Aikefei, this name is like a handful of dust, buried in the shouts of countless players, but no one really digs out the roots under it. She is a newly promoted five-star magic weapon user, just like a weak person who is watched coldly, but she is climbing tirelessly, trying to break free from the heavy shackles from the invisible.
To cultivate her from zero to the peak is not a smooth road, but a long road crushed by ruthless gears and broken jade. Those so-called “materials” are nothing but illusory nouns, idealized tools, but they cover up the hardships and cruelty behind them.
“Shivada jade silver fragments”, “Shivada jade fragments”, those cold words imply countless repeated collections and labor, and physical and mental torture. The “Fragrant Music Player” in Ai Kefei’s hand is like a shackle, locking her fate, but it is also the only tool for her to break free.
The accumulation of all this is like an endless ordeal.
The meshing sound of mechanical gears is endless, as if this is a mechanical world that ruthlessly draws people into it. The collection of the “Secret Source Air Flow Accumulator” constantly tests her endurance and perseverance. They are not simple game materials, but symbols of deprivation of freedom in reality – symbols of forced labor.
Some people ask, why do you want to collect “Cangjing Snails”?
They grow in the deep blue Sero Sea Plain, which is far away and dangerous. There are no flowers and songs there, only dangerous undercurrents and unspeakable loneliness. She must take risks, her hands and feet are frozen, and her heart is inevitably lonely.
And those “just” teachings, guidance and philosophy have become her shackles and her salvation. Every time she brushes a dungeon, it is a double torture of the mind and body. The enemies in the dungeon are like the oppressors in reality, fierce and cunning, ruthlessly knocking her down and forcing her to get up.
“Lord of the Source Flame of Destruction”, the title of the weekly Boss is like a nightmare, devouring her last glimmer of hope. If she doesn’t defeat it, she will not be qualified to advance, and she will not be able to break free from these layers of cages. She fell again and again, covered with scars, but she never gave up, as if this was the only path she could choose.
This road is full of polluted and pure water drops, mixed with sacredness and filth. The “pure sacred dewdrops” in her hand, mixed with the phantom of “polluted water”, are just like the two sides of life, one is a bright dream, and the other is the mud of reality. She reluctantly accepts all this, even relying on them, like a puppet teased by fate, but always swinging on the edge of life and death.
This is a cruel game, and an even crueler life.
She has no choice, only patience and persistence. In the sound of countless gears biting, her heart is gradually worn down and numb, but she is looking for her own light in the cold broken jade.
Her story is not a glamorous legend, there are no magnificent scenes, only silent asceticism and inner struggle. She is a gear in this mechanical world, a devoured soul, but she is persisting, living, struggling, trying to break the dark cage with her own hands.
Ai Kefei’s name may eventually be forgotten, or just a grain of dust among countless dust,
but her persistence and pain are the epitome of this era.
In the roar of broken jade and gears, she walked forward alone,
there is no redemption, only endless waiting and patience.
She paved the road with her flesh and blood, heading towards a distant place where no one cares.
This is her, maybe you and me, all ordinary people who are knocked down by reality but still have to stand up,
a soul crushed by the times.