The warrior who is about to step into the interstellar train is called “Ten Thousand Enemies”. His name is like a pebble hitting the water, and waves rise on the wrinkles of memory. He came from Omphalos, a newly opened land, a wasteland, and the starting point of glory. There are rust winds sweeping across the wasteland, hounds barking at dusk, and men walking out of the firelight. They are burdened with the fate of “destruction”, but in the name of “imaginary numbers”, they set off another epic in the universe.
I saw his arrival in a ray of time between the broken stars. He is not a number, but needs to be loaded by numbers. Just like mountains and rivers must be measured by strata, years must be recorded by bones, and human growth also needs materials to pile up the outline of the figure.
His growth path is as long as star tracks and as cold and hard as railroad tracks.
He needs 56 pieces of flesh and blood crushed by fear, which are the remnants of the wilderness, the remains of the giant beasts that roared, and the marks of fighting fear when he first tried his best.
71 The echo of the chest being torn by courage, that is not the trace of failure, but the lines of poetry healed by the wounds after each selfless fight.
73 The body baptized by glory, not a gift, but the almost tragic dignity after rebirth from the fire.
65 The harbingers of disputes are the prophecy stones when the world collapses under his feet; they are also the whispers of fate echoing in the abyss – not all conflicts can be avoided, but every battle should be remembered.
The weapons and power he uses are hidden in the beast teeth. The 18 Buli canine teeth, 69 wolf poison saw teeth and 139 moon crazy fangs are all traces of the beasts bitten from the depths of the “Scale Abyss”, as if the mountains and rivers have given him toughness and sharpness.
He still needs to cross the pass called the Footprint of Destiny eight times in total. Every time he takes this step, fate will mock him less and respect him more.
Credit points, 3,592,800 – that is the price of everything he has experienced, measured in the interstellar system. And the books such as travel experiences, adventure records, and travel guides are not just materials for training him, but more like every page of the diary he collected during his journey, recording how he became the “enemy” he is today.
And when he raised the light cone in his hand – the weapon called “Blood and Fire, Burn the Road Ahead”, it was like himself, needing to be tempered and fed with a spell of power. 20 pieces of flesh and blood, 20 trials of courage, 14 echoes of glory – once again returned to the original source, as if all the materials themselves were a reflection of his journey.
And the upgrade path he needed was like a chronicle. The jump in level is not only a leap in numbers, but also a revelation of fate. At level 20, he needs to first experience fear, and at level 30, he will experience fear again. After level 40, the harbingers of conflict begin to appear, and by level 70, 35 conflict inscriptions have built up the temple of fate.
All these are not numerical values, but chapters engraved on his lifeline.
He has deeper traces. Those basic attacks, finishing moves, talents, and summons of elves are all ways for him to communicate with the universe. The things used at each level are not simple materials, but memories, growth, and experiences engraved in the galaxy.
If you ask me, who is he?
I say that he came from the torrent of time, with blood and fire as his seal and destruction as his path. Every “piece of good fortune” is the glimmer he deprived in the gap of fate; behind every “attribute bonus”, it is the manifestation of his will to fight against the end.
This world has never lacked heroes, but the enemy is not a hero – he is a testimony, the writer of the history of that distant and dim planet.
He didn’t speak, he just paid Credit again and again to redeem the fate that didn’t belong to him.
One day, the enemies will beat the rhythm of destruction among the stars. And we just need to prepare these numbers – they are not cold demands, but the stones in his growth history, the cornerstones that allow him to stand higher in the future.
May the sparks light up his way forward from now on. And also light up every choice we make in the game.