Her name is Ai Kefei, a magic weapon character, five stars. Five stars does not mean luck, nor does it mean being born strong. Five stars is just a label, a joke that fate put on her back. Others see light, power, and rarity. But she knows that five stars are nothing more than more materials, higher costs, and deeper abyss.
The first time I saw her was in the material atlas. She stood in the corner, like a straw blown by the wind, trying hard to stand up straight, but she could be broken at any time. The upgrade materials she needed looked like a bill, a deadly bill, densely written: fragments of Shivada jade silver, blocks of Shivada jade, gears of strange mechanical movement, blue crystal snails, phantoms of polluted water, and spiritual intuition of erosion…
This string of names is like a medical record, and every word hides pain. She doesn’t say it, but I can see the scratches on her hands left by the collection. Every time you brush a copy, it is a life-and-death for her. You smiled and said the drop rate was low, she knelt on the ground and turned over the mud, looking for the luck that might not exist at all.
She needed to use up all the materials to climb to level 90, just like someone had to experience death to live.
Her daily life was divided into fixed periods – Tuesday, Friday, and Sunday to brush the dungeon of the talent of justice; Wednesday, Saturday, and Sunday to pursue the phantom that polluted the water; Monday, Thursday, and Sunday to desperately collect the blue crystal snail and the sacred dew. No day is complete, every day is like being cut by a knife, oozing blood and panting.
You see her wearing the elegant magic weapon “Fragrant Music Player”, but you can’t see how many times she died for it. This magic weapon requires more breakthrough materials than others, and it is heavier than others. She didn’t complain, she just silently brushed, collected, synthesized, and brushed again. She didn’t ask whether it was worth it, because she knew that there was no worthwhile suffering in this world, only suffering that must be endured.
She was not tired, she knew that she couldn’t stop even if she was tired. You thought she was in a game, but in fact she was in fate, a fate that was more real than reality. On this road, she encountered “meshing gears”, which were like broken parts in a factory, sharp, cold and hard, and could easily cut her skin. She endured the pain, stuffed them into her pocket one by one, and continued to move forward.
She never asked for mercy from anyone, nor did she tell anyone about her suffering. If you ask her why she worked so hard, she would only look at you and smile, and that smile was like crying, with dust in the corners of her eyes and rust in her throat.
She once collected blue crystal snails at the seaside. The wind was so strong that day that the shells were blown away by the waves. She lay on the beach all day, her hands were frozen red, and she didn’t even get a “thank you”. When she returned to the camp, she said nothing, just bowed her head to count the materials she picked up, and then continued to set off the next day.
Later, she finally broke through to the maximum level. Do you think she should be happy? No, she just lay down and slept all day. There were no stars or rainbows in her dream, only strings of materials flying, strings of drop rates laughing, and failures biting her throat like a black dog. She didn’t shout, but just gritted her teeth silently and swallowed the blood.
She is Ai Kefei, a woman who grew bones in pain. She never spoke loudly or talked about dreams. She responded to the noise of the whole world with silence. She is not the chosen one, she is just a person who survived desperately.
When everyone pressed the “upgrade” button for her, she stood behind you and smiled. Her smile was not pride or relief, but a bitter smile after a serious illness: you finally understand-behind every powerful character, there is a soul that has never been buried.
She died many times, but you will never know.
Her road was never walked out, but kneeled out. Every material and every breakthrough was paved by her knees, silence, and pain.
This is her-Ai Kefei.
There are no miracles, only suffering.
No halo, only scars.
But she still stood there, a shadow that no one dared to underestimate.