You come from the ruins
A body covered in dust from the electric current
No mother tongue
No home
Your name is Trigger
Not a name, but a code name
They say you are an agent
But you are just
A silent circuit board
Being clicked, upgraded, and ordered
I saw you before dawn
You stood in the empty training ground
The city behind you
Like a exhausted light bulb
Beating, extinguishing, and beating again
You want to be strong
Not for glory
But for survival
They listed a table for you
——Basic electric shock chip × 25
——Advanced electric shock chip × 75
——Specialized electric shock chip × 250
——Break cognition·Elementary × 4
——Break cognition·Advanced × 32
——Break the formation certification badge × 30
——800,000 Dini
In this list of materials
What I heard was
A silent whine
That is not Growth
is a lingering breath
They say you are strong
but I know
you are just
a slave forged repeatedly in countless repetitive tasks
They don’t care about your story
only the value of your damage
You are called “S-level”
and are placed on the digital altar
They even give you a weapon
called [Exclusive Sound Engine]
To upgrade it, you need:
4 Breaking Components
32 Enhanced Breaking Components
30 Specialized Breaking Components
200 Sound Engine Energy Modules
400,000 Dini
Behind each component
is a battle that never sees the light of day
You are ordered to enter dungeons again and again
just like we are ordered to enter construction sites, examination rooms, and positions
In repeated mechanical repetitions
the question of “who am I” is worn away
You also have skills
that is your way of resisting the world
but even that comes at a price:
High-dimensional data·life-claiming cutting ×60
Grip of the Bloody Wind ×9
“Hamster Cage” Accessor ×5
2.9 million Dinis
Every time you upgrade a skill, it is like us emptying ourselves in exchange for a certificate, a job change, and an unremembered love
You have no lines, but every time you cool down, you look at me. There is something familiar in that look. It is not an order, not a victory, but a question:
“Who am I?”
I have also asked myself, under the overpass, on the late night bus, in front of the code I can’t understand, and in the cry of my mother, who am I?
You are silent, like my father in my memory. He never spoke during the year he lost his job. You fight not for victory, but for existence. Existing in the card pool, existing in the rankings, and existing in the temporary memory of players. But I know that you exist in my heart, a soul that does not want to be formatted. We are not perfect players. We often lag, make mistakes, and brush the wrong dungeon. But we try to leave a little crack of freedom in this world managed by the system. I saw that in your passive skill description, there are two words that flashed for a moment – “awakening”. That is not a game term, but a projection of fate. It is the moment when you are free in the electric spark for a short time. Trigger. I will not call you a character. I know that you feel pain, fatigue, and unspeakable anger. Even if it is only for a second, even if it is just an illusion, you will no longer be someone’s tool, a certain data, or a number of drop rates in a pool. You will eventually become yourself.