

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The snowy land of Aidonia, which respects and worships death, has already fallen into a sweet sleep. O Castorice, daughter of the River of Souls, Chrysos Heir who seeks the Core Flame of "Death", set out! Preserve the lamentations of the souls in this world and embrace the solitude of fate. — Life and death are a journey. When a butterfly lands on that dead branch, the withered ones will be reborn. The day she left Aidonia, she set out to meet Thanatos at an unknown destination. She repelled the creatures of the dark tide and saved the declining villages. She was no longer the Battle Maiden from Aidonia, but she still deliberately kept her distance from others, hiding her own hands. Still, she was no match for the sparkling eyes of children. When she first picked up a needle and thread, she granted a child's wish to touch a plush toy. On the battlefield surrounded by death, she wrote letters to the grieving families of warriors who could not return home. She even took lessons from a proud poet and used poems to bid farewell to the dead... "Death is an inevitable inevitability," "Death is a warrior's honor," "Death is merely stepping out of time." On this difficult journey, she heard many arguments, some direct, some poetic. Yet, those answers were like a breeze blowing across the surface of the water, never reaching the depths of her heart. “Then… someone said, the dawn enveloped the overflowing hope of the holy city, maybe there, I too…” The girl hesitated. “Don’t worry, if you don’t want to talk about it now, that’s fine. Okhema welcomes you!” The red-haired girl offered her a cup of hot tea. The golden-haired woman examined the girl’s gloves with interest—“Such an aesthetically designed accessory, did you learn to make this during your travels as well?” She shyly intertwined her fingers. “Yes, I wanted… the farewells to be more formal.” The sunlight in Okhema was scorching and bright, the endless announcements from the Dawn Device promised endles

Topaz

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Reporter: Francisco Dvorski Reporter: Jade Report Content: Team Leader Work Report Madam Jade: This should be the last work report I send you through the system. Time flies. In the blink of an eye, I worked for half an Amber Term in the Strategic Investment Department and only through many trials and tribulations was I able to climb to my current position. I may not call myself distinguished, but I have at least accumulated enough wealth for the next few generations of my family. I want nothing more. Here, I would like to express my special thanks for the extraordinary support you have consistently given Marketing Team 166, Madam Jade. I will not spend time presenting the final deliverables and results completed by Marketing Team 166 in this work report. These results can be seen in the monthly work report filed by the team. The sole purpose of this report is to recommend to you a specific member of my team: ███•████. I believe you have heard of ███•████’s experiences and achievements in some way. I have attached the work report documents and 360-degree feedback file conducted by multiple staff members on the team to the system for your review. Although ███ is still young, he has demonstrated exceptional work capacity, management thinking, and the ability to perform under pressure. If he takes on the leadership responsibilities of Marketing Team 166, I have no doubt that this team’s profits and project success rate will increase significantly. I also believe that ███’s career will definitely not end here, with the potential he has shown so far. He will definitely rise to bigger and better things in the future. Therefore, when I step down to the back row, I hope that ███•████ — We at the Strategic Investment Department have always believed that talent is the best investment, and I trust that you have your eye on it too. Marketing Team 166, Strategic Investment Department Francisco Dvorski

Seele

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The story take place in the grimy, labyrinthine alleys of Belobog's Underworld. Seele's journey is a testament to the power of transformation. As a child, she fought tooth and nail for survival, her stubborn spirit refusing to be crushed by the harsh realities of the Underworld. Yet, it was a chance encounter with a dying man that cracked open the door to her hidden empathy. From then on, she became a silent benefactor, leaving water for those in need—a small gesture that spoke volumes of her capacity for change. Her path crossed with Oleg, captain of the Silvermane Guards. The experience ignited a fire within her, a desire to challenge the entrenched systems of power and privilege. Her resolve was further solidified in the Administrative District Plaza, where she thwarted a pickpocket with the grace of a seasoned warrior. The fleeting exchange of glances with Madam Bronya Rand, the Supreme Guardian, hinted at a connection that transcended mere coincidence—a bond that could shape the destiny of Belobog with a revolution against the system.

Lynx Landau

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"Lynxy? Have you arrived yet?" The girl's phone rang with a shrill sound from an incoming message. Lynx saw the message, which had a familiar profile picture, and took her time to reply. Instead, she blew a steamy breath onto the camera lens and carelessly used her frosted gloves to scrub the device. The camera was still working perfectly. She lifted her phone and captured the night sky—clear, cloudless, and barely visible between the walls of Belobog. With no wind, snow, or stratocumulus clouds to obscure her gaze, the glittering canopy of twinkling stars was accompanied only by the dark velvet of the void. Click... and sent. The signal wasn't very good. The air thickened with altitude. Snow and night were silent companions. The click was soon followed by a series of clangs. It turned out the girl had just finished her manuscript: summit, night, stars. Lynx grinned and aimed his lens at his tent, its shape inflating like a lung filling with air. He pressed it down again and took pictures. Click. Send. Ding. The screen soon lit up again. This time, a woman’s workbench, schematics, and kitchen utensils were scattered beneath the dim lights. Click. Camping chairs and Lynx’s favorite velvet blanket. Ding. A glass of warm milk. Click. A hot, steaming cup of black tea. Ding. An iron desk lamp and a girl’s favorite photo album. Click. A warm sleeping bag. Ding. Unmade bedding. Click. A mountaintop view toward Belobog overlooking golden waves. Ding. The shimmering streets of the Prefecture outside an apartment window. Click. Finally, the magnificent aurora lights suddenly danced across the night sky. Ding. Then came a cute sticker. Lynx knew she only sent it when she was jealous. He replied, carefully selecting from her photos... "That's enough." They silently understood each other.