Firefly_Srtools/data/relics.en.json

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  "101": {
    "Name": "Passerby of Wandering Cloud",
    "Icon": "SpriteOutput/ItemIcon/71000.png",
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      "31011": {
        "Name": "Passerby's Rejuvenated Wooden Hairstick",
        "Desc": "A withered twig that was used as a hairstick, with new flower buds sprouting on the end. Now, the past is long gone, and the stick inlaid with parcel-gilt flower buds commemorates the beginning of a new life.",
        "Story": "A distant and yet familiar feeling of nervousness wrapped around him, sharp and distinct with phantom pain, as the unnamed woke from his long and deep slumber. His past was shattered into razor-edged shards, and he forgot even his own name.\\n\\nWandering aimlessly, he drank melted snow to quench his thirst, hunted wild beasts to fill his stomach, and chopped a withered branch to use as a wooden hair-stick to fasten his flowing hair.\\n\\nLike the incessantly flowing stream of a mountain spring, his long, black hair never ceased growing. His flesh twitched and throbbed beneath his skin, like river carps flipping and swarming... Fascinating powers ceaselessly reconstructed his body, bringing an everlasting pain of bones and tendons rupturing and healing. As countless phantom agonies and torments tore through his body, his shattered past was also beginning to come together... As he glanced at his own reflection in the water, the story of that tragedy gradually cleared in his mind.\\n\\nWhen the face in the reflection was no longer a stranger's, the unnamed suddenly realized the dead branch was sprouting flower buds.\\n\\nEpiphany struck him like lightning. The curse of immortality still raged on, and the grudge of past misgivings never died out. HE was now the newborn flower on this once-dead branch."
      },
      "31012": {
        "Name": "Passerby's Roaming Dragon Bracer",
        "Desc": "Bracers made from flowing coral gold and the leather of unknown beasts. Only master artisans from the Vidyadhara dragon race can create this kind of superior armor.",
        "Story": "It seems that pairs of objects have telepathic connections with each other. Though the unnamed only had one bracer in his possession, his fingertips could still faintly feel the temperature from the other.\\n\\nHe closed his eyes, trying his best to extract any information about the other bracer from the tenuous connection, be it its location or master.\\n\\nA slender yet strong hand once wore the other bracer. That owner, whose sharp spear glinted with a cold light and flourished like shooting stars, once sparred with the unnamed. That owner also once shared company and drinks with the unnamed, the two of them simply gazing at the moon with no words exchanged. However, in the end, it was also this person who stubbornly adhered to their plans with the unnamed, turned the beloved into a monstrosity, and pushed all into an abyss of eternal hatred and remorse.\\n\\nPairs of objects are destined for an eventual reunion. The long years of grudges and hatred between them should be savored, like ice-cold aged liquor, one slow sip after another until the bottle of resentment is finally empty.\\n\\nWould the wearer of the other bracer feel the same? The unnamed didn't want to know."
      },
      "31013": {
        "Name": "Passerby's Ragged Embroided Coat",
        "Desc": "An old coat with a ragged hemline. The embroidery has been ruined by blade marks. Flesh heals quickly, but a coat does not, nor does a person's pain.",
        "Story": "The unnamed roamed everywhere in his exile like a walking corpse, until a woman in sunglasses and a person wearing colossal armor stood in his way. Before they could extend their invitation, the unnamed had already unsheathed his sword in refusal. After an exchange of blows, the smiling woman offered a deal that the unnamed could not refuse.\\n\\nThe unnamed accepted the deal, obtained a new identity, and went back to the world of civilization and order.\\n\\nThe unnamed was brought into a tailor's shop, where his sizes were measured, and presentable clothes were custom-made... People even dressed his hair, groomed his face, and made him regain his old appearance. In a trance, he began to lose track of time. In hazy memories of the olden days, he finally made up his mind to gift his bosom friend with his hand-made jade flask, only to realize with a shock that the person he longed for was no longer there.\\n\\nHe realized that everything he relied on to walk this earth — this body, this life, this love and hatred, and even this set of clothes — were just loaned items.\\n\\nHe will repay all of them in full, then draw his last breath."
      },
      "31014": {
        "Name": "Passerby's Stygian Hiking Boots",
        "Desc": "A durable pair of boots that have left shoe-prints on many worlds and have witnessed many lethal situations.",
        "Story": "The unnamed followed the slave's orders and traveled to the other side of the sky with his new companions. He walked with bewilderment and hatred among countless worlds, often finding himself in grave crises of life and death.\\n\\nHe had long forgotten the joy of creation, lost in his hurries from one battlefield to the next.\\n\\nIn his past battles, he had sustained an innumerable number of sword slashes and cuts. In his past defeats, his body was splintered and smashed into pieces over and over again. His opponent would always end the battle with one finishing move right through his heart. And now, all those masterly sword moves that had induced his numerous scars were forever imprinted in his memory, and his martial prowess was refined in countless lethal encounters. The unnamed wielded his sword and slashed his way through obstacles for his allies. Wherever he fell, he rose right up, over and over again. He seemed to have let go of all his hatred in his dedication to the sword dance.\\n\\nThe slave promised to bring an eternal end and a final funeral to the unnamed's life and to everything he had ever hated. The unnamed nodded, put his sword back in its sheath, then raced to the next world.\\n\\nIf life could be deemed as a continuous journey, then the unnamed wishes to step over the pool of blood made of all whom he deeply resented before reaching his own end."
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  "102": {
    "Name": "Musketeer of Wild Wheat",
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      "31021": {
        "Name": "Musketeer's Wild Wheat Felt Hat",
        "Desc": "A cowboy hat decorated with wild wheat — a mark of the legendary Musketeer Oakley.",
        "Story": "Oakley inherited this felt hat from her deceased father. Now that she tucked ears of wheat into the hat as ornaments, it looked much cuter than before. Bounty hunters, whether intentionally or not, always sought to craft emblems of their own, in the hope that these items could one day become the beginning of great legends.\\n\\nThe Interastral Peace Corporation offered bounties to enlist experts of the highest caliber to hunt down Interastral Pirates and Oakley, as one who always worked alone, forever sought out the most challenging regions of desolation among the farthest reaches of the world.\\n\\nDays under the scorching hot sun were coupled with bitterly cold nights. In her lonely odyssey, Oakley could fall asleep with her head pillowed on her felt hat whenever she was near a bonfire. All her dreams were intruded by a mysterious gunslinger, who claimed to be a bounty hunter from afar. His scrawny figure was in sharp contrast with his fiercely stern gaze. The gunslinger challenged Oakley's father to a duel to the death at high noon. Shots were fired, a felt-hat was dropped, and Oakley's father was falling backwards to the ground, followed by the sounds of weeping and wailing from Oakley's mother...\\n\\nLittle Oakley gawked at the gunslinger in stupor, whose aptitude with a gun was so superb that her father could never stand a chance.\\n\\nWaking up, there would be traces of damp tears on Oakley's felt hat. As a child, she learned how to shoot a gun only because she had wanted her father's handsome and stylish hat."
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      "31022": {
        "Name": "Musketeer's Coarse Leather Gloves",
        "Desc": "A pair of leather gloves with partially cracked surfaces. The part where one holds a gun is particularly worn out.",
        "Story": "Young Oakley practiced and practiced. She trained in the ranch from dawn to dusk. At times, her father felt surreptitiously surprised by and proud of little Oakley's talents, while other times he fretted over her future living the life of a musketeer.\\n\\nOakley's mother seemed to be the only one who actually cared and felt for young Oakley's tender little hands, often blaming Oakley's father for teaching her how to fire a gun.\\n\\nFrom the time of that fateful duel to the time when she scored her first ever bounty earning much of her later fame, Oakley had used the same pair of worn gloves for years. Her peers didn't understand her insistence on wearing the same pair of broken gloves — Only she knew the conflicting emotions within those gloves, for they were the parting gifts her mother gave her.\\n\\nWhat sort of emotional struggles must Oakley's mother have gone through, when she had been so stubbornly opposed to Oakley learning her way around guns?\\n\\nAfter that duel, her mother wept unceasingly in Oakley's arms. Oakley didn't say anything, but her mother had already read Oakley's thoughts."
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      "31023": {
        "Name": "Musketeer's Wind-Hunting Shawl",
        "Desc": "A knitted cape in an ethnic style, lined with bulletproof fibers.",
        "Story": "A musketeer should never show their opening first when dueling. Oakley could discreetly load bullets into the chamber and lock onto the mark without alarming her targets. For any onlookers, her loose-fitting cloak never moved one inch until the shot was fired. No one could figure out how she did it.\\n\\n\"Intricate moves should be done under the cover of the cloak. The duel must be over before the bullet had left the gun.\" Her father repeatedly emphasized.\\n\\nAfter accidentally encountering a group of armed bandits, Oakley calmly steadied herself and observed the situation. Before pulling out her gun, she had remained upright like a mountain rock that had not been moved in centuries. She finished all her preparations before the bandits could even move a finger. After a round of clear-sounding shots, Oakley intentionally let go of one bandit to send out a warning to the whole cohort.\\n\\nThoughtless, expressionless, often leaving her opponents with no hope of ever defeating her — that was how her fellow bounty hunters viewed Oakley.\\n\\nWhile dueling, Oakley was more like that one mysterious intruding gunslinger in her dreams, with her brisk and clean shots and not a single superfluous move. She couldn't help but resent her own self when she realized that she was becoming more and more like her nemesis."
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      "31024": {
        "Name": "Musketeer's Rivets Riding Boots",
        "Desc": "These riding boots have a V-shaped cutout. Appearing casual and loose, they are also very comfortable to wear.",
        "Story": "The journey was long and arduous, but Oakley was long used to such loneliness. She was always wearing her riding boots to march to the farthest reaches of the world, regardless of how meager a pay she would get.\\n\\nShe had a hunch — that mysterious gunslinger must also be a man of seclusion. Their encounter would inevitably occur at a place frequented by few.\\n\\nAfter coming by a harmonica, Oakley spent most of her alone time on intermittent practicing of songs. Her audience? No one but tarantulas, sandstorms, and tumbleweeds. Through her journey, Oakley was becoming better at coming up with techniques to kill time. It was said that wind had once stood and listened to Oakley's play on the harmonica, only leaving when the whole song came to an end. The IPC offered bounty hunters plenty of opportunities for interstellar traveling, and the destination was never a concern for this particular lone musketeer.\\n\\nSometimes Oakley did wonder if she was just chasing a phantom all this time, since that mysterious gunslinger was long gone without a trace. Sometimes it seemed that all Oakley ever did was to set out for one mission after another.\\n\\nOakley insisted, however, that as long as her fame as the Wild Wheat was far-reaching enough, the mysterious gunslinger would eventually show up at her door, just like how he once did at the ranch to duel her father."
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  "103": {
    "Name": "Knight of Purity Palace",
    "Icon": "SpriteOutput/ItemIcon/71002.png",
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      "31031": {
        "Name": "Knight's Forgiving Casque",
        "Desc": "A casque that resembles the religious stone statues of the Goddess of Forgiveness. It was used to hide the wearer's appearance.",
        "Story": "The Solemn Knight had never taken off her hard and heavy casque before anybody. Safina's religious solemnity and silence projected an unbearable air of intimidation.\\n\\nHaughty devils and mad clergy all instinctively cowered in fear before her solemn presence.\\n\\nOnly few of the clergy knew that Safina's devilish origins were concealed behind that casque of religiosity. The church both feared and craved for the devils' powers, which was how the conflicted result came to be... The church captured a newborn devil, trained her to become a valiant Solemn Knight, yet forbid her to ever reveal her true appearance, molded her to always obey the pontiff's order, and eventually made her the Maiden's silent knight.\\n\\nMaiden Vanira was of a similar age to Safina, and she was the one who guided Safina to learn the scriptures. To this day, Maiden Vanira could still remember the devil's profile in candlelight.\\n\\n\"My dear Safina, I have seen your face. I will remember it, always.\" Maiden Vanira gradually lost her eyesight after reaching adulthood."
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      "31032": {
        "Name": "Knight's Silent Oath Ring",
        "Desc": "A silver ring decorated with an ecclesiastical pattern, embedded with a rather cloudy gemstone.",
        "Story": "Bit by bit, solemnity and decorum crumbled, and the Knights of the Church raised their swords against each other as the rings they swore to protect grew dim.\\n\\nThe power granted from the stellar seas gifted the Church the strength to punish devils, but also spread an insanity that ate away at human rationality.\\n\\nTormented by this madness, the Knights of the Church could no longer discern decorum and order, obsessed with expelling all devil-spawns for the salvation of the whole church. When these threats came for the Maiden, Safina had no time to hesitate. She cannot stay her hand even if her opponent was the Arch Knight of the Church of Purity Palace.\\n\\nThe Solemn Knight must always protect and defend the Maiden. Safina did not forget that creed.\\n\\n\"My dear Safina, there is no need to feel guilty. This is the consequence of coveting the power of the Aeons.\" All there were left in the church were the last Maiden and her guardian knight."
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      "31033": {
        "Name": "Knight's Solemn Breastplate",
        "Desc": "A heavy breastplate decorated with the distinctive symbols of the Church of Purity Palace. Even the joints are airtight.",
        "Story": "The armor of the Solemn Knight must be blessed by Maiden Vanira, a ceremony where one makes a vow to become the guardian knight.\\n\\nThe Church once constrained the young devil's hands and feet in metal chains. Now, Safina appealed that her armor should be forged with metals from the land of devils, so that one day she may rest in peace alongside something from her homeland.\\n\\nThe Maiden of the Church of Purity Palace carefully washed the sins from the armor, recited reverent prayers to god, and sealed an ancient miracle on a point on the breastplate right above the heart. The Church did not believe in the loyalty of devils, but they were convinced that their doctrines could purify everything. Safina gazed in silence while this ancient ritual assigned the responsibility to her.\\n\\nThe Maiden did not believe that the ceremony had any purpose, or that there are any make-belief sins to be washed away.\\n\\n\"My dear Safina, the knight must protect the Maiden well.\" Leaning against Safina's breastplate, Vanira could clearly hear the intense beating of Safina's heart."
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      "31034": {
        "Name": "Knight's Iron Boots of Order",
        "Desc": "Standard boots distributed to the Knights of the Church of Purity Palace, with a simple word carved on their heels: Order.",
        "Story": "After the collapse of the Church of Purity Palace, Safina took off the knight's iron boots and embarked with Maiden Vanira on a long journey to the land of devils.\\n\\nAt the request of the Maiden, Safina did not let any Knights of the Church carry the madness out of the Church. This secret was forever buried deep down in their hearts.\\n\\nNo one knew when this rumor started — a devil-spawn once banished by the Church had possessed the holy Solemn Knight, and an evil witch drove the Knight to break down the order of the pontiff... As time passed, rumors became truths. The devout followers of the Church blamed it all on the Solemn Knight, dumping all their desperation and madness onto her, deeming her as the source of all disasters.\\n\\nAfter losing their place of refuge, the Maiden suggested that they should set forth for their homeland.\\n\\n\"Henceforth, I will become a witch, and you will return to being a devil.\" Safina could not deny the validity of Vanira's statement."
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  "104": {
    "Name": "Hunter of Glacial Forest",
    "Icon": "SpriteOutput/ItemIcon/71003.png",
    "Parts": {
      "31041": {
        "Name": "Hunter's Artaius Hood",
        "Desc": "A hood made from the head of a huge Snow Plains bear. The fur seems to be possessed by some ghost or deity, making it invulnerable to physical attacks.",
        "Story": "The hunters' rule for surviving the Snow Plains of Snowland was simple enough — Never go to the south of the mountain during Artaius' hunting season, since that mountain-shaking white bear did not welcome anyone.\\n\\nAs the hunter sent by the association, Hugh went to the south of the mountain after receiving the rescue call. Never did he expect to walk right into an ambush long in the planning.\\n\\nAfter waking up from a long shock induced by gunshots, Hugh immediately realized he just barely escaped death. However, he also realized his plight was far from over, for Artaius was staring right at him. Despite the short range and fast pace, some of Artaius' messy attacks were bound to miss... Hugh calmly waited for an opening, then he whipped out his bone blade soaked in poison and jumped up for an extraordinary strike in the blink of an eye. Their positions as the predator and the prey were reverted.\\n\\nAfter removing Artaius' head and fur, he managed to survive the first night in snow despite his untreated gunshot wounds.\\n\\nDays later, the Hunters Association located Artaius' the headless corpse. It was then they realized the hunter who was supposed to die had survived, and an unforeseen avenger was born."
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      "31042": {
        "Name": "Hunter's Lizard Gloves",
        "Desc": "A pair of tactical gloves, on which scaly claws of snowrock lizards are tightly sewn. It can be used to safely climb up and hang on to any wall.",
        "Story": "Snowrock lizards lack agility and strength, but they can wait in ambush on a rock for two weeks for the precise moment when their prey lets down its guard, then finally striking a fatal blow.\\n\\nRegistered hunters, however, couldn't wait that long. They decided to march into the snowy mountains to hunt down Hugh and neutralize this approaching threat.\\n\\nThough there were many exceptionally powerful talents among the registered hunters of the association, they were never comrades who had each other's back. Hunters congregated only for the hefty prize of the bounty, and would betray one another without hesitation for the right price. After all, anything could happen on these desolate plains... As long as the old hunter Hugh was taken care of, everyone would earn more bounty. That was their consensus, for which they paid the price.\\n\\nHugh made more than enough preparations. Hunting the top hunters would be no easier a task than hunting monsters. Hugh must be more patient than ever, for patience was always the most valued trait in a hunter.\\n\\nBefore long, the number of registered hunters in the Hunters Association began to dwindle, for the horror known as Hugh the Undead was spreading."
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      "31043": {
        "Name": "Hunter's Ice Dragon Cloak",
        "Desc": "A cloak made from the fine scales of the Ice Dragon, nearly invisible under the brilliant refraction of light.",
        "Story": "The Lord of the Ice Lake, whose body was fully covered in unique scales that dazzlingly reflected the sunlight, could easily render itself invisible by diving underwater. Few hunters could handle a battle with such an invisible monstrosity.\\n\\nDays later, the registered hunters of the association stumbled upon the Ice Dragon's carcass with its scales already peeled off. At that moment, their horror surpassed their shock.\\n\\nThe beasts that Hugh had hunted down numbered in the thousands, each and every one of which was uniquely precious. Only by reaching a thorough understanding of the prey's traits and habits would a hunter truly achieve the full completion of a hunt... For Hugh, the Lord of the Ice Lake was the last piece in the puzzle that was the Snow Plains. Hence, he must finish the hunt, to bring his Hunter's Soul to completion.\\n\\nAnd now, the highest prized bounty was put on the head of Hugh the Hunter, instead of the Lord of the Ice Lake, marking the beginning of a hideous all-out hunt.\\n\\nAll hunters should be prepared to become the prey. It was so for Hugh, and even more so for those traitors."
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      "31044": {
        "Name": "Hunter's Soft Elkskin Boots",
        "Desc": "A pair of enhanced power boots wrapped in soft elk fur. With these, the hunter will only leave shallow footprints behind in the Snow Plains.",
        "Story": "Despite being deeply wounded and too weak to maintain a body temperature that can melt snow, a dying torch-antler elk was still a most dangerous beast.\\n\\nHugh pointed his hunting rifle straight at the dying elk. Looking at those awe-inducing eyes, he thought those reminded him of his own.\\n\\nEver since the ambush by the registered hunters, Hugh's life force had already become depleted like a dying candle in the wind. He was sharply aware that the only reason he managed to survive was due to his unyielding desire for revenge. Should it become satiated, his life would instantly come to an end, scattered like snowflakes... Despite his heavy footsteps, Hugh's large soft elk-skin boots did not leave any prints on the ground. He must stay sharp for the last hunt of his life.\\n\\nAmid panic and hysteria, the Hunters Association began to crumble. They began to purge traitors in haste, hoping it could grant them Hugh's mercy. Instead, it only led to their own self-destruction by mutual distrust.\\n\\nHugh fell down for good on the Snowy Plains before he could get a taste of the pleasure of completing his revenge."
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  "105": {
    "Name": "Champion of Streetwise Boxing",
    "Icon": "SpriteOutput/ItemIcon/71004.png",
    "Parts": {
      "31051": {
        "Name": "Champion's Headgear",
        "Desc": "Boxing headgear that provides excellent protection. It perfectly fits the shape of the owner's face.",
        "Story": "Having grown up on the streets, Lindsay had never thought of boxing in official matches for she never believed she could be defeated by anyone, let alone someone who already has a foot in the grave.\\n\\nThe old lady calling herself a boxing coach provided Lindsay with a full set of protective gear and challenged the young girl to a bout, demanding Lindsay to train under her if the old lady managed a win.\\n\\nLindsay was too proud to use the complicated protective gears and tossed them all aside. She thought she could rely on her quick reactions for an easy win, but the old lady got near her in three strides and landed a blow straight to her face. When Lindsay regained consciousness, she picked up the boxing headgear she had tossed aside. Through the narrow opening of the headgear, she saw a brand-new world.\\n\\n\"So, these are the fists of a true boxer, huh? Interesting. If you want teach me, then train me to be the strongest boxer that ever lived.\"\\n\\nThough a bit begrudgingly, Lindsay accepted that she had lost the bet. Now, wearing protective equipment for the first time, she officially stepped into the world of boxing."
      },
      "31052": {
        "Name": "Champion's Heavy Gloves",
        "Desc": "A pair of boxing gloves kept in excellent condition. Some slight wear doesn't hinder their effectiveness.",
        "Story": "When Lindsay first entered the boxing ring, her fighting style was utterly unbalanced, for she only knew how to attack but never how to defend. \\n\\nAll her years of street fighting were inadequate to prepare her for the fight in the ring. The match arranged by Icaterina put Lindsay into her place.\\n\\nA series of successive defeats in local fights shattered Lindsay's arrogance and deeply humbled her, forcing her to reflect on the balanced offensive and defensive rhythm that Icaterina was teaching her. As if kissed by the goddess of combat, this once-stubborn street fighter gradually came to understand the significance and joy of balancing offense with defense. The next thing she knew, her hand wraps were torn, and her gloves soaked with sweat and blood.\\n\\n\"Never let yourself fall into your opponent's traps. Remember your own rhythm.\"\\n\\nNow Lindsay finally came to appreciate Ica's words and her loving gaze. The usually stern Ica had long loved Lindsay like she would her own child."
      },
      "31053": {
        "Name": "Champion's Chest Guard",
        "Desc": "A boxer's professional-level chest guard. The outer and inner padding is designed to provide protection while not hindering movement.",
        "Story": "The scene in the training gym on the night before the championship fight was like the old days. The sounds of quick and heavy punches on the sandbag echoed throughout the gym.\\n\\nSweat soaked through her chest guard and the scorching steam detached Lindsay from reality, making her crave to escape it all.\\n\\nLindsay tried her best to control her emotions as her face glimmered with sweat and tears. Late into the night, she finally took off her chest guard and wrote the name \"Ica\" on the inside. She wants to swear she would achieve victory for this name. This was a key match in Lindsay's path to becoming the boxing champion, and her first fight without her coach by her side. Before Lindsay stepped into the ring, she held out her chest proudly to the camera.\\n\\n\"Lindsay.. I couldn't believe you share the same name with my daughter. I always thought I was done with the world for good when she passed, until I finally met you. Thank you, Lindsay.\"\\n\\n\"Protect me, Ica.\" The most important name was right by her heart."
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        "Name": "Champion's Fleetfoot Boots",
        "Desc": "Intricately crafted from leather and mesh, the combination of a thick insole and thin outsole ensures the wearer can be agile on their feet.",
        "Story": "With a rather petite figure, Lindsay became famous for her fast punches and nimble footwork that allowed her to dance in the ring like a fluttering butterfly amidst flowers.\\n\\nRegardless of how fast her opponents could throw a punch, all their strikes could never hit Lindsay. Such was the power of what was known as Lindsay's Dance.\\n\\nTo train Lindsay's unique footwork, Icaterina took the street urchin to a high-society ball, where they danced hand in hand, spin after spin... Though clumsy at first, Lindsay eventually got the hang of the refined dance steps. She realized that there was more to this old boxing coach than met the eye. Among the flowing sea of dancers, a soft spot in Lindsay's heart was suddenly struck by a magical feeling.\\n\\n\"One more dance?\"\\n\\nLindsay's upbringing on the street did not at all prepare her for such experiences. Seeing the twinkle in Icaterina's eyes, how could Lindsay refuse?"
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  "106": {
    "Name": "Guard of Wuthering Snow",
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      "31061": {
        "Name": "Guard's Cast Iron Helmet",
        "Desc": "A standard-issue helmet that covers the head and face. It has lining inside to help keep its wearer warm.",
        "Story": "It was no easy task staying prepared for battle in the Eternal Freeze, but Jarilo-VI's Silvermane Guards are used to it. The sharp cold wind howled through the gaps in the helmet, slashing skin as if it were icy razor-blades.\\n\\nThe monsters from beyond the sky renewed their formation, and soldiers armed to the teeth stood ready under the command of the Supreme Guardian.\\n\\nVanguards stationed forward often need to hunker down in the snow for days at a time as they look out for any monster activity. After being exposed to the elements for such a long time, the soldiers' skin, sweat, and the velvet lining of their helmet will freeze and stick together, such that hot water must be poured over their helmets for safe removal. The Architects' craftsmen then altered the curvature of the cast iron helmet's metal plates, minimizing the air resistance of the heavy helmet in the snow.\\n\\nSturdy, warm, majestic — these traits of the Silvermane Guard's helmet were passed down for generations.\\n\\n\"How can you even see with that thing on?\" Every patrolling guard has been asked this question."
      },
      "31062": {
        "Name": "Guard's Shining Gauntlets",
        "Desc": "Metal gauntlets that give off a silvery sparkle. A complex mechanical structure is hidden within its design.",
        "Story": "After the invaders carrying the marks of Destruction cut off the guard unit's retreat, Laszlo Landau ordered his troops to protect the Supreme Guardian and escape while he stayed behind to hold off the enemy.\\n\\nEven the most valiant captain among the Silvermane Guards could not retreat unscathed from the swarms of monsters.\\n\\nThe terrifying cries and ferocious assaults of the twisted monsters were unrelenting. Despite their incessant charges, none of these monstrosities managed to break the lone defense line set up by Landau. The unending fierce battles gradually exhausted Laszlo, but he managed to hold on until reinforcements finally showed up. It was only then that he collapsed into unconsciousness. The soldiers found out that Laszlo had lost both of his hands in the battle.\\n\\nThe Architects' best blacksmith forged a pair of exquisite gauntlets to bestow upon the hero, such that he may once again hold up the Silvermane Guards banner.\\n\\n\"The only regret,\" Laszlo lamented to himself as he marveled at the gauntlets, \"is that I will no longer be able to feel the vibration of the bow.\""
      },
      "31063": {
        "Name": "Guard's Uniform of Old",
        "Desc": "A neatly-ironed uniform of the Silvermane Guards from long ago. The sturdy buttons press creases in the fabric.",
        "Story": "An old-fashioned Silvermane Guard uniform passed down for generations in the Goethe family. This uniform has long been buried at the bottom of a chest, and only a soldier's honor might be worthy of its return to the world.\\n\\nAs the soldiers of Destruction marched ever closer, the Silvermane Guards swore to defend the last barrier even when there was no possibility of a retreat.\\n\\nDuring the Defense of Vevalo, Horace Goethe led his squad in the months-long defense of a key mountain pass. When the trumpets of arriving reinforcements finally sounded in the valley, that valiant company of heroes was long gone, and even their remains were nowhere to be found. At the commendation ceremony, Supreme Guardian Alisa pinned a medal of honor on Horace Goethe's young son. The boy stood upright in this old-fashioned uniform, representing those who had made the ultimate sacrifice.\\n\\nThe young Goethe junior saw uniforms and medals on that day, but the Supreme Guardian saw so much more. She witnessed the greatest legacy left behind by heroes — the future of Belobog.\\n\\n\"Horace Goethe was a true warrior. You should be proud to bear the Goethe name.\" This was the young Goethe's only memory of the Supreme Guardian."
      },
      "31064": {
        "Name": "Guard's Silver Greaves",
        "Desc": "A pair of hard, silver-white metal greaves. They provide protection while also being lightweight and warm.",
        "Story": "The Silvermane Guard field battalions often found themselves forced to march for miles in deep snow due to tactical needs. Exhaustion induced by the long-range raids and awful frostbite on their feet were the bitter ordeals all soldiers had to endure.\\n\\nThe long march across the Snowy Plains, however, would occasionally bring back friends from the old days.\\n\\nSilvermane Guards tasked with patrolling the Snow Plains will often hear the howls of direwolves. These pitiful creatures were also driven from their homes by the invaders. Field Company Sergeant Jaeger, who came from a family of hunters, was skilled at making fur cloaks from direwolf manes. However, after the onset of the Eternal Freeze, he rarely saw these ferocious animals. Occasionally, on cold winter nights, a direwolf desperate for warmth would approach the guards' campfire and silently lie down right next to Jaeger, falling into warm, pleasant dreams. After dawn, however, the beast would never wake up again.\\n\\nSergeant Jaeger would often stuff the processed wolf mane into the soldiers' silver greaves to alleviate the pain during their long march on foot.\\n\\n\"The direwolves haven't completely lost their home, just like us,\" Sergeant Jaeger thus lamented the plight the direwolves."
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  "107": {
    "Name": "Firesmith of Lava-Forging",
    "Icon": "SpriteOutput/ItemIcon/71006.png",
    "Parts": {
      "31071": {
        "Name": "Firesmith's Obsidian Goggles",
        "Desc": "Protective goggles crafted from dark-black fire crystals. Through these lenses, even the flurry of intense sparks becomes a mosaic of dull shadows.",
        "Story": "To the Firesmith clan, crafting unparalleled weapons is both their talent's calling and a lifelong curse.\\n\\nEver since the arrival of the liberated Firesmith Clan in the world of Warforge, their skills bloomed to the extremes while also becoming tainted with the aura of Destruction.\\n\\nThe dazzling light of the furnace, the sparks of metal clashing, and the long-lasting forging process can turn raw ore into a fine weapon, but can also gradually strip the firesmith of their eyesight. One day, at the bottom of a volcano, Foy found a deposit of rare obsidian flame crystal. From this, he carefully polished a pair of protective goggles, which transformed the fierce sparks of fire into pale-white silhouettes. However, the greedy smith was unable to fully escape his cursed fate either, burning everything he was into cinders in the ultimate fire.\\n\\nFoy deemed the Antimatter Legion in the Warforge as the raw materials for his creations, and himself as the rising flame.\\n\\n\"I wonder... is it possible to harness the power of a thermonuclear reaction in my furnace?\" Foy's pursuit of the ultimate fire came to an unfruitful end in an out-of-control thermonuclear fusion."
      },
      "31072": {
        "Name": "Firesmith's Ring of Flame-Mastery",
        "Desc": "A ring with a symbol of flames. It is the highest symbol of honor among the Firesmith clan.",
        "Story": "A <unbreak>900</unbreak>-degree kiln can turn clay into ceramic, a <unbreak>1000</unbreak>-degree furnace can melt tin and copper... As one pursues a purer creation, one must also pursue a more extreme temperature.\\n\\nCreatures of the Legion crave for separation from the material existence, longing for the fundamental mutations that can only be brought forth by the scorching heat waves of Destruction.\\n\\nA highly-skilled master Firesmith can raise the forge's temperature to unbelievable levels — the flame's black-body radiation would exhibit the blue spectrum like that of a dying star. Firesmiths are also geniuses at controlling flames, but only the best among them are bestowed with a ring of flame-mastery as a mark of their superb skill.\\n\\nThe Warforge had long ceased to differentiate between the smith and the smithed. All those Firesmith masters who had been smelting the Antimatter Creatures had also become parts of the Weapons of Destruction.\\n\\n\"The smelting depends on the temperature, and the temperature depends on the Firesmith.\" This is matter-of-fact knowledge to any Firesmith who can control the art of Destruction."
      },
      "31073": {
        "Name": "Firesmith's Fireproof Apron",
        "Desc": "A blacksmith's apron without any superfluous adornment. The texture of the leather and the family emblem are clearly visible.",
        "Story": "The Antimatter Legion gifted the dying Warforge to the Firesmiths, letting them forge to their hearts' desire in a fiery world.\\n\\nIn this scorching world of lava, as long as the smelting and hammering never ceased, creation and destruction were no longer polar opposites of each other.\\n\\nSurtur was especially good at using the molten magma that erupted from active volcanoes to infuse the Legion's creatures with a violent aura of destruction. Neither the bubbling of toxic gases nor the gurgling of magma could interrupt Surtur's concentration at the forge. Though burning waves of molten rock would splash on Surtur's fireproof apron of giant firelizard skin, the leather never lost its luster when the flames faded.\\n\\nA massive proportion of the Legion's fighting forces were repeatedly hammered and smelted in the forge until their flesh and weaponry were fused together under the hammers of the Firesmiths, becoming weapons of Destruction.\\n\\n\"This incomparable power of destruction...\" The Firesmiths who control the flames have never hidden the terrible aspirations they place in their weapons."
      },
      "31074": {
        "Name": "Firesmith's Alloy Leg",
        "Desc": "A prosthetic produced from metallic alloy. Its surface is entwined with vivid fiery carvings.",
        "Story": "In the old days, the prison masters feared losing the extraordinary arts of Firesmithing, so they would employ the most despicable tricks to incarcerate the Firesmith clan — all the chiefs of the Firesmiths would undoubtedly suffer deformities in the legs in those days of imprisonment.\\n\\nIt was the Master of Destruction that set free the imprisoned Firesmith clan and bestowed upon them the mark of Destruction which in turn granted the Firesmiths unlimited power.\\n\\nDespite the inability to move around like an able-bodied man, the chief of Firesmith obtained true freedom, for he was no longer imprisoned just for his extraordinary skills and talents in the art of Firesmithing. The chief poured in all his resentment and humiliation into the forge and would never be tired, not even by days of non-stop hammering. Upon one hammering after another, the once stubborn and proud antimatter creatures had to eventually change their form and give in to the remolding by the Destroyer.\\n\\nDespite being free from any tangible cages, the Firesmiths' obsession with forging had become another form of prison for them, had it not?\\n\\n\"Flesh and blood are a burden. Forging is also destruction.\" The chief looked at the ever-growing number of deformed Firesmiths and lamented."
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        "Desc": "Increases DMG by the wearer's Skill by <unbreak>#1[i]%</unbreak>. After unleashing Ultimate, increases the wearer's Fire DMG by <unbreak>#2[i]%</unbreak> for the next attack.",
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  "108": {
    "Name": "Genius of Brilliant Stars",
    "Icon": "SpriteOutput/ItemIcon/71007.png",
    "Parts": {
      "31081": {
        "Name": "Genius's Ultraremote Sensing Visor",
        "Desc": "A pair of communication goggles embedded with ultraremote sensing technology that breaks through the shackles of limited transmission and remote distances.",
        "Story": "It is a truth universally acknowledged, that among members of the Genius Society, there is an overabundance of eccentricity and a lack of communication.\\n\\nSocial interaction is indeed a burden for most people, even more so for geniuses traveling between worlds.\\n\\nElias Salas, member <unbreak>56</unbreak> and the second head of the Genius Society once tried to resolve this problem. He ardently prepared communication goggles equipped with ultraremote sensing capabilities for all members. Although he succeeded in establishing a bridge between the most distant of stars, few were willing to connect. Thus, the universe's greatest-ever communication device was never fully utilized.\\n\\n\"'Da numba you hab dialed is not in sewvice.' Can't you just show a bit more commitment when you pretend to be an AI...?\"\\n\\nElias Salas sighed and understood that this indeed was a huge ask. But he's got to give it a try, believing his technology would one day have its use one way or another."
      },
      "31082": {
        "Name": "Genius's Frequency Catcher",
        "Desc": "A pair of gloves equipped with a precision frequency-capture device, which enables direct manipulation of otherwise-intangible sound and light vibrations.",
        "Story": "\"How to slack off at work without being noticed\" was an ongoing problem for Stephen Lloyd, <unbreak>84</unbreak>th member of the Genius Society, who was living in his foster father's fruit store.\\n\\nHe made a pair of gloves that could capture specific frequencies and the escaping sound and light, allowing himself the pleasure of researching the stringed instruments behind the frequency fence.\\n\\nThis technology could capture and confine all light and sounds within the designated area, and was simply inexplicable within the current confines of Aiden classic sciences. It was indeed an outstanding invention that could change the course of science to say the least, but Stephen had no interest in introducing this technology to the public. After all, to him, it was just a toy he made to loaf on the job.\\n\\n\"Stephen, I don't know exactly what you've done, but you're definitely slacking off, right?\"\\n\\nEven though Stephen Lloyd was celebrated as a genius among geniuses, to his foster father, Stephen was just a child that liked fantasizing and goofing around."
      },
      "31083": {
        "Name": "Genius's Metafield Suit",
        "Desc": "Diving-suit-like attire that envelops the body when activated, sending neural signals from your whole body to the metafield in real time.",
        "Story": "The metafield space created by Sserkal, member <unbreak>29</unbreak>, transcended biological race and multiple dimensions. Any living creature could synchronize its neural signals into the consciousness network, simply with the help of a diving suit.\\n\\nFor these creatures that were unable to travel between worlds, this collective dream domain granted them a chance to connect with one another and seek peace and tranquility that were non-existent in the real world.\\n\\nWithin this metafield of virtual data, these creatures created countless cultural assets, and a new order was quietly established. Just when it looked like this virtual eden would finally replace reality, Sserkal the Net Weaver of all Creation cut off the connection to the consciousness network, as if it had been one big joke. The entire metafield suddenly sank into silence.\\n\\n\"All those investors who would yammer about metafield space all day have all gone mad. The industry has been empowered countless times, but now the metafield is gone.\"\\n\\nPeople are prone to any supposition when they lose something. The metafield might have been designed to be a petri dish for the soul. Inviting creatures of various kinds might just be a ruse for getting free soul samples."
      },
      "31084": {
        "Name": "Genius's Gravity Walker",
        "Desc": "A wearable gravity-capture device. It is shaped like a pair of ice skates that reflects the stars' twinkling lights during quick gliding.",
        "Story": "The notorious Dr. Primitive, member <unbreak>64</unbreak>, had spent his life running away from interstellar pursuers for the great crimes he had committed.\\n\\nDr. Primitive seemed to enjoy the thrill of being pursued, always keeping a carefully managed distance from those who were hunting him, never too close to be caught nor too far to be untraceable.\\n\\nHe applied some kind of gravity-capture technology to his escape where he was able to use gravity to wander freely across space. Astrophysicists from the Intelligentsia Guild could not understand the principles of this technology, so they merely assumed that it was something to do with the gravitational potential difference between stars. His pursuers riding in vehicles of the gravity era struggled to catch up to his speed, swearing to bring him to justice.\\n\\n\"Watching someone spacewalking should've been a feast for the eyes,\" a Galaxy Ranger said. \"Too bad, that 'someone' is Dr. Primitive.\"\\n\\nThe Galaxy Ranger still refused to believe in Dr. Primitive's presumptive death and continued the hunt for him even after he had completely vanished."
      }
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        "Desc": "When the wearer deals DMG to the target enemy, ignores <unbreak>#1[i]%</unbreak> DEF. If the target enemy has Quantum Weakness, the wearer additionally ignores <unbreak>#2[i]%</unbreak> DEF.",
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  "109": {
    "Name": "Band of Sizzling Thunder",
    "Icon": "SpriteOutput/ItemIcon/71008.png",
    "Parts": {
      "31091": {
        "Name": "Band's Polarized Sunglasses",
        "Desc": "A pair of classic sunglasses worn by one of the lead singers, Janis, whose chrome lenses reflect a blue hue.",
        "Story": "The star's lifespan was plunging. Residents of Emerald-III fled their home planet before the red giant exploded.\\n\\nFaced with a future of no escape, the elites took away hope, feigning ignorance to cries of desperation.\\n\\nJanis' parents paid a massive amount of credits to board the ship, helplessly praying for an interstellar salvation. The explosion of the red giant would destroy the planet, and it would collapse into a white dwarf... Before the arrival of the imminent doom, escape was the only option. Janis, the Doctor of Chaos, however, decided to try her best to face the annihilation of her home system head-on, attempting to prove that the existence of her home would never perish.\\n\\nAs the dying sun burnt brighter, Janis took her mother's sunglasses and returned to the home planet with like-minded youngsters.\\n\\n\"Only cowards flee while shouting the name of the redeemer.\" Cited from \"Cheap Salvation,\" the hit of Sizzling Thunder's first album, Janis reworded her angry words during a dispute with her parents into lyrics."
      },
      "31092": {
        "Name": "Band's Touring Bracelet",
        "Desc": "Bassist Sid's bracelet, woven from silk wristbands from tours. Several lines of lyrics are written on it.",
        "Story": "Sizzling Thunder from Emerald-III quickly emblazed the whole planet's enthusiasm with several hits.\\n\\nMarking the beginning of their concert tour were the dazzling sparkles of electrifying thunder when Daeve the rhythm guitarist fiercely struck chords, which coincidentally was also worshiped by hordes of their music fans as the only light in their lives.\\n\\nIn every concert tour the band had, there would be fans keeping order voluntarily and handing out wristbands to everyone upon entering the concert grounds. Most of these fans could not afford the costly fees for an escape, so accepting their fate and waiting for the electromagnetic burst to arrive was their only option. Ever since witnessing the return of these rebellious youths to the planet, they had felt it in their bones that their souls were ignited at this very moment. Onto these wristbands they wrote their lyrics, their showtime, as well as the band's unvoiced scream.\\n\\nSid the bassist collected the wristbands for every tour. His girlfriend wove them into a bracelet, which Sid then wore all the time.\\n\\n\"There's no meaning, no direction, nowhere else to go, and no future for us.\" From \"Our Way,\" a single from Sizzling Thunder's second album, and Sid's life credo."
      },
      "31093": {
        "Name": "Band's Leather Jacket With Studs",
        "Desc": "David, one of the band's lead singers, drew a white star on the back of this leather jacket and made it the cover of the band's final album.",
        "Story": "The rock 'n' roll of Sizzling Thunder resounded through the planetary system, attracting involuntarily displaced youngsters to return to the crumbling Emerald-III.\\n\\nLead guitarist Jimmy brought the band underground. There they sang about the tragedy of planetary destruction, which echoed throughout the entire universe.\\n\\nDavid printed the back of his leather jacket with a white star, or, more accurately, the white dwarf their star would become after the collapse. This would be their star's proof of existence. Those who left the planetary system and those who stayed behind all listened to that thunder-like rock 'n' roll and brandished the same striking symbol.\\n\\nDespite ceasing to exist, their presence had been remixed into the music and carved into eternity.\\n\\n\"We'll burn with our life, 'cause the white star needs a spark to ignite.\" From \"White Star,\" a single from Sizzling Thunder's final album of the same name. David wrote both the lyrics and the music."
      },
      "31094": {
        "Name": "Band's Ankle Boots With Rivets",
        "Desc": "Drummer Bonham's ankle boots, the dark leather surface glued with rivets reflecting the stage lights.",
        "Story": "Sizzling Thunder may have changed people's attitude toward finality, but they could not change their destiny.\\n\\nDesolation and despair were all that lay on the surface of the doomed planet. In the era of scarce resources, the band made all their albums out of discarded X-ray films.\\n\\nBefore the long night of Emerald-III, the temperature on the planet's surface had plunged. The once unbearable air cooled down quite a bit as people walked out of their underground shelter and set out for the place where the band was putting on a show. At the final concert of their \"Thunderclap\" tour, the restless air filled with the warning signs of electromagnetic storms, and lightning was conducted through the metal scaffolding to the stage. Sparks leaped under Bonham's boots. The entire band merged with thunder and lightning. After the encore, a huge ball of lightning engulfed the stage and announced the end of Sizzling Thunder's show.\\n\\nAfter the night of their twilight show, Sizzling Thunder came to a permanent end, just like in their lyrics.\\n\\n\"Thunderclaps drown out our voice, lightning runs through our veins. We'll perish with our music and our star.\" From \"Song of Sizzling Thunder,\" a single from Sizzling Thunder's final album, Bonham's masterpiece."
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        "Desc": "When the wearer uses their Skill, increases the wearer's ATK by <unbreak>#1[i]%</unbreak> for <unbreak>#2[i]</unbreak> turn(s).",
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  "110": {
    "Name": "Eagle of Twilight Line",
    "Icon": "SpriteOutput/ItemIcon/71009.png",
    "Parts": {
      "31101": {
        "Name": "Eagle's Beaked Helmet",
        "Desc": "An aerodynamic helmet used in high-speed flights. It is shaped like the beak of a skyfish eagle.",
        "Story": "Every day at dawn, Salsotto's skyfishers would depart from the moving city's skyport, soaring in the air with their winged suits, hunting for phlogiston jellyfish that flew out of the sand.\\n\\nPhlogiston, an essential component of the Phase Flame, was the blood of the colossal moving city. Phlogiston must be sufficiently captured and gathered to ensure that the whole city could always stay ahead before the twilight zone that divided day and night.\\n\\nIf any skyfishers died from exhaustion or were attacked by giant birds, Salsottians would spare no effort in bringing back their remains and would bury their winged suits and eagle helmets with them in the dark land. According to the traditional Salsottian rituals, \"landing\" equals death and is a symbol of eternal rest.\\n\\nThe flight must never stop, just like how the city must never stop moving.\\n\\nThis eagle helmet has a short condolence message carved on its beak: \"Landing is not the eagles' shackle, wings are, because of which you have to fly.\""
      },
      "31102": {
        "Name": "Eagle's Soaring Ring",
        "Desc": "A ring worn by an outstanding skyfisher master, with a pair of skyfish eagle's wings holding tight the wearer's finger.",
        "Story": "Only the most skilled, respected, and reliable skyfisher captains would receive a Soaring Ring. They blew their fishing whistles in the sky and seamlessly coordinated with one another, like they were the most sharp-eyed hunting eagles.\\n\\nFor the duration of each flight, each team member was lonely and vulnerable. All they could rely on were the <unbreak>124</unbreak> types of whistles that could be performed by their team captain.\\n\\nHence, there had long been a saying in Salsotto — \"Skyfishers entrusted one-third of their lives to the rigorously developed technology, one-third to their ingeniously refined equipment, and one-third to their reliable lead skyfisher captain.\"\\n\\nBeing asked by so many families to take care of their skyfisher children, the team captain constantly felt the burden of this little ring he wore.\\n\\nThis Soaring Ring's etching was mottled, with one word engraved on the inner side of the ring: \"Duty.\""
      },
      "31103": {
        "Name": "Eagle's Winged Suit Harness",
        "Desc": "A belt harness that connects the winged suit with metal supports embedded in thick linen. Soft and tight-fitting.",
        "Story": "It was no easy feat for Salsotto's skyfishers to entrap and hunt phlogiston jellyfish that flew out of the sand. During turbulent flights, the seemingly tender and soft safety harness was the thread of life for a skyfisher.\\n\\nHunting phlogiston jellyfish was never easy. From trick moves to intense chasing, from precise blocking to the final capturing act, one wrong move in any one of these links in the chain could mean mortal danger.\\n\\nIt was customary for a young skyfisher to get one strand of hair from each parent and weave them into the harness with metal supports, while a married one should get one from their spouse. In this manner, the harness would be blessed by the power of \"home\" and ensure that the skyfisher always returned safely.\\n\\nIn this cruel world where all fought hard for survival, \"home\" was the only place that could offer comfort and support for a skyfisher.\\n\\nThe hair inside this harness was still intact, with a faint white at the root. It came from a female."
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      "31104": {
        "Name": "Eagle's Quilted Puttees",
        "Desc": "Puttees to keep the legs warm during flights, decorated with a skyfish eagle's bristle feathers.",
        "Story": "Hunting phlogiston jellyfish was a long survival game for skyfishers from Salsotto. Legs, being far from the heart, can only maintain their temperature when tightly strapped in fluffy feather puttees.\\n\\nOnly at the end of the long and highly stressful hunt would an exhausted skyfisher begin to feel pain and fatigue.\\n\\nFor those unprepared, it would be too late to discover their partial necrosis caused by severe frostbite. Therefore, skyfishers would check if they had tightened their puttees many times before taking off. After all, they wouldn't get another chance to do so in high-speed flight.\\n\\nThey knew what the wind would take away as they stepped into the sky.\\n\\nTraces of lime powder and aluminum powder were found in the metal shell embedded in the puttee, which seemed to be a means of emergency heating."
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  "111": {
    "Name": "Thief of Shooting Meteor",
    "Icon": "SpriteOutput/ItemIcon/71010.png",
    "Parts": {
      "31111": {
        "Name": "Thief's Myriad-Faced Mask",
        "Desc": "A mask used to change one's facial appearance. Coupled with evocative acting skills, it can help you deceive anyone.",
        "Story": "Meteor Thief Leblanc saw heists as participating in a masquerade ball, and hiding his identity was part of the etiquette.\\n\\n\"How could a mask change a person's height and voice? Hahaha, it's a patented secret. Completely confidential.\"\\n\\nWearing a mask, Leblanc disguised himself as an ordinary staff member, sneaked into the IPC's security meeting, and offered advice on their \"thief prevention measures.\" It was not until half a month after the theft that the security team recalled that they didn't know that \"colleague\" at the meeting.\\n\\nThieves had to lead a double life, requiring various means of disguise. Such was the tradition of the world of thievery.\\n\\n\"Can your writers make the thief wear the mask throughout the film?\" The marketing team of the IPC's Radio, Film, and Television Department said to the producer. \"I am once again stressing the need for this mask as merchandise. Affordability and popularity are equally important.\""
      },
      "31112": {
        "Name": "Thief's Gloves With Prints",
        "Desc": "A pair of special gloves interlaced with nanomaterials. The prints on its surface can change in real time.",
        "Story": "Meteor Thief Leblanc was never a neat freak. He didn't care about leaving traces. He would always leave misleading clues, serving the right amount of provocation.\\n\\n\"How could these people in the IPC have been fooled so many times? Perhaps the fault should lie with the IPC, not me.\"\\n\\nHis gloves could generate all sorts of prints, which always made a fool of the IPC's fingerprint detection devices, leaving them with a bunch of harmless so-called \"thief's flaws.\" The security team found hundreds of prints in their secret treasure storage room, including those of prehistoric pterosaurs, interstellar ladybugs, labradors... Needless to say, none of them belonged to the thief.\\n\\nVanishing without a trace was tedious and served only to group one alongside those timid little thieves who've got absolutely no style.\\n\\n\"Fiction should never outright contradict reality. Who still uses fingerprint systems these days?\" The IPC's security team complained. \"Do these writers have any common sense at all?\""
      },
      "31113": {
        "Name": "Thief's Steel Grappling Hook",
        "Desc": "A steel cable disguised as a woven belt, with hooks and pulleys hidden in its buckle.",
        "Story": "A well-prepared thief can always escape safely from desperate situations with a life-saving grappling hook equipped under his belt at all times.\\n\\n\"How to throw the grappling hook at the right target... Could you explain how you made all those moves?\"\\n\\nThe secret treasure storage room was full of lethal mechanisms, but the thief danced around them using the grappling hook at his waist as if he were performing a waltz in midair. In a split second from when he reached for his belt, Leblanc threw the grappling hook to a wall tens of meters high, and the pulley then rolled and instantly sent the thief to the \"Star of Leo.\"\\n\\nTo come and go anywhere one so desires, with just the steel grappling hook equipped under one's belt, is the basic qualification required of a professional thief.\\n\\n\"You know, we could just let the stunt double play his part in the sequel. That'll save us a lot of money,\" the action choreographer quipped. \"The audience wouldn't know who was under the mask anyway.\""
      },
      "31114": {
        "Name": "Thief's Meteor Boots",
        "Desc": "A pair of boots that enhances any human's physical prowess. It helps the Meteor Thief stride between buildings.",
        "Story": "Leblanc would deliberately leave a beam of dazzling light behind him when jumping from roof to roof, earning him the title of the \"Meteor Thief.\"\\n\\n\"How would one escape if there were no skyscrapers? Hahahaha, spare me these ignorant questions.\"\\n\\nHe had sneaked away from countless chases, and it made him a master of escape. No one could catch up with his Meteor Boots in the city unless someone knew where his base of operations was. To Leblanc's surprise, a detective with messy hair was sitting inside with his coffee cup, having waited for Leblanc for a long time.\\n\\nThe story of the thief is over. Now is the time for the legend of the detective.\\n\\n\"Many people don't believe we would write like this, which is exactly why we do so.\" An anonymous writer explained the controversial end of the Meteor Thief."
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  "112": {
    "Name": "Wastelander of Banditry Desert",
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    "Parts": {
      "31121": {
        "Name": "Wastelander's Breathing Mask",
        "Desc": "A breathing mask able to filter sand and radiation out from the air. It seems like it was made from a discarded respirator.",
        "Story": "The Wastelanders of Talia must wear a mask at all times to protect themselves from the ever-present threats of residual radiation and sandstorms. Nobody knew if any scientific principles were even taken into account when such wild re-modifications of the ventilator mask were made. Perhaps it was all just a placebo effect.\\n\\n\"Haven't you heard? That old fool across the valley plugged water tubes into his mask! I definitely couldn't take that, if it were me.\"\\n\\nThe Wastelanders seldom complain about the extremely harsh climate in Talia. For one thing, ever since the nuclear blast filled the atmosphere with sand and dust, nothing could be done about it. Another reason, however, was that when red sand filled the air and blocked out the sun, it provided them with a prime opportunity to ambush the encampments of other bandit groups, as they could put on breathing masks and pop up out of nowhere among the sweeping sandstorms.\\n\\nA cohort of prepared bandits attacking another cohort of unprepared bandits — such is the law of survival in Talia.\\n\\nThis sandstorm mask looks like a hassle to put on and remove. It has a \"Nailscrap Town\" anti-fraud production mark on it."
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      "31122": {
        "Name": "Wastelander's Desert Terminal",
        "Desc": "Multi-functional trash that can detect ionizing radiation in the air. It can also trash-talk.",
        "Story": "Before Talia became the \"Kingdom of Banditry,\" it was notoriously reviled as the \"Junkyard of the Cosmos.\" Discarded junk of old technology from other planets became another man's treasure here.\\n\\n\"Don't ever ask me if I enjoy wearing a mobile device heavier than shackles. It came in handy and was more powerful than a hammer in the most decisive moments.\"\\n\\nAfter Nailscrap Town was established, the most unconventional of Talian wasteland engineers finally had a safe and secure location to exhibit their outrageous idea, creating Talia's unique \"Sensory Technology.\" By combining a cesium dust counter and a cheeky-AI mobile device, they gave birth to the Desert Terminal, a multi-functional invention from wasteland junk.\\n\\nThe core idea for the so-called \"Sensory Technology\" is — Don't ask how, don't ask why, nobody cares.\\n\\n\"You attached that piece of junk to me? You rump-fed, scurvy sewer rat...\" The AI terminal speaks with a tone of honesty and earnestness."
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        "Name": "Wastelander's Friar Robe",
        "Desc": "A baggy robe adapted from a missionary's attire.",
        "Story": "Most of the gangsters in Talia have never expected salvation, nor do they know about friars. All they knew was that their robes looked useful enough as cleaning rags.\\n\\n\"'Ignorance is still king'? What a load of nonsense!\"\\n\\nWastelanders found a monastery that had long since lain desolate and discovered some ancient volumes from an old civilization. Their gut feeling was that the recordings were precious. After hypocritically feigning appreciation, they happily burned those books to ashes, only taking along the robes left by the friars. After all, the other things wouldn't be worth a penny in Nailscrap Town.\\n\\nMost Wastelanders were illiterate. No amount of records of civilization would be more useful to them than a hot meal. And they were not the ones to blame.\\n\\nAt least, the robes of friars remained, contributing to the continued existence of a long-forgotten civilization."
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      "31124": {
        "Name": "Wastelander's Powered Greaves",
        "Desc": "The leg part of powered armor, an exoskeleton made from scrap metals and old wires.",
        "Story": "Nailscrap Town's bandits needed some means to defend their hard-earned water sources and junks, which was how the subpar banditry technology came to be. The powered armor was needlessly flamboyant, with its leg parts being the only functional section\\n\\n\"I need a whole set of fully powered armor, and now you are telling me all the sections above were all blown up!? Ask yourself if you dared to wear this set of greaves yourself!\"\\n\\nThe defenses of Nailscrap Town that happened every now and then boosted the wartime development of Sensory Technology. Once, a random idea hit the engineers. With some materials of unknown source, they produced a set of powered armor. Unfortunately, only the leg part of the first generation of that cheap powered armor has survived. Even after being greatly simplified, the greaves still allow their wearer to take off like a rocket — a mechanism that confuses engineers nowadays.\\n\\nAccording to the engineers, the design was completed in the limbo between dreams and reality. It was a once-in-a-lifetime masterpiece of sheer ingenuity.\\n\\nA useful piece of junk is a good piece of junk, be it recyclable or hazardous."
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  "113": {
    "Name": "Longevous Disciple",
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      "31131": {
        "Name": "Disciple's Prosthetic Eye",
        "Desc": "An ingenium eye that once belonged to someone. After being expelled from its owner's body, it is now completely useless.",
        "Story": "In the dim, chaotic dreamscape, she always dreamed of the brightness she had seen in those few days. Thousands of acres of eucalyptus trees swayed gently, and petals fluttered in the breeze. The indigo waves beat against the rocks and turned into scattering white jade. Flying birds spread their silver wings and disappeared into the green bamboo forest.\\n\\nShe was always searching for someone else in her dreams, the one who should have enjoyed the scenery with her.\\n\\nBut all she could see was a blurry figure. She remembered clearly the short, silky hair and the eyes like black jade stones, but her memories were faded into a maze constructed by her nervous system, and she always woke up with a start just before seeing the face clearly. In a daze, she touched her prosthetic eye that had caused her so much pain. With the help of the false eye, she no longer needed to piece together a blurry figure by sound, smell, and touch.\\n\\n\"It's no longer of use,\" said the Emanator of the Ruin Author. She heard the sound of the swaying hand fan and the flitting laughter of the Emanator. \"Soon, you'll be able to see everything you want to see — with your own eyes.\"\\n\\n\"This is my own eye,\" she chuckled, \"Besides, never will I have the chance to see the scenery it once witnessed again.\""
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      "31132": {
        "Name": "Disciple's Ingenium Hand",
        "Desc": "An ingenium prosthetic limb made specifically for long-life species. Requires no invasive procedure to use.",
        "Story": "Applying protective gel to her underdeveloped arm stump, attaching the neural signal receivers tightly to her skin, and adjusting the tightness to firmly fix the ingenium wooden hand to her body — this has been her morning ablutions every morning for hundreds of years.\\n\\nThe wooden hand has brought her unwanted attention, but she neither wanted to invite trouble nor seek sympathy.\\n\\nDespite possessing unrivaled talents and holding the reins of an entire Commission in her hands, the alienating attitude other showed towards her as a broken person never changed. Cowardly bullies eventually scattered to the winds, only to be replaced by flattering hypocrites with pretended pity who gathered like flies around her and gave fake praises to \"the amazing blind and one-armed Incomplete One.\"\\n\\nShe has heard variations of this sentence thousands upon thousands of times in the past, and each time it made her wanting to puke. Now, as she faces these fawning faces begging for her mercy, she only feels disgust.\\n\\nShe unconsciously places her left hand onto the boiling cauldron. A sharp pain instantly shoots through her body. She quickly withdraws her hand, and see the blister in her palm healing rapidly.\\n\\n\"Sometimes, I feel the old wooden hand is more useful.\""
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      "31133": {
        "Name": "Disciple's Dewy Feather Garb",
        "Desc": "A feather garb made according to old scrolls. Its owner was either a demon reviled in the pages of history or a savior of humanity.",
        "Story": "Searching for information in fragments of historical texts is particularly difficult for the blind. Her companions read the vast amount of ancient texts to her indiscriminately, and she compiled and excerpted the sentences in order to explore the mysteries within.\\n\\nWith her extraordinary intelligence, she can remember most of the passages after only listening to them once. However, she listened repeatedly to the <i>The Witch in Robe of Feather</i> ghost story unearthed from a scroll pile, never growing bored by it.\\n\\nAccording to the legend, a certain delvemaster saved her partner by placing their soul into a bird, granting them immortality. However, she eventually could not resist the call of the avian and also transformed into a bird, flying alongside them. Over time, the delvemaster became confused and lost her true form, becoming a half-feathered, half-human monster. When her subjects stormed the palace and pierced her with blazing spears and arrows, the two birds sang a final mournful song and turned to ashes together.\\n\\nShe loved this story so much that she took the essence and marrow of birds and transformed them in the alchemical furnace, then had someone weave these materials into a luxurious feather coat. She could not see just how beautiful the coat was, but nonetheless enjoyed walking around the house while wearing it — it was meant to be seen by a person who no longer existed.\\n\\nAs the garb fluttered, she always felt that a bird-like soul was flying and passing through her hands and shoulders, ever-present."
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      "31134": {
        "Name": "Disciple's Celestial Silk Sandals",
        "Desc": "A pair of silk boots with soles as thin as cicada's wings. Its owner must not have walked on their feet for a long time.",
        "Story": "Whenever she detaches herself from the grasp of gravity and levitates to display celestial traces to the faithful, she can't help but think of an ancient legend from the Primeval Imperium —\\n\\n\"There once was a practitioner of immortal arts who had some success in their pursuit. They walked on the earth, employing the essence of its leylines to perform a myriad of miraculous techniques. The practitioner then attempted to take to the skies to be among the stars, but found that they had long since drifted away from the earth's leylines, and eventually fell into the abyss of death.\"\\n\\nHowever, she believes the current situation is different. The Xianzhou had no roots. It was the Ambrosial Arbor that gave it a connection and a co-existence with the Aeon of Abundance, tying it tightly together with the immaculate pure land promised by Yaoshi. But now, the traitors have severed the connection to the way of immortality, making the Xianzhou once again a precarious island floating rootless in space.\\n\\nThe false earth on the Xianzhou cannot give her strength. The roots she seek are not under her feet, but in the bottomless chasm between stars. She will lead the disciples to give the Ambrosial Arbor a second life and embrace the supreme grace of Abundance.\\n\\nFloating above thousands of people, clad in boots light as silk, she declares in a resounding voice, \"When you look up at me, what you see is not me, but the celestial and elevated position that should have belonged to you.\""
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  "114": {
    "Name": "Messenger Traversing Hackerspace",
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      "31141": {
        "Name": "Messenger's Holovisor",
        "Desc": "The shape is exactly like a ski goggle. Not only does it have anti-glare properties, it can also be used to watch virtual live streams.",
        "Story": "To avoid the private forces hired by the financial magnates, messengers in the Capital of Passion usually travel in the skies above the city, where security forces are scarce.\\n\\nThey like to turn on pulse-scanning and look over the entire cyber city while chewing cheap gum and donning heavily modified holovisors.\\n\\nThe holovisors project real-time information of the city directly onto the messenger's retina, turning impossible routes into an aerial path for the messengers: Building rooftops, air conditioning units, billboards, the arms of cranes... even unmanned logistics drones can become part of the path. Therefore, messengers must be skilled enough, as even one misstep would result in an unexpected and lethal fall.\\n\\n\"Some fool jammed all the holovisors indiscriminately while I was in the air! That crash was the worst I've ever had.\"\\n\\nThis Yellow Ducky holovisor is a discontinued old model that is said to be of considerable value among enthusiasts."
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      "31142": {
        "Name": "Messenger's Transformative Arm",
        "Desc": "A cybernetic prosthetic arm that can be disassembled at will. Capable of firing knuckles like bullets.",
        "Story": "Not all messengers have cybernetic prosthetic arms, but those who do often have a strong passion to modify it. After all, no one wants to have a cybernetic limb that looks identical to everyone else's.\\n\\nThe residents of the Capital of Passion are obsessed with cybernetic prosthetics, while the city's limited regulations can only advise against the frenzy of excessive body modification.\\n\\nThe registered standards for modifications in the Capital of Passion only contains three categories, with a total of eighteen types. This is clearly not enough for the rebellious messengers. They invest huge amounts of their salaries into imaginative designs. They create blueprints that enable their electronic conversion machinery to release lightning or transform their prosthetic hands into missiles, and the designs become increasingly outrageous as fees to engage messengers skyrocket.\\n\\n\"Are these messengers running to protect information, or are they running to earn exorbitant fees?\"\\n\\nThis Yellow Ducky prosthetic arm has undergone special modifications, with each finger joint able to rotate at high speeds and be launched like a bullet."
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      "31143": {
        "Name": "Messenger's Secret Satchel",
        "Desc": "A trendy courier satchel. It's adorned with many cute accessories.",
        "Story": "Financial magnates in the Capital of Passion monitor all information flow in the city. They are used to maintaining their dominance using information monopoly, and all who try to subvert this control will be punished by the Public Security Regulation.\\n\\nPeople once protested, which only made the financial magnates dish out some convenient compromises. Soon enough, people gave up on the idea of \"privacy.\"\\n\\nThe financial magnates greedily collect every piece of information whether it is important or trivial, or whether it arose from reality or virtual realms. As a result, the messengers' courier satchels have become the final bastion of privacy. The satchel is small, lightweight, and can only carry chips or documents. Despite these shortcomings, the final remains of \"informational independence\" in the Capital of Passion was solely ensured by these tiny blind spots.\\n\\n\"Why do people still transmit information outside of the internet in the prosperous Capital of Passion? The messengers also want to know the answer.\"\\n\\nThis limited edition Yellow Ducky courier satchel may be a bit old, but its various accessories make it still in fashion."
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      "31144": {
        "Name": "Messenger's Par-kool Sneakers",
        "Desc": "A pair of sneakers that support parkour activities. It is comfortable, and that is all it needs.",
        "Story": "The former Capital of Passion messengers all throw their sneakers into one spot, and leaves after a brief moment of silence. Most messengers wouldn't leave their name or even a trace in this city, making their behavior nothing but a self-indulgent coda.\\n\\nEven messengers can't pinpoint when the \"nature of being a messenger\" had changed to make them the people they hated the most.\\n\\nInsidiously, the \"informational independence\" that messengers protected became a monopoly. Insidiously, the risks that messengers faced became a bargaining chip. Insidiously, messengers became the accomplices of conspirators... The financial magnates did not destroy the messengers — It was their immature ideas that betrayed them. The messengers assemble before everything totally spirals out of control, and bid a last farewell to their hurried lives.\\n\\n\"Perhaps this should be the end for the messengers. Perhaps we should let everyone see the truth of this city, and let the true reformists take action.\"\\n\\nThese are a pair of Yellow Ducky sneakers abandoned on the side of the road. The messengers of the Capital of Passion have long become a legend of the past."
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  "115": {
    "Name": "The Ashblazing Grand Duke",
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    "Parts": {
      "31151": {
        "Name": "Grand Duke's Crown of Netherflame",
        "Desc": "A crown of unceasing flame, with its burning ambition serving as its inexhaustible fuel.",
        "Story": "The elegant fire demon was born in the most fiery of all fires, and believes Destruction to be the supreme glory bestowed upon Fetora.\\n\\n\"I, born on the eve of destruction, am the sinful belief of Fetora. I am the furious flames of Nanook.\"\\n\\nNanook destroyed Fetora by THEIR own hands, and the White Star's flames coalesced with the power of Destruction to birth a plasmic lifeforms. The elegant fire demon saw its birth as a revelation. \"Today, the Lord of Destruction conquered Fetora. THEY honored it with blazing flames. The frivolous and meaningless glory evaporate with the solar flare, but concrete and heavy glory shall mark my coronation.\" Ifrit has been obsessed with destruction and slaughter since birth.\\n\\n\"The laurels of honor in this world are all woven of thorns. The only laurel that surpasses these thorns is my supreme crown of netherflame.\"\\n\\nThe embers left behind from the Aeon of Destruction's annihilation of a star were clasped in Ifrit's own hands, molded into the shape of Fetora's crown, and worn to this day."
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      "31152": {
        "Name": "Grand Duke's Gloves of Fieryfur",
        "Desc": "Pure white gloves with flames as its fur, hiding its brutality under smooth silk.",
        "Story": "Ifrit orchestrated countless crises bent on annihilating lives. The Grand Duke fancied themselves as a conductor, and must wear gloves to hold the conductor's baton covered in thorns.\\n\\n\"I come with Destruction's revelation. One hand giveth, and the other taketh away.\"\\n\\nFirmly believing that \"the preciousness of something can only be appreciated in its eradication,\" Duke Inferno torched the history and culture of the planet Lisalit, scorching the brilliant silks of the aristocracy, incinerating the long scrolls of the poets, razing the vivid murals of the painters to ash... \"Civilization is like a larva. It will only be reborn in a burning execution, when it turns into a black butterfly that flutters away in the wind.\" Like an undertaker who lowers their head to monitor the crematorium's furnace, Ifrit guides civilizations into their swansong.\\n\\n\"Through my efforts, imagination, and direction... the synchronization, number of performances, tone, and tempo of the different catastrophes... all fuse into a brilliant masterpiece of destructive performance.\"\\n\\nAfter the end of a satisfying destruction, Ifrit wipes the blood off their hands and dons pristine white gloves again, as if they were an aristocrat attending a banquet."
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        "Name": "Grand Duke's Robe of Grace",
        "Desc": "A gorgeous robe that emphasizes the dignity and elegance of its owner.",
        "Story": "The elegant fire demon admires their image in the dressing mirror after an inhumane massacre. An audience with a monarch always requires appropriate finery.\\n\\n\"The purpose of clothing is not to adorn one's appearance, but to display one's true essence — just as the essence of flame is to destroy.\"\\n\\nThe ever-burning clan of fire demons regards Nanook as their emperor and savior, but the Aeon had never glimpsed at them. Ifrit's destruction is laced with flaunts, power, conquest, and motivation, and the rivalry between the Ever-Flame Mansion and the Jepella Brotherhood was even more sordid. \"Impure destruction stains the most magnificent garments more easily than dirt.\" Regarding purity, Ifrit has never been able to grasp its essence from the start.\\n\\n\"The value of destruction lies in the value of the thing destroyed. Our value lies in our practice of Destruction until our emperor takes notice.\"\\n\\nIfrit, with piety in their heart, wears brocaded garments woven with velvet-red flames, and waits for the summon of the Destruction."
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      "31154": {
        "Name": "Grand Duke's Ceremonial Boots",
        "Desc": "A pair of classic and comfortable boots in pristine condition, with a sleek design and flattering style.",
        "Story": "Wherever the elegant fire demon's trail wound, the smoldered civilizations silently wailed. Ifrit never paid them any attention —\\n\\n\"Those who have no roads left to walk on don't need boots. Why must these civilizations at their end whinge at me?\"\\n\\nDuke Inferno, with the crown of fire on their head, is considered by many civilizations as an otherworldly demon, yet receives an invitation from the planet of festivities. Ifrit is happy to attend in full ceremonial garb. \"I will prepare a courteous and thoughtful destruction, and not a single bone will be left behind.\" The elegant fire demon assembles a party of cosmic evil, and plans the grandiose scene of offering a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood for the banquet... Those destroyed civilizations are but mere stops on the pilgrimage to Destruction, and Penacony will just be another pit stop along the way.\\n\\n \"Your destruction is nothing personal. It is just for the purpose of earning THEIR gaze.\"\\n\\nAt the sound of the distant banquet calling, Ifrit cheerfully embarks on the long journey to the feast."
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  "116": {
    "Name": "Prisoner in Deep Confinement",
    "Icon": "SpriteOutput/ItemIcon/71025.png",
    "Parts": {
      "31161": {
        "Name": "Prisoner's Sealed Muzzle",
        "Desc": "A muzzle designed to tightly encage the captive's beastly visage, guarding against the feral fangs that yearn to inflict harm.",
        "Story": "Smell was the sense that constructed the borisin Warheads' sense of the world. Rain, dust, campfire, blood, medicine... From the deepest part of the battlefield, they came shaking and wafting, with a torrent of odors that flooded every inch of his neurons.\\n\\nAll he could smell now is the heavy sturdiness of the torture devices, and the cowering fear of the jurors filling the air.\\n\\nHe knows that these weak-fleshed judges are afraid of the sharpness of his fangs — He had stood on the precipice of a steep cliff, bathed in the moonlight of madness, and felt the instinctive impulse in his veins. He had followed the labyrinth of smells, penetrating into the enemy's camp in the darkness of a lightless night, and crushed the skulls of his prey one by one... The borisin Warheads admire the concept of polished fangs, regarding them as blades and spears, symbols of the power and confidence to tear apart anything.\\n\\n\"The borisin Brood Lord gnashed and gnawed on flesh, devouring the blood of innocents. He is sentenced to a lifetime in a cage with his face covered in a closed-mouth muzzle, convicted of the Ten Unpardonable Sins.\"\\n\\nThe Warhead contemptuously looks around — the swordsmaster who engulfed everything like an icy sea of fury is not there... He has no interest in this tedious sentence."
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      "31162": {
        "Name": "Prisoner's Leadstone Shackles",
        "Desc": "Heavy shackles that tightly bind the evildoer's hands with steel needles pinning into the wrists, preventing the vicious claws from doing harm again.",
        "Story": "As the clouds parted, the moon's shadowy light poured over the Warhead's scarred body. The huge claw that was slashed off by the silver-haired swordsmaster was left aside, and the desperate Warhead's blood vessels pulsated furiously. Accompanied by a long, painful howl, he grew his sharp claw once more.\\n\\nCatalyzed by Moon Rage, the Warhead barely caught up with the moonlight-like sword strikes. He prayed silently to the power of Abundance, determined to finish the final fight as a trapped beast.\\n\\nHe had already forgotten how many times the borisin army had broken through, only remembering the countless times his soldiers had used their claws to tear open the gaps in their advance, only for it to tightly close again. The exhausted borisin relied on their nigh indestructible regeneration, struggling to tear down all obstacles before them — The Warhead's blood soaked his claws and he sank into a trance, only to suddenly realize that he had nowhere to run, and there are no more soldiers following him.\\n\\n\"Borisin Brood Lord, you have taken countless lives by your own hand. Your wrists shall be bound in lead and stone and put under strict control.\"\\n\\nThe Warhead finally collapsed, powerless, in front of the swordsmaster. For the first time, he felt that exhausting near-death experience. \"What an incomparable blade,\" he couldn't help but think, \"What an incomparable thrill!\""
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        "Name": "Prisoner's Repressive Straitjacket",
        "Desc": "A prisoner's garment that restrains dangerous criminals. Its reversed-joint design confines the prisoner's body.",
        "Story": "The borisin are warriors by nature. Their bone structure is broad and lean, with powerful jaws and neck muscles. They have well-developed canine teeth, beast-like ears on top of their heads, and sharp claws on their hands and feet. The borisin worship the concept of a strong body, seeing strong physique as a blessing from the gods.\\n\\nThe Warhead is both the spiritual leader and the strongest warrior of the tribe, commanding its tide-like army, and dominating life and death on the battlefield.\\n\\nThe fearsome beast ships setting off covered the very sky, and he looked down at the restless warriors on the battlefield — The borisin Warhead felt the call of Moon Rage. Sharp bone spikes pierced through his body, and his pitch-black blood disappeared in the wind like mist. He stretched out his arms like a martyr — the borisin's Lupitoxin, the fear-inducing pheromone, dispersed along with the blood mist and stimulated the borisin warriors' senses, making them seem possessed by the power of gods and demons.\\n\\n\"O' Brood Lord, grant us muscles of iron and bones of steel. O' Brood Lord, grant us the power of the gods.\"\\n\\nHe recalled the days when flesh and blood were not restrained. Children of the borisin, who carry Moon Rage in them, had broken through the limitations of flesh and blood. Their bodies erupted and deformed, yet no longer able to feel pain or fear. Guiding them was once a privilege and responsibility reserved only for the strong."
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        "Name": "Prisoner's Restrictive Fetters",
        "Desc": "Metal shackles that bind the feet of the beasts, imprisoning evils and preventing them from escaping and wrecking havoc.",
        "Story": "The borisin roam the galaxy, despising the settled civilizations. They took away peace and tranquility and brought all-consuming war with them. Their harsh beliefs in survival compel them to fight incessantly, ever-devoting themselves to a life of bloodshed.\\n\\nThey have their own beliefs and ways — wherever the borisin set foot, it becomes their territory and nation.\\n\\nThe borisin Warhead takes pride from igniting one flame of war after another, crushing the dignity of protectors, drinking the tears of the displaced, and trampling on the trust of close ones. He allowed thorns to grow wild and fertile land to be destroyed, forced people into slavery and enjoyed an extravagant life... In order to surpass the past leaders, the new Warhead had to cast aside peace and lead his soldiers on an expedition to the outside world in order to make a name for himself and affirm his position in the tribe.\\n\\n\"Borisin Brood Lord, with you come war and a scourge upon all worlds. Your sentence is to be eternally detained and imprisoned, never to be reborn.\"\\n\\nThe Warhead is puzzled by the sentence. He looks around, confused at the trials of the weak. Those so-called crimes are nothing more than the laws of survival."
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  "117": {
    "Name": "Pioneer Diver of Dead Waters",
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        "Name": "Pioneer's Heatproof Shell",
        "Desc": "A heavy diving helmet in a style common in Orkron. Through the small porthole, one can only see the unbearable and endless expanse of darkness.",
        "Story": "Clouds accumulate over Orkron's night sky, and shimmering planetary rings are concealed within them. Scarlet snowflakes fall on the heavy helmet, quietly filling the grooves of rusted iron, covering the traces of erosion. The two girls sit in the cedarwood forest... taking a momentary break in their journey.\\n\\n\"Look! The air in Orkron smells like raspberries.\" Scarlet snowflakes fall on the soft, cloud-like sugar threads and quickly disappear. The little Nameless from Toyro laughs and then bends over, holding her stomach. She laughs at her own choice of words — how can one see a scent with one's eyes? After a moment of shared laughter, the silence cuts like a sharpened blade, and the air seems to frost over in an instant.\\n\\n\"Frebass, are you still going to the depths of IX?\" The question comes from her companion who is always carrying a long blade. She is a good companion, but no one knows where she comes from.\\n\\nThe little Nameless hides inside her bulky diving suit. A long pause later, she hands the companion a slightly burnt marshmallow, her eyes narrowed like the silhouette of a fully opened sail:\\n\\n\"Of course — because I will walk on a road deeper and further than Akivili's!\""
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        "Name": "Pioneer's Lacuna Compass",
        "Desc": "A compass in the form of a wristwatch. The magnetic needle has been removed and can no longer point in any direction.",
        "Story": "\"The undercurrent in the sea,\\nWhispering as it pecked at her bones, in one rise and fall of time,\\nShe experienced the stages of old age and youth,\\nAnd entered the vortex.\"\\n\\nThe girl has heard a story like this. In the story, the world people inhabit is depicted as a towering tree, composed of ownerless energy. \"This kind of energy is invisible, intangible, incomprehensible, and meaningless,\" she thought, \"just like how IX has no meaning.\"\\n\\nThe little Nameless is somewhat melancholic, worrying about how she would orient herself after stepping into the depths of \"Nihility.\" But soon, she had an inspiration — on her fourteenth birthday, her mother left her with one last gift... a small compass.\\n\\n\"If that's the case, as long as the compass senses not the magnetic field but 'energy,' wouldn't that solve the problem?\"\\n\\nThe little Nameless removed the magnetic needle from the compass, but when the girl descended into the darkness, she realized that the compass' only direction was down."
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      "31173": {
        "Name": "Pioneer's Sealed Lead Apron",
        "Desc": "A heavy diving suit crafted from scrap iron, airtight and impenetrable. Even its wearer often jests that it resembles more of a deep-sea coffin.",
        "Story": "\"Frebass, the Nameless from Toyro, died for fourteen days and nights.\\nShe forgot the cries of seagulls, the roar of the abyss,\\nThe gains, and the losses.\"\\n\\nThe little Nameless gazed at the planetary ring wider than the boulevards of Toyro. She decided to launch herself into the singularity in the black hole.\\n\\n\"Even Akivili didn't manage to go there.\" The girl could always hear the distant sound of waves echoing in her heart. \"I will walk on a road deeper and further than Akivili's.\" She prepared herself thoroughly — unidentified rusty metal plates, used oxygen tanks, discarded gyroscopic posture control devices, a self-circulating life support system, and a rectifying hood... She soldered all the materials together, ensuring that the entire suit was airtight. She believed it would protect her from the harm of Nihility.\\n\\nShe picked up the diving helmet her father left behind and wore a self-made \"Medallion of Honor.\" Before leaving, she and her companion once again went to the cedarwood forest, toasting marshmallows one last time.\\n\\nLater, when Frebass' spacecraft approached the edge of the black hole, this was all she could recall about Orkron."
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        "Name": "Pioneer's Starfaring Anchor",
        "Desc": "The heavy boots are formed like the anchor of a ship. Its owner is prepared to never return to the surface.",
        "Story": "\"O, you who turn the wheel and watch the wind,\\nThink of Frebass,\\nAnd how she was once as beautiful and stood as tall as you.\"\\n\\nThe lead boots, like iron anchors, drag the girl down further and further. They are dutifully carrying out the task bestowed upon them from the beginning of their conception.\\n\\nThe girl never closes her eyes, fighting boldly against the cold and lonely darkness. She remembers the first time she heard stories about Akivili. She remembers the first day she set upon the journey and the \"Medallion of Honor\" she forged for herself. She remembers the <unbreak>30</unbreak> days she spent journeying with her companion. She remembers the forest glade they gathered in for the first and last time, and how the air there tasted like raspberries. She remembers whistles, guitars, and the flute, and the songs they sang together. She remembers scarlet snow falling on slightly burnt marshmallows and disappearing.\\n\\nThe vast void looms near the end of the vivid memories, yet she suddenly sees a dash of crimson blinking briefly into existence in the center of the pitch-black world.\\n\\nTherefore, the little Nameless remembers the smile she gave from the bottom of her heart when the girl with the sword took the marshmallows for the final time.\\n\\n\"I never thought I would meet anyone similar to me. You've walked so much further on this road than me.\\nTherefore, you will surely walk with me till then end, right?\"\\n\"Of course. Our end has already been determined... However, just like you said —\\nEven though I may turn into a shallow puddle of dead water in the end, there is still a lot I can do on my journey toward that moment. Therefore, no matter what, I have to go try it—\\n— Because I will walk on a road deeper and further than Akivili's!\""
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  "118": {
    "Name": "Watchmaker, Master of Dream Machinations",
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      "31181": {
        "Name": "Watchmaker's Telescoping Lens",
        "Desc": "An eyepiece with gold carvings. The lens reflects the wonders from far away to help its owner peer through the illusory dreams.",
        "Story": "In the stories about the Watchmaker in Penacony, he always possesses a unique insight that allows him to easily discern business opportunities beneath the dreamy bubbles, and create grandiose enterprises that none have thought of.\\n\\nThe frontier prison earned its freedom amidst the Cancer of All Worlds, and welcomed peace and prosperity under the radiance of The Family. It is said that was when the Watchmaker entered the fray. His eyepiece reflected the essence of this Dreamscape — People spend like wastrels in the Moment of Dusk only to \"seek the impossible in dreams.\" From then on, Penacony's dreams started to contain many incredulous objects: Teapots that can tell jokes, race cars that twirl as they drive, and mansions that switch their location every day... Most of them are utterly useless, however they are being sold at astronomical prices. And those who visit from afar are willing to toss mountains of cash for them.\\n\\nThis is a fantastical Dreamscape, so why not indulge in madness? The words \"Exclusive and only in the dream\" are enough to redefine the worth of luxuries in the Dreamscape.\\n\\nThe Alfalfa Family and old Dreamchasers from the commercial world often feel regret about this, lamenting that they did not spot these opportunities at earlier times. The Watchmaker simply saw a bit further than them — Just a bit further every time."
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        "Name": "Watchmaker's Fortuitous Wristwatch",
        "Desc": "A wristwatch of fine craftsmanship. It contains a unique watch face and clock hands. It is said to be the symbol of good luck in the Dreamscape.",
        "Story": "Why the Watchmaker is called \"the Watchmaker\" is the biggest puzzle in this serialized story.\\n\\nSome say he was once a craftsman at a clocktower. Some say he was once a merchant who sold timepieces. There are even those who say his head is shaped like a watch face — Just like Clockie, which he created.\\n\\nAs rumors abound, the wristwatches in the dream soared in popularity with the Watchmaker's fame. The Dreamchasers know these watches have nothing to do with the esteemed man, yet still regard the watches as a way to show their respect for him and a symbol of good fortune. Due to the promotion of many commercial activities, the clock symbol became the most ubiquitous thing in Penacony — Clothes, accessories, food... From graffiti in the alleys to the giant timepieces in the hotel lobbies, the influence of this legendary mogul can be seen anywhere.\\n\\n\"Who wouldn't like clocks in Penacony?\"\\n\\nThe real Watchmaker seems to have assented to this and never expressed any opinions against that initial wristwatch design, till the clock symbol just became another fact of life in Penacony, till no one ever asked about the origin of the Watchmaker again."
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        "Name": "Watchmaker's Illusory Formal Suit",
        "Desc": "A splendid and luxurious formal suit with leather collars. It is magnificent and elegant, usually reserved for formal occasions such as feasts.",
        "Story": "In the various legends in Penacony, the Watchmaker has very diverse identities and appearances.\\n\\nIn these rootless fables, he is sometimes a kind old gentleman, an elegant lady, and even a giant gentleman hundreds of feet tall... however, no matter the version of the story, he is always magnificently dressed.\\n\\nLegends say that the Watchmaker will share his secret with his dance partner at the Dreamscape where dusk and dawn intertwines. Hearing this, people eagerly join the dance floor and invite every single mysterious guest hidden in the lavishly-dressed crowd — More and more Dreamchasers meet each other in this way and the ball gradually becomes a place to socialize for friendships and love. The expensive tickets are always sold out upon release. Even if the master dressed to the nines from legends never appeared, it did not hinder the passion with which the guests sought an encounter with him.\\n\\n\"Your outfit... could you be the famous Watchmaker?\" This question went from what was initially a genuine query to an expression of flattery, finally becoming a code phrase for an invitation to a dance.\\n\\nThe Watchmaker gained a new business of hosting balls, and the Dreamscape had an extra dash of romance and passion added to it."
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        "Name": "Watchmaker's Dream-Concealing Dress Shoes",
        "Desc": "A pair of elegant leather shoes. The wearer had once stealthily walked upon dreams in an enigmatic form.",
        "Story": "The Watchmaker has trodden over every inch of the Dreamscape and also across the annals of Penacony's history. His name has been talked about for centuries in this land of the dreams, and Dreamchasers of today can still hear of his whereabouts.\\n\\nPeople start to suspect whether the Watchmaker is one person, a group, or a lie woven by The Family.\\n\\nSome Dreamchasers swear to unveil the truth about the Watchmaker. They head to various Dreamscapes to seek traces of the mysterious mogul, only to gain nothing but mirages — A mysterious guest at a certain business negotiation, a masterless brand that soared into unexpected success, a huge investment with no traceable source... Every time they try to deduce that the Watchmaker does not exist, they are proving that the Watchmaker is everywhere in the dream.\\n\\nBooks about the Watchmaker fill the bookshelves in the Primal Waking Library. His name forever envelops Penacony.\\n\\nThe more people want to discover the truth, the more they will be blinded by lies... Amidst the thousands of legends and rumors, this superstar of the festivities will only leave his footprints, but never his face."
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  "119": {
    "Name": "Iron Cavalry Against the Scourge",
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        "Name": "Iron Cavalry's Homing Helm",
        "Desc": "An iron helm that significantly enhances sensory signals, fusing the consciousness of the Glamoth Iron Cavalry together with their armor.",
        "Story": "The Swarm that covers the sky turns to dust in a sea of fire. Silvery-white snowflakes drift in deep space, reflecting the pallid light of the star. In this brief moment, the endless sound of buzzing and the commands in the communication channel finally dials down to silence.\\n\\nThe Swarm attacking the \"empire\" has not been eradicated, and the next command to head to battle will ring out again after a brief pause, as it always did.\\n\\nThe Iron Cavalry of the \"empire\" feels the external sensations passed to her via the deep spinal cord signals. She remembers what she felt the last time she was removed from the cockpit. The hot wind had lightly tousled her hair and the humid air soaked the tissue on the back of her neck, with droplets of sweat stuck to her skin. She does not hate that feeling. It is tenfold more lively than the simulated signals. The armor deeply synchronizes its sensory organs with that of the pilot. Though this would worsen the pain of entropy loss, the Iron Cavalry has no other choice if they wish to defeat the Swarm.\\n\\n<i>\"Rule 8 of the Glamoth Military Regulations. Any surviving Cavalry members should voluntarily return to their regiment...\"</i>\\n\\nThe fighter only realizes that the external sensory signals have tricked her when she sees the decapitated silver armor — The next command to head to the battlefield will never sound again. What a cruel brief reprieve."
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        "Name": "Iron Cavalry's Crushing Wristguard",
        "Desc": "A powerful iron wristguard that can crush insectoids. It is sharp and light while being hard and sturdy.",
        "Story": "Glamoth's Iron Cavalry clenches their wrists tight, causing the filthy carapaces of the Swarm to crack open, allowing the corrosive fluid from their abdomens to spray freely. When the insectoid fluid touches their silvery armor, it vaporises instantly, leaving only stains of filth and blood.\\n\\nThe wreckage of armor and insectoid limbs scatter as deep-space debris. Around Glamoth, the \"River of Death\" flowes silently under the pull of gravity, marking the end of the bloody battle.\\n\\nThe leaders of the council discuss the post-war situation, passing judgment on Titania, who had never wielded real power. It is because of her control over the Iron Cavalry, whose power rivaled that of the Swarm. She is the greatest threat to the Republic's continued survival... People ring the bells of peace, declaring to the populace that the Swarm had dispersed, and the azure sky would return to the hands of the Republic.\\n\\n<i>\"If we do not restrain the 'Empress,' who else can control these weapons?\"</i>\\n\\nThe Iron Cavalry ceaselessly hone their iron fists' strength in their brief lives. But they never imagined that those pale feeble hands in the council, lifting high, would possess the power to change Glamoth's fate."
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        "Name": "Iron Cavalry's Silvery Armor",
        "Desc": "The fiery propulsion armor gives Glamoth's Iron Cavalry a flame hot enough to ignite the battlefield.",
        "Story": "Several arcs of intense fire streak across the night sky, surpassing the horizon where dawn rises, heading toward different star sectors of Glamoth — a routine that the residents of the Republic are most familiar with and also most terrified of.\\n\\nSilver-tinged armors soar through the skies, racing against time to reach the devastated battlefields, too preoccupied to gaze down at the views they tirelessly guard day and night.\\n\\nThe Empress' orders brook no argument. Identical-looking warriors are birthed from the incubators, swearing allegiance to the Empress and to reclaim Glamoth's skies. The Iron Cavalry traverse through the mountains of corpses and seas of flying insectoids' blood, burning the charred remnants of the vermin's shells, shattering their colossal jaws and toothy remnants... The fate of Glamoth's Iron Cavalry is to endure the slow disintegration of entropy, burning fiercely on the threshold between life and death.\\n\\nUntil the flames are completely extinguished, until the insectoids that blot out the sky turn into ashen black earth, until no one remains alive — such a daily routine would continue...\\n\\nWhat does it mean to be alive? As the acceleration of the propelled armor tightly clamps down on their chests and as the piercing pain of entropy-induced numbness briefly surfaces on their bodies, they would taste a brief hint of what it means to be alive."
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        "Name": "Iron Cavalry's Skywalk Greaves",
        "Desc": "Mechanical greaves that combine destructive capacities with speed. They allow Glamoth's Iron Cavalry to leap high and concentrate their strength into a kick directed at a single point on the enemy.",
        "Story": "The Iron Cavalry's tracks spread across every corner of Glamoth's \"Empire\" like blazing meteors, yet they cannot escape the \"dream\" woven by Titania.\\n\\nThe people of the Republic worry about the legion born for war, questioning how much overlap there truly is between the \"Empire\" that never existed and the territories that the ordinary people are familiar with...\\n\\nThe Empress bestows honor and faith upon her knights, and the Iron Cavalry offers loyalty and commitment to the Empress... New humans are continuously birthed from incubators and given numbers and missions, while old humans hide beneath steel barriers, anxiously enjoying the long-awaited peace they yearned for. The deception of peace needs to be exposed by someone, and that particular method of war that shook the very foundation of humanity should not exist in the world. When the catastrophe fades, people with fear in their hearts then want to destroy the distorted products of war completely...\\n\\nThe Iron Cavalry's greaves break through the sky. As long as they are willing, they can reach any star.\\n\\nHowever, the \"Empire\" is nowhere to be found. Before the Iron Cavalry lies only a predetermined path — one end leading to death, the other to themselves."
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  "120": {
    "Name": "The Wind-Soaring Valorous",
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      "31201": {
        "Name": "Valorous Mask of Northern Skies",
        "Desc": "A face mask modeled after the ferocious bird \"Dafeng.\" With its two pairs of auxiliary eyes, it has witnessed divine miracles.",
        "Story": "Her eagle helmet had two pairs of auxiliary eyes, ensuring clear vision of her surroundings under any lighting conditions. However, these auxiliary eyes were now coated with dried, tainted blood, and everything within sight was tinged with rust.\\n\\nThe general awoke from unconsciousness, rising from a mountain of corpses. Behind her, the Cloudpeer Telescope stood tall like a towering spire reaching into the sky. At the pinnacle of the tower, a radiant light pulsed incessantly, repeating cryptic messages that only stargazers could decipher. Sustained by the collective will of trillions within the Alliance, it was praying to the god — right now, she and her lifeless comrades who had long since laid down their lives were fighting for this whispered plea to reach the heavens and bestow death.\\n\\n\"It's here...\" the general murmured softly, gazing upward. She couldn't see the form of the god or hear THEIR voice, but she could sense the evidence of THEIR arrival — waves of scorching air suddenly surged, like a branding iron skimming across her skin. Fiery sparks danced amidst the mist of blood, obscuring the sky like a curtain, which, in the ensuing moment, was torn open by an unbearable light...\\n\\nIt came. The miracle exchanged through the lives of countless soldiers finally came. She had witnessed the ruins of celestial bodies condemned by the god to become realms of the dead and had once pursued this light's trail in battle. She thought the light was extremely fast, too fast to even entertain any stray thoughts. But she was wrong. That moment was long enough for her to think of her beloved disciple again:\\n\\n<i>\"Make a wish, then. Wish for her path to be clear...\"</i>\\n\\nThe earth surged like angry waves, roaring with the sea of light, and she had no more worldly thoughts, transforming into dust within the light."
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        "Name": "Valorous Bracelet of Grappling Hooks",
        "Desc": "A bionic gauntlet integrated with the body. To hunt fearsome beasts, one must possess claws sharper than those of the beasts themselves.",
        "Story": "The Verdant Knights under her command were as valiant as the Borisin Wolftroopers. Even if their swords broke and their bows snapped, without an inch of iron left in their hands, they could still fight to the death relying solely on the sharp claws on their gauntlets.\\n\\nIt is rumored that the foxian warriors of the Verdantia Fleet often rescued worlds ruled by the borisin. These foxians born in \"fallen territories\" have mixed bloodlines, occasionally producing individuals exhibiting atavistic mutations. These foxian individuals are conscripted as war slaves, driven by their wolf-headed masters to serve as vanguards before battles and as cannon fodder to delay attacks by Xianzhou ships.\\n\\n\"Join the Verdant Knights, and we will give you the chance to seek revenge against your wolf-headed masters!\" During recruitment and training, the general remembered saying this to the young foxian girl. But she felt guilty for the latter half of the sentence that she couldn't bring herself to say: \"Like me, you were born for war and will die for war.\"\\n\\nAlthough the war slaves possessed strength and speed comparable to their wolf-headed masters, their mutations also depleted their life and sanity. When their will was burnt to embers by rage, they would descend into bloodthirsty monsters.\\n\\nWhen pure bestial fury rules their bodies and after completing the final hunt and chase of this life, these gauntlets will become shackles that bind their hands, never to be separated from flesh and blood again."
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      "31203": {
        "Name": "Valorous Plate of Soaring Flight",
        "Desc": "Like the cold wind, soaring above a pack of wolves with their heads held high. The hunter and the hunted will eventually switch places.",
        "Story": "She still remembered the ancient ballad of the fox clans, singing a tune that never quite became a melody, only a mournful lament for their lost homeland. <i>\"Sauntering fox on the distant shore. Traveling slowly, thirsty and hungry. My heart is filled with sorrow, yet no one knows my grief.\"</i>...\\n\\nThousands of years ago, they became livestock, servants, and currency under the tyranny of the wolves' claws. Thousands of years later, they still fight tirelessly for the liberation of their kin. Despite lacking their natural enemies' constant mutating and transforming bodies, they possess keen adaptability and wit.\\n\\nTheir wolf-headed masters commanded them to craft tools for use, yet repeatedly dug out their eyes to prevent learning and forbade them from possessing metals to avoid copying any tools. None of this could erase the fox clans' inner desire: One day, they would teach the hunters the fear of being hunted. One day, they would swap places with the hunters and pursue those without rest.\\n\\nIn the end, the fox races forged porcelain into armor. The Verdantia Knights' porcelain armor was as light as the wind and strong as steel. Their wolf-headed masters' claws and weapons of flesh could not harm them in the slightest.\\n\\nThe general donned this porcelain armor, rising with the Verdantia Fleet warriors with the wind, becoming a nightmare soaring above the borisin. They advanced and retreated in formation, like a flock of hunting birds, echoing each other. But no matter how sturdy this armor was, she always believed in this: A body tempered by pain is the best weapon, and comrades who share hardship are the best armor.\\n\\n<i>\"Birds spread wings. Beasts bare fangs. Who said we have naught to garner? Our comrades are our armor.\"</i>"
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      "31204": {
        "Name": "Valorous Greaves of Pursuing Hunt",
        "Desc": "Combat boots fashioned after talons. They allow the wearer to swiftly dash onto the battlefield like the wind, effortlessly traversing through thorns and rugged terrain.",
        "Story": "She watched the girl's figure dart swift and sure in the soft moonlight. She followed the girl's footsteps and scent like a hunter tracking their prey. Finally, she waited for the girl at the end of the road.\\nOr perhaps, it was the girl waiting for her to arrive.\\n\\nIn the moonlight, the general saw that face clearly.\\n<i>\"Do you want to join the Cloud Knights that much?\"</i>\\n<i>\"I don't want to give my life to a wolf-headed master.\"</i>\\nThe girl's borisin speech was difficult and broken. The expression on that face — the general had seen it countless times while rescuing trapped kin from the fallen territories.\\nThough these people shared the same blood as her, yet they spoke different languages and harbored different thoughts.\\nThey never considered themselves descendants of the foxes, but then, who were they?\\nThe general trembled slightly, stepping aside and vacating the path.\\n<i>\"Go. From tonight, they won't chase you anymore...\"</i>\\n<i>\"But I want them dead.\"</i>\\n\\nThe general looked at her in disbelief, as amazed as if she had seen a shooting star streak across the sky, and the girl's animal-like figure suddenly vanished into the darkness.\\nThe general closed her eyes as if the moonlight burned them. After a moment, she looked down and saw the girl's bare, thorn-scarred feet covered in mud.\\n\\n<i>\"Why aren't you wearing shoes?\"</i>\\n<i>\"I forgot. I didn't notice.\"</i>\\nThe general took off her own boots, compared sizes, and helped the girl put them on.\\n<i>\"They fit pretty well... Let's go then.\"</i>\\n<i>\"What about you?\"</i>\\n<i>\"I'm used to walking on thorns.\"</i>\\n\\nShe quickened her pace, barefoot and agile, with the girl closely chasing after her.\\nOr perhaps, they were both chasing after each other."
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  "121": {
    "Name": "Sacerdos' Relived Ordeal",
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      "31211": {
        "Name": "Sacerdos' Melodic Earrings",
        "Desc": "He often sits in the confessional booth listening to the stories. The earrings serve as a constant reminder that even the faintest whispers have their weight.",
        "Story": "\"As you command. I committed sins. I falsely claimed that various lineages were divided and exchanged this hearsay misinformation for payment...\"\\n\\nThrough the partition, the family head catches the journalist's evasive gaze as the penitent nervously awaits his response — a ritual of confession he had done countless times when his consolations ring out like bells to let the faithful repent for their sins. However, this time he subconsciously turns his head, trying to say something but stopping himself, letting his metal earrings emit a crisp noise next to his ears.\\n\\n\"I'm fully aware that this claim is completely groundless. Thanks to the grace of the Great One, all Family members stand united as one. This is the collective desire of all lineage members, and their reason for devoutly embracing the Great One.\"\\n\\nThe penitent confesses his sins, resolves to amend his mistakes, and seeks absolution from their evil via the harmonic tunes. The family head closes his eyes gently and utters the sacred benediction.\\n\\n\"Very well. Show your sincerity to the other Family members and dispel those rumors. In this way, you shall be reinstated with harmony. Now, please leave in peace.\"\\n\\nWhat sin is there in speaking truth? His dictates are crystal clear but are burdened like a yoke. He sighs and shakes his head.\\n\\n\"...Next, please step forward.\""
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      "31212": {
        "Name": "Sacerdos' Welcoming Gloves",
        "Desc": "He often stands in the mansion to greet visitors, countless times making the gesture of invitation. The pristine gloves remind him of observances of humility and courtesy.",
        "Story": "\"These visitors claimed to have urgent matters to report, esteemed head, but some of their identities remain questionable, and they used shady means to enter the Dreamscape...\"\\n\\nThe uninvited guests trespassing the Dreamscape are lined up. If all goes according to plan, malefactors who inflicted harm will face banishment, and impostors with fraudulent identities will be apprehended. He says nothing, yet all arrangements have been made. The innocents witness his wrath, and expectations and uneasy spark in their eyes — Then, he smiles, extending his hand in an inviting gesture to the people remaining before him. It is a symbol of acknowledgment and a display of authority.\\n\\n\"You are all esteemed guests of the Oak Family, and therefore you shall be welcomed with courtesy. Perhaps you wonder how you are judged fairly. Allow me to give a short explanation — It is because the 'road' you walk on has crossed with mine.\"\\n\\nThe attendants, the artists, and the jobless ones dispelled their doubts as they recognized the truth behind his invitation.\\n\\n\"Let transgressors face deserved punishment, and let guests receive deserved courtesy. Such should be the law of harmony.\"\\n\\nThe family head's combined sternness and generosity are enough to earn him the trust of his guests. Surveying the assembly, he bows slowly...\\n\\n\"Welcome to the Oak family.\""
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        "Name": "Sacerdos' Ceremonial Garb",
        "Desc": "He often stands before the dressing mirror, ensuring his attire is impeccable and his features perfect. Before he leaves the house, he will ensure that everything is meticulously arranged, and no deviations will occur.",
        "Story": "\"...Birds are born with no shackles, then what fetters my fate♬?\"\\n\\nOn rehearsal day, the young family head hides in a corner of the audience seats, refraining from distracting the singer on the stage and maintaining the right distance, just as he had wished. He sits upright in his ceremonial garb as the solitary listener for that moment. Amidst the familiar melodies, his thoughts drift back to his childhood, recalling occasions when she sang on stage, and he was her only audience —\\n\\n\"It's been so long since you sang with joy... I've built a stage for you, though it's... a bit rudimentary.\"\\n\\nDuring the concert for the two of them, he vowed to fulfill her dream of gracing a grander, brighter stage someday.\\n\\n\"Let my heart bravely spread the wings. Soaring past the night. To trace the bright moonlight...♬\"\\n\\nHe snaps out of his trance, then faces the root of his reluctance to draw nearer to the stage — His ceremonial garb is not just for enjoying the performance, but for the chance to withdraw at any moment he pleased.\\n\\n\"Congratulations, sister. We have both achieved our aspirations,\" he softly utters."
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      "31214": {
        "Name": "Sacerdos' Arduous Boots",
        "Desc": "He often chose boots that snugly embrace his feet before embarking on his journeys. Despite numerous falls, he rose each time.",
        "Story": "\"Go now. You are free — O chosen one, who dared to exceed his bounds. Sever your wings, descend to the mortal realm, and walk their lands. See what this world is truly like.\"\\n\\nSince then, the IPC executive's words often echo in his mind. He traverses bustling streets and quiet shores, always in motion yet rooted in place... He never doubts that he has the determination to remain unwavering or that he has the capacity to execute the plan with devotion, but before rising again, he intended to pause and savor the hard touch of ideals crashed to the ground...\\n\\n\"The fragmented stones, steeped in beast blood and human sweat, forever cold, rough, and unyielding...\"\\n\\nAs the head of the Oak Family, he had shepherded numerous lost souls onto the right path. Yet, when it concerns himself, those gentle reassurances seem to lose their charm — He does not need rebuke, guidance, or sympathy.\\n\\n\"Only from the mire arise those who trudge and toil. I shall press forward, learning more from my stumbles than my triumphs.\"\\n\\nBefore truly embarking on his new journey, he has enough time to slow down, reflect and rearrange his thoughts, then continue to wander at the same spot.\\n\\n\"Walking has no intricate philosophy. If one path proves impassable, simply veer onto another.\""
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  "122": {
    "Name": "Scholar Lost in Erudition",
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      "31221": {
        "Name": "Scholar's Silver-Rimmed Monocle",
        "Desc": "A crystal monocle reflecting a grand building, demonstrating its owner's sophistication and erudition along with the cane, bracelet, and brooch.",
        "Story": "[ID] EVD-W<unbreak>019</unbreak>EI<unbreak>06</unbreak>-<unbreak>003</unbreak>\\n\\n[Name] Crystal monocle\\n\\n[Key Feature] Displays evident fractures\\n\\n[Location] Bohdan laboratory in the Energy Research Lab, Ohioti Central Academy of Sciences\\n\\n[Individual Involved] Bohdan, the Chief Scientist in the energy analysis field and member No. #7 of the Genius Society.\\n\\n[Site Analysis]\\nThe traces on the site indicate that the subject inadvertently triggered a reaction while operating the observation device, leading to Phlogiston leakage from the vessel and severe injury to the subject's left hand. During the incident, the monocle fell from a height and was fractured.\\n\\n[Supplementary Testimony]\\nBohdan mentioned abnormal visual light emissions in the monocle during experimentation, resulting in a series of coincidences that eventually led to the Phlogiston leak.\\n\\nThe testimony was deemed inadmissible due to an excessive number of coincidences mentioned by the witness.\\n\\n[Additional Information]\\nSuspected as a premeditated criminal act. However, the cascading coincidences creating the Butterfly Effect did not constitute a reproducible criminal method, therefore this event was ultimately classified as an accident.\\n\\n[Recording]\\n<i>\"...This accident is actually a blessing in disguise, because it sent Lambda back to me again. Actually, this is our fourth remarriage... and it's a bit embarrassing to say, but this is MY first proposal for a remarriage.\" </i>Sourced from Bohdan."
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      "31222": {
        "Name": "Scholar's Auxiliary Knuckle",
        "Desc": "An exoskeleton crafted from an alloy that aids finger movements, tailored to the user's hand and of significant value.",
        "Story": "[ID] EVD-X<unbreak>024</unbreak>DE<unbreak>18</unbreak>-<unbreak>002</unbreak>\\n\\n[Name] Finger exoskeleton infused with Grayseal Gold alloy\\n\\n[Key Feature] Displays signs of external damage. Confirmed to have been damaged before the explosion\\n\\n[Location] Central control room, polar energy excavation site\\n\\n[Individual Involved] Lambda (deceased), the best scientist in bio-wave detection science and member No. #8 of the Genius Society.\\n\\n[Site Analysis]\\nSurveillance footage indicates the subject's improper operation led to a volatile explosion in the central control room, which immediately killed the subject.\\n\\n[Supplementary Testimony]\\n<i>\"God knows what secrets she's been hiding, but if anything happens to her, Klein definitely has something in it!\"</i>\\n\\nTwo weeks prior to the explosion, Bohdan filed a report, stating that a thug had harmed his wife's disabled right hand. However, Lambda, the actual victim, declined further investigation and withdrew the case.\\n\\n[Additional Information]\\nAfter the explosion, the subject's husband requested to retrieve the exoskeleton along with the subject's finger bones once the investigation was over.\\nGiven the string of incredible coincidences in this incident, this case is recommended for high priority.\\n\\n[Recording]\\n<i>\"Come to me, Klein! We've got to settle this score! Both you and I know well there are no such things as 'coincidences' in this world, let alone this unbelievable string of them.\"</i>Sourced from the security system in Klein's house."
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      "31223": {
        "Name": "Scholar's Tweed Jacket",
        "Desc": "Tweed jackets paired with knitwear are a commonplace attire at the academy. For visiting scholars, its durable fabric is an ideal choice.",
        "Story": "[ID] EVD-X<unbreak>043</unbreak>FE<unbreak>21</unbreak>-<unbreak>001</unbreak>\\n\\n[Name] Tweed jacket, coarse spun wool vest, and white shirt\\n\\n[Key Feature] Displays an 8-centimeter Phlogiston burn mark on the left chest\\n\\n[Location] Bohdan laboratory in the Energy Research Lab, Ohioti Central Academy of Sciences\\n\\n[Individual Involved] Bohdan (Deceased), the best scientist in the energy analysis field and member No. #7 of the Genius Society.\\n\\n[Site Analysis]\\nThe traces on the site indicate that the Grayseal Gold pellets carried by the subject absorbed a substantial amount of Phlogiston, resulting in a temperature spike of nearly <unbreak>1,000</unbreak> degrees Celsius near the subject's heart, leaving burn marks on the jacket, vest, and shirt.\\n\\nHalf of an unburnt finger bone was found in the burnt area, identified as originating from Lambda or related to the high-purity Grayseal Gold pellets.\\n\\n[Supplementary Testimony]\\n<i>\"...We should have been more caring about him, especially considering he never truly let go of his wife's death...\"</i>\\n\\nAccording to other scholars at the lab, Bohdan, who devised the safety manual specifications, should not have made such a \"simple mistake.\"\\n\\n[Additional Information]\\nGrayseal Gold is a rare alloy developed by Klein, member No. #9 of the Genius Society, known for its ability to absorb and store Phlogiston.\\n\\nWhen a series of coincidences pile up, does that still count as a coincidence?\\n\\n[Relevant Document]\\n<i>\"It is strictly forbidden to bring high-purity Grayseal Gold alloy products into laboratories with Phlogiston observation areas.\" </i>Excerpted from the Energy Research Laboratory Safety Manual."
      },
      "31224": {
        "Name": "Scholar's Felt Snowboots",
        "Desc": "These cozy and stylish women's boots have accompanied their owner on polar expeditions for years, being perfectly in-fashion when paired with calf-length pants.",
        "Story": "[ID] EVD-X<unbreak>031</unbreak>JA<unbreak>12</unbreak>-<unbreak>004</unbreak>\\n\\n[Name] Women's snow boots for polar expeditions\\n\\n[Key Feature] Displays evident signs of wear and repair, with a hidden disk in the sole. Possibilities of espionage have been preliminarily ruled out\\n\\n[Location] Basement of Klein's House\\n\\n[Individual Involved] Klein (deceased), the best scientist in alloy material science and member No. #9 of the Genius Society.\\n\\n[Site Analysis]\\n\\nA huge number of items belonging to the late scientist Lambda were found in Klein's home, including the these boots.\\n\\n[Supplementary Testimony]\\n<i>\"Maybe I was wrong about him... I mean, Klein. As for my late wife, Lambda... She's been away from me for a long while, and I just feel... unfamiliar about her.\"</i>\\n\\nBohdan was unaware of his wife's belongings in Klein's home but displayed no visible surprise upon discovery.\\n\\n[Additional Information]\\nKlein's residence is located in a remote area with no visitors around the time of death as determined by the coroner. The preliminary diagnosis is accidental death.\\n\\nBohdan, Lambda, and Klein shared a unique relationship and the series of \"coincidences\" they experienced border on supernatural phenomena.\\n\\n[Recording]\\n<i>\"*Sigh* I know you doubt me, Bohdan, and I know I can't prove my innocence to you. I'm very sorry for what happened to Lambda. I feel guilty, but I'm the last one who would ever deliberately harm her... In fact, I have some leads about the murderer's identity. Have you ever heard of the Lord of Silence?... *noise*\" </i>Sourced from the disk hidden in the boots."
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  "123": {
    "Name": "Hero of Triumphant Song",
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      "31231": {
        "Name": "Hero's Wreath of Championship",
        "Desc": "Wreath awarded to the coliseum champion. Every gold leaf shimmers with courage and glory.",
        "Story": "Time appears to slow with Oronyx's sighs. He can hear his own weighted breathing, his ribs throbbing with pain in his chest, as if trying to suck in all the air in the arena... Sweat and blood mix together, the earth beneath his feet seducing him into surrender, to enjoy that soft, soothing rest — He is absolutely spent.\\n\\n\"Where will the next blow come from? Left, or right? A feint? Or...\"\\n\\nThe speartip is already lunging towards him, leaving him no time to think. Might as well entrust his fate to the Strife Titan — all he needs to do is thrust his spear forth.\\n\\nThe dust gradually settles, slanted rays of sunlight shining over the coliseum's side, bathing the flank of his face. He sees the spectators starting to stand up from their seats, raucous applause and cheers riding through the air like a surging tide. At this moment, to his surprise, he discovers that the coliseum is extremely spacious, and the feeling of being unable to escape seems to have never existed. The center of the vast coliseum contains only blood streaks, the fallen opponent, and a solitary, shining victor.\\n\\nThe lord of the city raises his hand high, declaring him the champion. The booming of drums follows and he dons the wreath, becoming a legend of the coliseum.\\n\\n\"You have been chosen as the barrier troops commander attending to the lord of the city. Your name will be synonymous with victory, to be written in heroic epics!\"\\n\\nSoon after, his name is cheered by all across the city. Nikador's glory shrouds him as if the entire world exists only for him."
      },
      "31232": {
        "Name": "Hero's Gilded Bracers",
        "Desc": "A pair of elite bracers for the barrier troops commander. They tightly wrap around the warrior's wrists, steadfastly supporting the trumpet of victory.",
        "Story": "Be it a triumphant victory or total defeat, the coliseum champion is always able to return from the battlefield. The lord of the city attributes his fortuitous luck as a \"symbol of victory,\" thus robbing the lance and shield in his hands in exchange for trumpets and banners, ordering him to bequeath his good fortune unto the whole army. The soldiers firmly believe that Nikador's glory walks with him, and as long as he spearheads the front, the path to victory is all but assured.\\n\\n\"Henceforth, you are no longer needed as a warrior, but should become a symbol.\"\\n\\nThe body honed sturdy as rock over days and nights of strenuous training, now exists only to be admired like a temple statue.\\n\\nHe has been barred from the training grounds, for the soldiers mortally fear the slightest accident befalling this \"symbol of victory.\" He has been invited to the lord of the city's feast, where guests insist he regale them with the legendary tale of those sixteen fights to the death. Now, he has been stationed at the borders of the battlefield, holding a trumpet, his scintillating gold braces reflecting a profile growing ever more unfamiliar, and a sudden tightness grips his heart — he only has to blow on this trumpet, never needing to charge into the fray again... So, this is the \"A hero who wins without fighting\" of which people speak.\\n\\n\"...If this can bring victory to the army, I will voluntarily forsake my glory on the battlefield.\"\\n\\nNikador never chooses a path to victory for a \"symbol,\" so he dares not slack off — the final battle of his life may be upon him..."
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      "31233": {
        "Name": "Hero's Gallant Golden Armor",
        "Desc": "Armor akin to a god's, perfectly fitting the bodily contours of a powerful physique.",
        "Story": "When confronting the god, whose mind has long been steeped in madness, it is destined that no mortal will leave the battle a victor. Spears break and shields fly where Nikador's lance sweeps past, wreaking destruction across every inch of the frontline... Disorder spreads throughout the ranks, soldiers descending into unprecedented chaos and fear. Drowned out by screams, wails, and the clanging clash of steel weapons, the trumpet calls of the coliseum hero have long since been unable to turn the tides of this defeat.\\n\\n\"Nikador wishes to take back the victory they promised, and I must repay it with my lance and blood.\"\\n\\nIn the roiling smoke and dust, a tattered banner advances in Nikador's direction. The soldiers notice that the hero of fortuitous fortune has chosen not to return home.\\n\\nIn the beginning, only four or five soldiers followed the hero. Then it turned into dozens, then hundreds... They walk behind the broad figure toward a battlefield of inevitable death to initiate their final charge — their fallen comrades seemingly turned into heroic spirits, whispering into their ears, spurring the survivors into finishing this final gambit. Even if Nikador has already descended into madness, they must have instinctively felt the resolute determination and undaunted will of this band of warriors.\\n\\n\"Look! The hero of the coliseum is still pushing forward! We must follow with haste!\"\\n\\nHis gilded armor still glints in the hues of sunset's glow, as he leads the army towards a dignified and noble death."
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      "31234": {
        "Name": "Hero's Firechasing Shinguard",
        "Desc": "Tight-fitting shinguards around a warrior's legs, its contours elegant and durable, imbued with the spirit to never retreat.",
        "Story": "The soldiers mutely walk into the ruins and start to sweep the battlefield. Some drag the corpses apart with difficulty, separating friend from foe, while others kneel by their dead comrades and gently close the eyes of the deceased... The battlefield's roars have long dissipated, leaving only a suffocating silence — The hero of the coliseum also sleeps forever among these fallen, only leaving behind a pair of upright gilded shinguards among the blood and dust.\\n\\n\"Remember, warriors on the battlefield never truly disappear. Their heroic souls will forever stay in the memories of future generations.\"\\n\\nLater, the silence is shattered by wailing elegies. Priests shuffle into the battlefield to organize funerals for the dead.\\n\\nFires light up the dark night, and the dirges endure for a time unceasing... Suddenly, the distant sky is pierced by a splendid ray of light, as if the Lance of Fury has been thrust into the earth — it is Nikador's summon to the heroic souls of this place. With that, the attending soldiers and commonfolk all kneel, raising both their hands above their heads, their hearts brimming with respect and gratitude — That ray of light turns into a warm aura of embrace, gently lifting each warrior's soul while whispering of the Titan's graces and magnanimity, proclaiming the heroes' everlasting immortality.\\n\\n\"Look, the hero of the coliseum leads the soldiers on a homeward triumph even in death.\"\\n\\nThe hero nods faintly — in the ballads of old, his noble soul will once again be reforged."
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  "124": {
    "Name": "Poet of Mourning Collapse",
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      "31241": {
        "Name": "Poet's Dill Wreath",
        "Desc": "Before the Temple of Dusk in spring, the most outstanding of bards will receive a dill wreath bequeathed by Mnestia.",
        "Story": "<i>\"Mnestia, we pray to you. For if the world had no song, there shall be no song-filled spring, and no forest will sprout blooms...\"</i>\\n\\nAfter cleansing both hands by the stream, then scooping out chilled wine as an offering to the god, the bards gather before the temple, bickering over who would receive Mnestia's blessed wreath. The three sisters of Parthia, renowned for their poems of love, demonstrate their song first. They are followed by an old man, Lupes, the poet with myriad mesmerizing metaphors. Lyrics of honeyed elegance do not move the goddess, the wine cup before them unmoving.\\n\\nUntil a wandering poet plucks the seven-stringed lyre in her hands, playing a tale written on ancient papyrus. Sand and winds from a millennia ago sweep across, and the story starts thus — In an age when many cities still existed in the world, a city was attacked by an evil dragon.\\n\\n<i>\"Lament for my homeland...</i>\\n<i>A monster dwells in its palatial hall, noble heirs becoming vile scoundrels,</i>\\n<i>All because of that giant dragon that breached the high tower,</i>\\n<i>Corrupting my ruler, devouring my kingdom's princess...\"</i>\\n\\nThe wine is imbibed fully by the goddess, and the wandering poet becomes the owner of their wreath."
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      "31242": {
        "Name": "Poet's Gilded Bracelet",
        "Desc": "A bracelet crafted from favored metal. The evil dragon in the story was once fettered in shackles made from this metal.",
        "Story": "<i>\"People dug up gold from Georios' body, the first fearsome metal of its kind. And thus deceit and war were born.\"</i>\\n\\nThe origin of warfare has long since faded from time, and much of history has turned into legend. Yet, even as a legend, it is clear that arrogance, deceit, and avarice are the reasons for endless conflict among people, though gold takes the wrongful blame as its source. Just like those resplendent years untouched by strife, white iron and bronze were originally ritual offerings to gods. It was only later that they were cast off from altars and melted into armaments, becoming even more fearsome metals than gold.\\n\\nThe dragon in the story has been subjugated, right...? The wars among the cities are also near waning. The wandering poet's travels bring her to the holy city, where she plays the tale of the aftermath — After the evil dragon occupies the city, people rally dragon-hunting braves to rescue the princess.\\n\\n<i>\"Lament for my homeland...</i>\\n<i>The courageous centurion, with shackles forged in heavy gold, finally subjugates the evil dragon.</i>\\n<i>The old ruler's cries can be heard from the tower-top...</i>\\n<i>From the dragon's belly, only scant parts of the devoured princess are found, where only bones remain.\"</i>\\n\\nThe metal bracelet's tassels run across the lyre, emitting a crisp sigh."
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        "Name": "Poet's Star-Studded Skirt",
        "Desc": "Dawn is the gentlest time of the day, her skirt is coincidentally also the colors of the last string of stars before dawn.",
        "Story": "<i>\"When Aquila opens their eyes, all the stars are asleep. Only one squinting night star remains, being the most curious.\"</i>\\n\\nThe narrative poem continues till the second cycle of day and night. More listeners gather around the poet, among them Kremnoans with quivers clinking with arrows, and those from Janusopolis who cast divining rods for godly advice. Since the black tide's encroachment across cities, countless historical records have been scattered, and the Grove's scholars have had little time to collect all the documents — many lesser cities did not even get the chance to leave their names behind.\\n\\nOnly the wandering poet knows that the old city occupied by the evil dragon once possessed the esoteric method of alchemy: With flesh as the foundation, everything could be created, and miracles could be performed. The alchemists spoke as such to the king, heartbroken from the tragic loss of his beloved daughter.\\n\\n<i>\"Lament for my homeland...</i>\\n<i>The silver-tongued alchemist was confident he could resurrect the princess from the dragon's flesh.</i>\\n<i>What is dead, yet undead. Another ten days pass.</i>\\n<i>The ritual is finally complete, alas...\"</i>\\n\\nThe final nighttime star reluctantly closes its eyes, hankering to listen to the incomplete story of the children of humankind."
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        "Name": "Poet's Silver-Studded Shoes",
        "Desc": "Woven shoes inlaid with silver studs, pressing worded patterns across the sand she treads. On her mission to gather all the poems of the past, she has never once ceased her footsteps.",
        "Story": "<i>\"The people know not where to seek Thanatos' trail, and there are legends that say no living can cross the River of Souls. Where, then, does the river flow?\"</i>\\n\\n\"We have never heard of such a dragon, nor come across the existence of resurrection rituals in ancient tomes\" — Some doubtful among the listeners voice out. The poet replies — She is not an offspring of the old cities, therefore not certain whether there was truly an evil dragon. This is merely what she heard from earlier bards, a poetic song imparted along generations only through words.\\n\\nIf no one passed down the songs, the history of the old cities would be truly buried in dust, and all would fade with time — The flourishing city-state of the past, deluged and devoured by the River of Souls, becoming a place disdained by even wild hounds and circling vultures. This is the curse left behind by the souls eaten by the evil dragon.\\n\\n<i>\"Lament for my homeland...</i>\\n<i>O Princess! Who would have imagined she was alchemied into the evil dragon's visage.</i>\\n<i>She devoured them all... the alchemist, the brave centurion, and the foolish king.</i>\\n<i>A feast fueled by bloodlust invited the shadows of death, the old city therefore annihilated...\"</i>\\n\\nRemember the name of the decimated city! This is a story about Styxia, played by the poet wearing silver-studded soles. She collects stories for the stories themselves, just like the words left behind by the silver studs on her woven shoes — <i>\"Remember the story. Forget me.\"</i>"
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    "Name": "Warrior Goddess of Sun and Thunder",
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      "31251": {
        "Name": "Warrior Goddess's Winged Helm",
        "Desc": "This winged helm once bore witness to the Daythunder Knight toppling the sky god, and it also witnessed the sky closing its eyes.",
        "Story": "Scorching golden magma surged endlessly beneath the warrior goddess's feet. She hid her expression beneath her iron helm, like winter mist veiling the starlight.\\n\\nThe last Skyfolk had already sunk, and she, too, would journey alone toward a distant fate in the opposite direction.\\n\\n\"Seliose, who have you remembered?\" The winged beast, her constant companion, sensed the faint stir of her thoughts. The warrior goddess remained silent for a moment. The old days when people prayed to the sky were long gone, never to return. \"Who have I remembered? I can no longer recall anyone in particular. I once loved humanity so fiercely, and I loathed the weakness buried within their nature just as deeply. But now... I remember no one at all.\"\\n\\nThe winged beasts lowered their heads in silence. They had seen the warrior goddess once follow unwavering convictions, and just as easily fall into the illusions of self-deception.\\n\\nWhat expression did she now wear beneath that iron helm concealing her face? And what kind of vision did she now behold?"
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        "Name": "Warrior Goddess's Cavalry Gauntlets",
        "Desc": "These gauntlets have accompanied the knight to victory in every battle. They grant the strength to grip the deadliest weapons, and endure the most agonizing betrayals.",
        "Story": "The silverscale rock hisses in the forge. The old Mountain Dweller poured their wishes into these casted gauntlets before giving them to the warrior goddess beside them as a gift.\\n\\n\"Soft, wounded. Knights are hardy. Softer than marble. May your bones be.\"\\n\\nShe took the delicately crafted gauntlets and gently wiped down the silverscale frost armor... Her thoughts drifted to the lance, forged from cleaving thunder, and the shield, born from blooming flames. She would charge toward the battlefield in the sky, to save everyone, because strength was merely a prerequisite for salvation. The Mountain Dweller carefully engraved the maxims of truth onto each knuckle, reminding the warrior goddess to always remember the softness within the gauntlets.\\n\\n\"Use the palm to soothe the river of stars. Use the sword to cleave the frost.\"\\n\\nYet, the almost obsessive sense of duty and justice she had ended up burning the craftsman's blessing into a never-healing scar."
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        "Desc": "This cloak shielded the Daythunder Knight from rain and dust, accompanying her through every adventure, leaving behind the most striking silhouette in the sky.",
        "Story": "The girl, not yet a knight, received exceptional combat training in the secluded mountain cave of her mentor.\\n\\n\"Well done. Soon, there will be nothing more I can teach you. What do you intend to do with this power?\"\\n\\nThe girl's thoughts were no longer on her training after hearing the divine oracle. Her gentle mentor noticed her troubled mind and quietly applied resin to the blade of her trusted short sword. \"Teacher, I want to live in truth. Have you heard... about the Holy Maiden of Janusopolis and the prophecy she delivered?\" The girl feared her mentor would try to dissuade her, yet her resolve had already been set.\\n\\n\"But what is truth?\" The gentle mentor asked in return. \"...You will need a lifetime to discern it, and that will not be easy.\"\\n\\nAt midnight, she quietly rose, hoping to leave in haste before dawn arrived, only to find that her travel pack already contained a neatly folded cloak."
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        "Story": "The hero, Seliose, was accompanied by two winged beast companions — Solabis and Lunabis, who were both her steed and comrade in battle.\\n\\n\"We follow you, Seliose. Let us witness the prologue of your journey to slay gods and take their flames.\" They placed their trust in the fierce and resolute warrior goddess.\\n\\nThe two winged beasts entrusted a master craftsman to forge a pair of spurs as part of the \"Daythunder Knight's\" knighting ceremony. \"Thank you for your kindness, but I have no need for them,\" she said, knowing that spurs were meant to aid a knight in precisely controlling their steed. \"Your will and mine are one. We do not need such stimulus to move in perfect harmony.\"\\n\\n\"Take them, Seliose. You walk the path in pursuit of truth, so you should understand that 'pain' keeps us awake.\" Lunabis's gaze burned with unwavering determination, while Solabis guided her hand to accept the spurs.\\n\\nThe Daythunder Knight accepted the ceremonial gift, a symbol of their friendship. If pain could help one correct their course in time, then it was pain worth bearing."
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  "126": {
    "Name": "Wavestrider Captain",
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        "Name": "Captain's Navigator Hat",
        "Desc": "A wide-brimmed sun hat with a pearlescent sheen. Sailors racing across the seas use it to shield themselves from Aquila's scorching sun.",
        "Story": "Among the coastal reefs, the wreckage of a trireme lay stranded like a beached whale — It was once a warship campaigning against the sea sirens. The waves returned the ship to shore, but left its demised crew behind in the depths of the sea.\\n\\n\"O warrior of Phagousa, whoever you are, I beg you to stand and defend Skiana!\" The king's desperate plea met only silence, for to stand against the sea sirens only meant becoming another lifeless body adrift on the waves.\\n\\n\"Give me an unbreakable ship and a crew of fifty, and I will slay the wicked sea siren!\" A young captain, wearing a wide-brimmed sun hat, stepped forward from the crowded masses. The pearlescent sheen of his hat cast a shimmering rainbow over the pale, fearful faces around him. His arrival was like the dawn over the sea, and in an instant, the horizon had already begun to lighten.\\n\\n\"I will build you the finest ship in the world!\" The craftsmen, drawn in by the young captain's radiance, pledged their skills. The great ship's timber was impervious to decay, ensuring it would never rot upon the sea. At its bow, a plank hewn from Cerces's giant tree was affixed, imbued with the power of prophecy.\\n\\n\"Go forth, disciple of the Sages, chosen hero of the gods, tame the madness of Phagousa.\" Three days later, the fully crewed warship set sail from Skiana."
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        "Name": "Captain's Lightcatcher Astrolabe",
        "Desc": "A nautical compass that captures the guidance of starlight. Even when adrift in the boundless darkness of the sea, the stars will always point the way forward.",
        "Story": "Dark clouds, heavy like lead and iron, pressed down upon the mast. Amid the raging storm, the ship was like a drifting water lily, and even the deck crafted from the sacred tree trembled violently against the towering waves.\\n\\n\"Even the once-tranquil seas, where the waves were calm and the winds gentle all year round, have now been tainted by the siren's wild and violent nature.\" The young captain stood atop the forecastle tower, his brows tightly furrowed as he gazed at the dense, dark storm clouds ahead... yet the astrolabe on his wrist remained unresponsive.\\n\\nA bolt of lightning struck down, snapping the main sail's rigging with a resounding crack. The crew fell into chaos, shouting and scrambling. The young captain bellowed, restoring order. He commanded the rowers to pull in unison, their strength guided by precise orders. The helmsman responded swiftly, steering the ship away from the towering waves that loomed like mountains. They fought against Phagousa's fury, enduring until Aquila's guiding starlight would pierce the storm. Suddenly, the captain raised his arm high, his voice cutting through the storm. The nautical compass on his wrist shimmered with scattered fragments of starlight—\\n\\n\"Follow that light, everyone! We're about to break out of the storm!\"\\n\\nThe sailors rallied their spirits, singing a sea shanty in unison. The ship, like a sharpened blade, cleaved through the waves, charging toward the dawn.\\n\\n\"Soon, we will set her free from shackles. Look ahead, prepare! Set sail!\""
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        "Name": "Captain's Wind Mantle",
        "Desc": "The sailing cloak billowed like a great sail. If the strong winds will not aid me, then I shall become the wind itself.",
        "Story": "A bronze ballista bolt, as tall as a man, tore through the sea mist wrapped in flames, only to shatter into dust the moment it neared the siren's scaled armor. The pale blue tentacles coiled tightly around sailors' waists, and even when severed, they writhed across the deck, gnawing at the terrified crew.\\n\\n\"The crewmate's limbs thrashed in the air, crying out my name. That was the most terrifying sight of my seafaring career.\" The captain's voice trembled between his lips and teeth. He was not lying.\\n\\nThe colossal sea siren surfaced, its gnarled tentacles coiling tightly around the ship. Its back loomed like a drifting island. The first mate drove a searing iron spear into its gaping maw, lined with a thousand razor-sharp teeth. A spray of foul black blood splattered across the deck, darkening the planks. The crew narrowly escaped a fatal attack, but as the captain turned back, he saw the stern tower crushed beneath a massive tentacle, shattered as easily as Nikador's Lance of Fury cracking open a walnut shell. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Charge forward or retreat? All eyes turned to the captain—\\n\\n\"Hard to port! Rowers, full speed! Unfurl all sails, prepare the ram for impact!\"\\n\\nThe captain's cloak billowed in the roaring wind, and the crew steeled themselves, ready to face death. Steel clashed against scales, the keel shattered, and the sea siren let out a wailing cry. Its once-mighty form, now drained of its former power, slowly sank into the depths of the sea."
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        "Name": "Captain's Tidal Boots",
        "Desc": "Shattered waves bloomed beneath the captain's boots. Even if he never returned, the tides would carry back his blessing.",
        "Story": "On an unknown sandy shore, the young captain lay on his back, gazing at the sky. The setting sun cast a golden glow over the shattered coastline... Within this radiant haze, the distant land of Skiana seemed almost within reach, but he knew this was the final moment of his life.\\n\\n\"...We have tamed the madness of Phagousa.\" The sea siren had long retreated into the deeper waters, unlikely to threaten the coast again for a hundred years.\\n\\nThe plank, hewn from Cerces's giant tree, asked the captain for his final words. It would ride the waves back to the distant land of Skiana, carrying the tale of the hero's journey and inspiring more young souls to set sail beyond the shore. The captain gazed at his severed lower half... those were the boots his wise mentor had given him, the ones that had carried him across countless city-states. But now, his long voyage would end here.\\n\\n\"Tell them... I still have a Sea of Souls left to conquer. My homeland, do not grieve for me.\"\\n\\nYear after year, the sea breeze brushed against the walls of Skiana. The tale of the sea siren became a whispered lullaby from mothers to their children... And those sailors who had narrowly escaped the cursed sea still waited for their captain to ride the waves home."
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  "127": {
    "Name": "World-Remaking Deliverer",
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        "Name": "Deliverer's Hood",
        "Desc": "The hood that the legendary Deliverer wore to shield {F#herself}{M#himself} from storms. In actuality, it is probably nothing like what the bards describe.",
        "Story": "The night fog of Oronyx entwines with laurel branches,\\nas the hero of deliverance descends from beyond the sky into the Abyss of Fate, alongside a black box.\\n\\n{F#She}{M#He} came in response to the prophecy, yet in those times the priests feared to speak of what lay beyond the sky.\\n<i>\"Do not speak loudly of the sky, for the suspicious Aquila never hesitates to castigate with Daythunder.\"</i>\\nHearing this, the confident Deliverer replied in fury:\\n<i>\"O diviner of calamities, you never considered that even the gods should fear punishment from the children of humanity.\"</i>\\n\\nUpon the city walls, the Deliverer witnessed the rosy dawn rising on the horizon,\\n<i>\"First comes Nikador, who wields Strife,</i>\\n<i>I pray they bring me glory, not madness.\"</i>\\nThe Deliverer pulled back {F#her}{M#his} hood and hurled a spear,\\nits swift shadow like a lone wolf in early spring, charging through the streets of Castrum Kremnos.\\n\\n<i>\"In the name of Mnestia! If destiny's threads are broken, I shall weave a new chapter.\"</i>\\nThe Mad King's roar echoed from afar, his spear heralding departure before his steps.\\n<i>\"My Chrysos Heir companions await me on this journey, I must set forth.\"</i>\\n\\nJanus's priests looked at the Deliverer's fluttering gray hair and cheered loudly,\\nrejoicing like withered plants bestowed with nourishment."
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        "Name": "Deliverer's Sword Gauntlet",
        "Desc": "The gauntlets worn by the legendary Deliverer as {F#she}{M#he} blazed through adversities. In actuality, it is probably nothing like what the bards describe.",
        "Story": "Phagousa's freezing seas engraved the vast shores of Styxia,\\nand the hero of deliverance has arrived at the crossing of the River of Souls, where a ghostly pale dragon transformed into a ferry to the netherworld.\\n\\nAlong the River of Souls, the spirits of the dead morph into sweet whispers, urging the hero to never return to the mortal realm.\\n<i>\"You have subjugated the Titans of that world. Why not leave your legacy to successors?\"</i>\\nHearing these words, the sorrowful Deliverer replied in anguish:\\n<i>\"O fallen souls who linger here, you've never considered how my desire to save the world outweighs my longing for reunion.\"</i>\\n\\nAboard the ferry, the Deliverer recalled memories of {F#her}{M#his} Flame-Chase journey,\\n<i>\"Farewell, Thanatos of Death,</i>\\n<i>I pray you'll watch over my dearest friends, even though they never feared death.\"</i>\\nThe Deliverer caressed {F#her}{M#his}  deerskin gauntlets, that still held the warmth of their fallen comrades.\\n{F#She}{M#He} drifted with the warm and humid west wind, from the shores blooming with Antila flowers to the mortal realm.\\n\\n<i>\"Cerces, please defend my rationality, so I need not face another shocking discovery.\"</i>\\nThat experience of reviving from the dead was enough to prove to anyone that {F#she}{M#he} had the makings of a hero.\\n<i>\"The wait won't be long now, my fellow Chrysos Heirs. I shall fulfill that unforgettable oath.\"</i>\\n\\nThe lands of Georios welcomed {F#her}{M#his} return, as the Flame-Chase journey continued.\\nLike dark clouds parting in the night, the morning star shall sparkle once more."
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        "Name": "Deliverer's Robe of Legacy",
        "Desc": "The battle robe worn by the legendary Deliverer when {F#she}{M#he} engaged in combat. In actuality, it is probably nothing like what the bards describe.",
        "Story": "Aquila's dark clouds rumbled with rage,\\nthe hero of deliverance trod upon a bridge of rainbows, and struck down the once untouchable sky.\\n\\nStanding beside the heroic Deliverer was {F#her}{M#his} companion who had faced life and death together.\\n<i>\"Losses are a constant on the Flame-Chase journey, among which even life itself holds little value.\"</i>\\nUpon hearing these words, the resolute Deliverer calmly replied:\\n<i>\"I have long understood your determination, and even after tens of thousands of times, I will never betray it.\"</i>\\n\\nOn the way to the Era Nova Ceremony, the Deliverer bid farewell to {F#her}{M#his} comrades who would defend their way back.\\n<i>\"That is an expedition and epic that lasted over a millennium,</i>\\n<i>a story entrusted to us by countless predecessors, one that must conclude here today.\"</i>\\nThe last companion donned their cloak on the Deliverer's shoulder guards, turning to face the formidable foes that rushed at them like unrelenting tides.\\nIt was a symbol of their fight together, of both delegation and legacy.\\n\\n<i>\"If you can hear me, Talanton, such a heroic sacrifice deserves a better tomorrow.\"</i>\\n<i>\"Indeed, we've waited for a blazing torch...\"</i>\\n<i>\"only to inscribe the first stroke in this epic of an era's creation.\"</i>\\n\\nUnder Kephale's gentle gaze, the Deliverer shall carry everyone's wishes and recreate the world..."
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        "Name": "Deliverer's Boots of Pioneering",
        "Desc": "The boots worn by the legendary Deliverer as {F#she}{M#he} trampled over mountains and braved through tides. In actuality, it is probably nothing like what the bards describe.",
        "Story": "<i>\"Chrysalis of Gold, witness the romantic finale with your own eyes, and reweave a flawless destiny.\"</i>\\n<i>\"Gate of Infinity, open countless paths home, and fulfill the prophecy of tomorrow's reunion.\"</i>\\n<i>\"Bough of Rift, plant the Nouspore of 'Suspicion,' which shall ultimately sprout under everyone's wisdom.\"</i>\\n<i>\"Eye of Twilight, behold! The sky is without flaw or seams, and at its end lies a healing rainbow light.\"</i>\\n\\n<i>\"Return home, Lance of Fury, ascend to the throne surrounded by the people, pledging for peace in this world.\"</i>\\n<i>\"Speak freely, Coin of Whimsy, whether in clever jest or sincere words, there is no need hide anything.\"</i>\\n<i>\"Immerse in embraces, Hand of Shadow, master of the River of Souls...\"</i>\\n<i>\"Your gentleness can warm the seas of flowers across the shores, for every parting is worthy of the anticipation of reunion.\"</i>\\n\\n<i>\"The world shall hear the Chalice of Plenty's song, echoing endlessly in revelry.\"</i>\\n<i>\"The world shall witness the Veil of Evernight, preserving memories that shall never fade.\"</i>\\n<i>\"The perennial Pillar of Stone shall bear all beings on their distant journey, until they reach their final destination.\"</i>\\n<i>\"The Scale of Justice shall bestow its impartial laws, crowning the countless heroes of the Flame-Chase Journey...\"</i>\\n\\n<i>\"Throne of Worlds, bear not everything alone.</i>\\n<i>Look, the inextinguishable sun has already risen...\"</i>\\n\\nThose verses forged by regrets shall find closure in a rewritten poem.\\nThat untouchable end shall be reached through the Trailblaze."
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        "Desc": "A classic, wide-brimmed fedora with a rollable brim. Very popular among intellectuals, artists, and professionals.",
        "Story": "..."
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        "Name": "Recluse's Refined Timepiece",
        "Desc": "A beautiful metal mesh band, paired with a minimalist round dial. Cool, precise, and industrial. Also understated, practical, and unpretentious.",
        "Story": "..."
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        "Name": "Recluse's Camel-Colored Coat",
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        "Story": "..."
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        "Name": "Recluse's Soft Suede Boots",
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        "Story": "..."
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        "Name": "Herta's Space Station",
        "Desc": "Encapsulated in the plane is the Herta Space Station. Parked above The Blue, it slowly drifts along its predetermined orbit, with the silent cosmos looking like a book waiting to be read.",
        "Story": "Madam Herta was once very troubled by the huge collection of items spread across the Cosmos. Countless in quantity, they were difficult to store, and she couldn't be bothered to manage them herself.\\n\\nThe generous and charitable Interastral Peace Corporation then proposed a solution and that was how the Herta Space Station, where wisdom and secrets are stored, was born. Comprehensive containment measures were made throughout the space station, all in the pursuit of organizing everything in the collection with order and clarity. Phenomena were stored in specialized containers while Curios were regulated in indices. Innumerable items were categorized and classified, then stored deep within the station for research.\\n\\nThe IPC then proposed a collaboration in exploring the secrets of the stars together, which brought curious and adventurous scholars into the station to conduct research.\\n\\nMost of them admired Madam Herta, vowing to never abandon their ethereal aspirations and explore the secrets whispered among the stars. They investigated the star systems and realms of living beings, debated true justice in discourses on ethics and philosophies, outlined valleys and peaks within galaxies, deciphered secrets behind religious rituals and ceremonies, held on to the way of seeking truth from practice... They were the true believers of passing knowledge to posterity, and practiced unrestrained and divergent research.\\n\\nHowever, once the space station moved into orbit, it started to operate on its own and Madam Herta rarely showed herself. It was then that the IPC realized the whole station was filled with the mundane daily activities of the researchers, yet the genius was nowhere to be seen.\\n\\nLight from different zones rendered people unaware of the passage of time, the traces of which could only be detected in the burnt out lifestyle in the station. Often a smattering of researchers would argue non-stop about a particular piece of collection, even going so far as to start a fight. Occasionally a security officer would be absent from their daily patrol and nap instead on their military-styled bunker. Sometimes senior researchers would share with their younger peers tales of past romances, while some big shots would disguise themselves as temporary workers to bid their time for the next big turn of luck... Besides research, there was also life. They just had to look outside the hull — for the stars were journeying with them.\\n\\nDespite all the limitations, the researchers still talked about the everyday life in the space station in their own romantic way — The cosmos was a profound epic poem, and Herta Space Station was slowly cracking open the poetry collection."
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        "Name": "Herta's Wandering Trek",
        "Desc": "Madam Herta lost all interest in the space station the moment it was complete. The station maintains a steady orbital velocity as it circles The Blue, leaving a track of its circular motion on the planet below.",
        "Story": "The space station endured and survived many a crisis due to being owned by Madam Herta.\\n\\nLaden with the rarest items in the entire universe like a feast set before ravenous guests, the space station was never free from threats or unwanted attention. Relying on the security personnel hired by the IPC and a somewhat advanced defensive system proved insufficient to handle the hostility from the stars... Madam Herta once made prescient judgment and steered the station away in an elegant curve, ending a conspiratorial attempt to assault the station before it even initiated.\\n\\nAs for her mastery in gathering intel to solve crises, she simply described it as \"I spend time brewing coffee while others are reading books.\"\\n\\nRather than thieves who intend to steal its collection or mysterious factions with unknown objectives, the main threat faced by the space station remains its owner. The station could immediately fall into disaster if she ever had a wild idea. Curios that simulate a stellar collapse, a distorted gravitational field caused by the collision of dark galaxies... Madam Herta collected them all when she was in the mood, but would often lose interest once she got her hands on them.\\n\\nHence, though the space station appears to be floating peacefully in space, its treasure hoard of multi-shaped crises hung above it like a sword waiting to fall.\\n\\nSenior researchers had long been aware of the dangers they faced, and understood that \"secrets lie deep within danger.\" They strictly adhere to confidentiality agreements and faithfully carry out regulated containment procedures, thus burying danger within an outward silence... In the cafeteria, they were friends who could joke around. Yet, deep in the bowels of the space station's storage zones, they were highly skilled experts. In this place, secrets would always remain secrets.\\n\\nThe space station is operating as usual in low orbit around The Blue. Just like a pebble pushed out onto the smooth surface of a frozen lake, the station will continue to glide evenly and steadily in complete silence."
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    "Name": "Fleet of the Ageless",
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      "33025": {
        "Name": "The Xianzhou Luofu's Celestial Ark",
        "Desc": "The Xianzhou Luofu floating above the seas of stars was enclosed within the sphere. Skiffs went to and fro through the Jade Gate just like the celestial movements of stars and moons. Countless people had come here to seek the secrets of immortality, only to return in disappointment.",
        "Story": "Thousands of years ago, the Xianzhou Luofu set sail from an ancient nation, crossing deep space to seek an audience with a god in pursuit of the elixir of immortality.\\n\\nThe colossal ship enclosing entire biospheres lumbered into the starry sky like a lucid moon silently falling into the night, embarking on an endless and aimless journey. In this lonely voyage, people slumbered, woke up, and slumbered again in incessant alternation... Star-chasing whales fell from the dome of heaven, and crystalline entities made of subgrain lattice managed to span light-years without a single crack. The Elixir Seekers witnessed the majesty of various supernatural powers. In covert delight, they further hardened their resolve to obtain immortality.\\n\\nAfter voyaging for thousands of years, the Xianzhou Luofu gradually came to a halt, whereupon it encountered the master of Abundance in the limbo between the reality and the imaginary. Yaoshi bestowed a divine miracle upon the ship, and it immediately manifested as the Ambrosial Arbor. Its shade was as large as clouds, blocking out the sky and sun. Its roots were thick and dense, enveloping the entire Xianzhou ship — the Luofu seemed to be brought to life.\\n\\nThose who coveted immortality swallowed the fruit of the Ambrosial Arbor, and finally obtained the Endless Lifespan they had dreamed so much about. The Xianzhou residents began to claim they were celestial beings worthy of endless lifespans in abundance, and they also learned to use the Ambrosial Arbor to create various inhuman marvels via the blessings of immortality.\\n\\nYet, just like the shifting of the sun and moon, what once prospered was fated to decline and what once brought elation must eventually induce agony. It was not until the arrival of the Three Sufferings, when people were tormented to near extinction, that the Xianzhou people finally came to understand the true nature of this so-called miracle, which was nothing but harrowing calamity.\\n\\nIn the midst of disaster, a hero rose with the Reignbow and split the Ambrosial Arbor in half. The Xianzhou people regained their dignity as humans, and vowed to return to mortality and purge all deathless doom in this universe. In the ensuing years, Xianzhou went on a hunt across the stellar seas, taking it upon themselves to purge all deathless abominations. The foxians regained their freedom and took back control of the sky, while the Vidyadhara sealed off the contamination and any residual catastrophes. The three races were then brought together in a covenant and coalition. Thus was born the Xianzhou Alliance.\\n\\nProsperity and calamity came and went in cycles during the voyage. Heroes and legends rose to fame and glory one after another as history marched on. Now, the Xianzhou Luofu is healing and reconstructing in a period of hard-won peace. Free trade and open minds truly brought it back to life.\\n\\nImmortality had permanently molded the Xianzhou Luofu. With its ups and downs through history, the Xianzhou Luofu accumulated its own unique aura that combined both antiquity and modernity. It would only take any traveling merchant mere seconds to feel the marks left by the passage of time on this ark."
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        "Name": "The Xianzhou Luofu's Ambrosial Arbor Vines",
        "Desc": "Once, the Luofu reigned supreme over other ships in the Xianzhou fleet due to the grace of the Ambrosial Arbor. Later, when people consumed the cursed fruit of immortality, calamity was brought upon the Luofu by the Ambrosial Arbor, whose vines had already entrapped the Luofu in its firm and inseparable grip.",
        "Story": "The master of Abundance buried the seed of karma in the center of the Xianzhou Luofu and gifted the Elixir Seekers with something named \"Ambrosial Arbor,\" which was considered a miracle as people were able to immediately understand its implications.\\n\\nThe Ambrosial Arbor grew fruits of divinity that brimmed with life and vitality, containing the Endless Lifespan sought by the Elixir Seekers. From that moment, the ancient taboos and laws were rendered useless, and nature's dictum and ethics regarding aging and death became irrelevant history. People followed the way of immortality to exploit the Ambrosial Arbor with increasing intensity, making Fallow Earth that never exhausted itself, molding their own bodies to shapeshift, and giving the gift of thinking and talking to animals... Innumerable unimaginable technologies were brought into existence under the branches of the Ambrosial Arbor.\\n\\nHowever, the Ambrosial Arbor took off its disguise as time went by, revealing its hideous visage as the agony of immortality crept upon the immortals.\\n\\nThe celestials ceaselessly reproduced, yet tasted no death. The ship groaned from overpopulation, as hunger and starvation tormented many. Xianzhou's young can never realize their life's ambitions while their elders clang to power, and society teetered at the edge of structural collapse... Rebellions of the aurumatons and external invasions marked a ruinous millennium, after which the darkness hidden in immortal bloodlines also showed its face. The so-called \"Body of Celestials\" was simply a technology that surpassed human intellect. The propensity to be stricken with mara was a warning to all Xianzhou natives, a reminder that they were a mere step away from becoming abominations themselves.\\n\\nIn desperation, a hero tore through the sky with a powerful shot from their bow, splitting the Ambrosial Arbor in half... Yet even if all there was left of the Ambrosial Arbor was a burnt stump, the fate of Xianzhou could never be separated from it.\\n\\nIt attracted external forces to invade Xianzhou. The Abominations of Abundance launched multitudes of assaults, where flesh was distorted and blood was spilled, for the sole purpose of devouring Xianzhou whole. The Arbor also tempted the Xianzhou residents. The Disciples of Sanctus Medicus broke the taboos and ventured deep into the secret of Abundance within the Ambrosial Arbor, hoping to reforge the once mighty immortal empire... In the long days of foreign and domestic troubles, the remaining corpus of the Ambrosial Arbor lurked like unending vines propagating in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to wreak havoc again.\\n\\nFortunately, the Xianzhou Luofu never lowered its guard against the withered tree. The people had vowed to cast this source of all distortions into the end of all things."
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      "33035": {
        "Name": "The IPC's Mega HQ",
        "Desc": "The IPC's headquarters at Pier Point is sealed within a Planar Sphere. No planet can hide from the grand business plan of the Interastral Peace Corporation. They ventured into deep space to harvest the power of the entire universe.",
        "Story": "The impact within the subspace shook the universe as the silent and lonely colossus committed to building the great barrier across the Cosmos. Those who claimed to have received the oracle of the god began to act, wishing to help the Aeon Qlipoth to build the wall.\\n\\nThe universe is in imminent peril, and the building of the wall cannot wait. The puny humans had no intention of imitating the feats of the god, instead gathering into a self-proclaimed \"support team\" for the Aeon, willing to devote everything to the Amber Lord. With the power of Preservation, the support team piloted their fleet to different stellar systems to purchase building materials such as stone, wood, gold, and supernium, then tirelessly transported these to the subspace barrier, piling the items on the planetary wasteland.\\n\\nAfter the end of the short development period, the support team took a firm foothold in Pier Point and established the Interastral Peace Corporation. In order to fully carry out their devotion, they turned their sights to deep space.\\n\\nLouis Fleming raised a call for action, and the long-distance trade fleet left the star systems adjacent to Aeon Qlipoth. Their commodities were no longer limited to building materials... They plan to connect the whole Cosmos and trade everything. Soon after, Dongfang Qixing implemented Cosmos-wide trade regulations and built a \"credit\" system to set a price for everything across the universe. Trillions of assets gathered under their megastructure on Pier Point. Like a silent black hole, the building destroyed people's notions about the limits of wealth.\\n\\nToday, the ships of the Interastral Peace Corporation are all over the Cosmos. Despite being criticized as a corporate dictatorship, the IPC has not stopped expanding. They don't care what other people think and have never forgotten their founding mission.\\n\\nThe IPC's recruit training methods change with each passing day, but after nearly eight hundred Amber Eras, there is only one historical practice that never changed. Once upon a time, Louis Fleming, the founder of the IPC, stood in front of the support team and made a passionate speech. He put forward the aspiration of uniting the universe and supporting the Aeon's wishes to protect the universe. As soon as the speech ended, the distant and huge sound of a cosmic impact sounded, injecting a lofty calling into this solemn and sublime moment. From that moment on, they knew this would become their unswerving belief.\\n\\n\"All for the Amber Lord.\""
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        "Name": "The IPC's Trade Route",
        "Desc": "With the convenient help of the credit system, interstellar commerce was established. The Interastral Peace Corporation connected the stars with economic activity and expanded the borders of trade.",
        "Story": "The support team hurried around the star system close to the Aeon Qlipoth, with the old ships' trajectories forming the first routes.\\n\\nBelieving in the meaningfulness of the Aeon's actions, the support team took the first step in exchanging goods for other goods with a neighboring star system. The support team prepared an adequate fleet, rare and precious goods, and offers that were hard to refuse, thus creating countless trades across star systems. Then, the support team controlled trade route and business information, held exclusive bargaining rights, and spearheaded the formulation of the cosmos's trade regulations.\\n\\nFleets full of wood, stone, rebar, and supernium passed by Aeon Qlipoth like a swarm of circling flies. The Amber Lord kept silent, never once casting THEIR gaze upon the humans.\\n\\nEventually, times changed and trade with neighboring star systems was no longer sufficient for the bustling support team. The two wise ones were determined to delve deeper into the cosmos, and thus the Interastral Peace Corporation was born. The IPC offered anything a planet could ever want, at fair prices pegged to their \"credits.\" Since then, the cosmos's trade route was founded, and all planets that join the IPC's business network can share the same currency, buy the same goods, and enjoy the same services.\\n\\nMerchant ships under the credit system travel between the stars, and the trade routes merge and separate to weave a pan-cosmic network. The ships full of treasures from distant stars passed the Aeon Qlipoth countless times like fireflies, and yet the Aeon remained as silent as before.\\n\\nThe building materials accumulated since the time of the support team piled up on every planet around the Aeon Qlipoth, and the amount will only increase. The Aeon Qlipoth has no intention of accepting these eager gifts, instead always solely focused on the crisis that will befall the unsuspecting mortals, having to cast the gargantuan barriers measured in light-years. The small organization that used to purchase materials has long since become a tremendous influence in the cosmos. They gaze upon the headless colossus, never once feeling that their efforts were in vain.\\n\\n\"All the toil and growth of our capital is for Qlipoth, and to execute the Aeon's will when the time comes.\""
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    "Name": "Belobog of the Architects",
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      "33045": {
        "Name": "Belobog's Fortress of Preservation",
        "Desc": "Encapsulated in the plane is Everwinter Monument, the most iconic landmark in Belobog's Administrative District. Those passing by this monument can all feel a distant and warm gaze protecting them.",
        "Story": "Thousands of years ago, Jarilo-VI's climate was balmy year-round, and ocean vistas that were the envy of all.\\n\\nSweet fruits dangled upon boughs in the forests and humid warmth was brought by the tides, while ambrosial wine overflowed like springwater for all to partake in. The locals were full of vigor and ambition, constructing roads, cities, seaside villas, and palaces of grandeur. Their rich and satisfactory life always started with a cup of hot coffee in the morning, and ended with a jug of malt brew at dusk.\\n\\nSoon, the star rail connected with Jarilo-VI's world, bringing in interstellar trade and extra-celestial technology.\\n\\nIn the beginning, otherworldly visitors came in pursuit of Geomarrow. This crystal clear mineral contained energy that served as the lifeblood of industrialization, and their amber-colored reflections sparked with Preservation's light. Later, visitors came here to settle and live a peaceful life. Jarilo-VI's picturesque bays, palm trees, and joyous melodies made it a perfect destination for any tired traveler. People believed that, given time, this humid planet would shine as bright as any other planet of renown throughout the cosmos.\\n\\nAbout a thousand years ago, a Stellaron fell through the atmosphere and landed on this world.\\n\\nImmediately thereafter, the planet was plunged into chaos, like something out of an utterly absurd farce. Destruction's catastrophic Legion descended from the sky, and the flames of war surged across the lands. The Architects built defensive walls and fortifications, and hundred-meter constructs contended with draconian monstrosities... Then, an unending cold front suddenly appeared, and a chilling blizzard swallowed friend and foe alike. The whole planet was shrouded in utter silence, with an invisible spatial barrier covered a single fortress city, like the flame of a candle being protected in a person's embrace during a cold night. That was how civilization survived.\\n\\nLater, this city was to be named Belobog."
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        "Desc": "The Silvermane Guards of Belobog stood firmly in the icy winter storm, forming a line as they wait for the incoming assault from invaders beyond the sky. The will of the Silvermane Guards was indestructible, and their line of defense would never falter.",
        "Story": "The Architects had great hopes for Jarilo-VI before the calamity.\\n\\nMimicking Qlipoth's power, the Architects created machinery that could terraform planets. Hundreds of fire-breathing Engines of Creation roared across the land, like giant gardeners cultivating abandoned flower beds. Mere decades later, valleys and hills were remade into plains and forests, and cities were thickly dotted along the coast.\\n\\nAfter the arrival of Destruction's omen, the Architects sent all their machines into war, making them the first guards of the \"Iron Defense.\"\\n\\nFollowing the arrival of the Stellaron, soldiers of destruction landed like moths to flame, leaving tracks of desolation on the planet's surface. The machines once used for creation were now forced to become weapons of war, throwing their iron fists on battlefields where they didn't belong. Eventually, the giant gardeners fell to the ground in exhaustion like tombstones of a civilization, marking the gradual collapse of the defense line.\\n\\nOn the day when there was no more room for retreat, Silvermane Guards held tightly onto their weapons, for their homeland was mere steps behind.\\n\\nThe arrival of the Eternal Freeze came as a surprise to everyone. The monsters from beyond the sky and the soldiers on the front lines were trading lethal blows when snow and ice filled up the whole battlefield. In utter chaos, Belobog became the only light in the whole world. The two sides fell into endless slaughter to either sniff out or protect this light. Roaring the name of Alisa Rand, the Guards re-entered into the snow storms and never returned.\\n\\nThe residents of Belobog only dared to climb up the city walls to look out when the blizzard halted.\\n\\nAnd they beheld the final guards of the \"Iron Defense.\""
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    "Name": "Celestial Differentiator",
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      "33055": {
        "Name": "Planet Screwllum's Mechanical Sun",
        "Desc": "Encapsulated in the plane is the core of Planet Screwllum, imprisoned in a cage composed of countless levers, pistons, and gears. The inhabitants of Planet Screwllum euphemistically refer to it as the \"Steel Sun.\"",
        "Story": "Regarding the origin of mechanical life, the carbon-based scholars of the Intelligentsia Guild have a unique speculation: A cluster of electrons born by chance.\\n\\nElectric currents flow throughout the atmosphere and ground. It separated into secondary forms of different magnitudes under the countless acts of gravity and repulsive forces. According to the scholars' hypothesis, this action is tantamount to cell division in carbon-based life. Thereafter, currents randomly output different potentials via the transistor structure naturally formed on the planetary surface, creating the most primitive program. The proud scholars argued that in this way, machines have \"thoughts\" that are comparable to carbon-based life.\\n\\nA mechanic objected to this: How can carbon-based life, which has not even been able to understand the origin of their own beings, have the gall to spout such fallacies? As soon as the words came out, the academic world of the universe was shaken to the core. Mechanical life began to re-examine the arrogant \"carbon-based centrism\" and examine its own origin.\\n\\nHowever, the Screwlites on the Planet Screwllum had no choice but to pause their march — their planet's energy was being exhausted faster than their inspiration circuits. They needed to first find a way for their population to survive.\\n\\nIn the end, they decided to carry out an extreme plan that transcended several Amber Eras: They used the dying planet as fuel to power the Celestial Differentiator. The awe-inspiring, gigantic gear tirelessly processed the punched tape, methodically repeating calculations. With its planetary energy supply, the huge machine simulated a bona fide and stable superecosystem. They would then build their new home around this parent star.\\n\\nWith their planetary crisis lifted, the Screwlites could rest. Always rational, optimistic, and elegant, they are determined to explore the answer to their origins in a purely rational manner.\\n\\nThe massive system is filled with the sound of bearings grinding against each other, and the dense teeth of cogs drive the punched tape to churn out data. One branch flows into multiple branches, and countless branches guide trillions of gears to roar... Then, these branches collapse again and again, falling into the furnace and returning to silence in the bubbling core. Over a long period of time, the programmed super-ecosystem gradually became a wonderful and relatively stable one. Eventually, speculations about the origins of machines began to cause Screwlites' imaginations to wander.\\n\\nThe steel construct that drives the dying star once again activated their intelligent thought circuits. They will continue to ponder and explore their origins until the ever-present mechanical sun completely burns out."
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        "Name": "Planet Screwllum's Ring System",
        "Desc": "The planetary ring supports all of Planet Screwllum. Just how many are aware that the dense porous rectangular array reflects the truth about the planetary system?",
        "Story": "The vast majority of Screwlites were unaware that Planet Screwllum was a great attempt by inorganic life to investigate their origin.\\n\\nScrewllum felt a little empty. The event of understanding the operation logic of Planet Screwllum did not even cause any exceptional fluctuations in his Intelligent Pulse Waveform.\\n\\nHe stood on the wide terrace of his mansion, looking up at the unstoppable planetary engine. The ring system with dense square holes pierced up from the back of the planet. Everything the planet supports was situated on the strip, revolving quietly with the engine as its axis, day after day. He had seen the despairingly absurd nature of this planetary system: An elegant string of state transient equations, a giant, icy cylinder — that's all Planet Screwllum is, nothing more.\\n\\nAccording to his interpretation of the equations, at the birth of the Celestial Differentiator, its lead creator tried to explain the origin of the universe as a cellular automaton and its recursion, and Planet Screwllum itself was a result of the game of life.\\n\\nScrewlites and other inorganic life on the planet acted as the \"cells\" in this automaton, while also being smaller-scale cellular automatons. Automatons were always made up of many smaller automatons, going back to the smallest components that form the building blocks of the universe. What was the smallest component? No one knows. Neither Screwllum nor the scholar who first proposed building the Celestial Differentiator do.\\n\\nThat was why Screwllum felt empty.\\n\\nDid that scholar's attempt fail? But the Celestial Differentiator had worked tirelessly for many Amber Eras. Did that not mean that the origin of the Screwlites, their parent star, and even the entire universe can be attributed to that elegant string of equations? Not really. Until the super-ecosystem collapsed entirely, the equations remained unfalsifiable.\\n\\nHe swirled the fine glass of machine oil, never taking his eyes off the ring that recorded the truth of the planet. The giant screen-like perforated belt was tireless, and the rectangular array filtered the late-night moonlight. Screwllum couldn't stop thinking. <i>Do ends to recursions really exist?</i> He thought. <i>What is the nature of inorganic life — or yet, what is the origin of the universe?</i>\\n\\n<i>Am I really willing to be only a witness to the ideas of my predecessors?</i>\\n\\n\"No,\" Screwllum concluded. He decided to seek answers."
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    "Name": "Inert Salsotto",
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        "Name": "Salsotto's Moving City",
        "Desc": "Encapsulated in the plane is one of Salsotto's last remaining moving cities — Tumbleweed. This city never stopped and barely escaped from a fate of being swallowed up either by the dark night or the midnight sun.",
        "Story": "If viewed from a cosmic perspective, Planet Salsotto as a whole, due to its vast seas of sand, shined in the most dazzling shade of gold, with its giant meteorite craters clearly visible.\\n\\nAt a certain fateful moment, waves upon waves of strange meteorites ceaselessly fell onto Planet Salsotto. The long-lasting impact caused by the Meteoric Starfall relentlessly hitting the planet at such a particular angle caused the planet's rotation to gradually come to a halt. It was like pushing a world-deactivate button. Salsotto's days and nights became longer and longer, until every sunrise and sunset would last for a seeming eternity, until nobody could take it any longer, until the whole planet's rotation was finally brought to a standstill...\\n\\nIt had become a fact of life that sizzling summers under the scorching sun and dark nights of bitter coldness would last for half a year. What was left of the whole Salsotto were the last two remaining cities that were moving non-stop, always running right after the terminator line.\\n\\nThe colossal fortress was floating in the air like a gargantuan raincloud, slowly hovering across the sky above the golden desert with thundering noise. Wherever it went, overwhelming storms of sand were cascading down and over. In the giant moving city, the Salsottians in winged suits were flying up and down among the city's buildings. These flying folks who had survived the calamity by sheer luck now belonged to the sky and were bound to it at the same time.\\n\\nIn the morning, skyfishers departed from the port and dove right for the sand, where they would hunt the phlogiston jellyfish. They would only return to the city after dusk. By the power of mysterious creatures, the city barely managed to voyage ahead.\\n\\nEven though their entire survival relied squarely on those two fragile wings, the Salsottians were optimistic by nature and would never let the heavy burden of fate lower their spirit or bend their spine. They would find time to spend with their family playing glass musical instruments, with such an attitude that it was almost as if they could carve the musical notes right into the glass. They also enjoyed making pen pals and would often place their written messages in the Dandelion Letterbox, meant for the moving city on the other end of the terminator line.\\n\\nGradually, the planet's magnetic field weakened and the atmosphere thinned. In the face of a fated doom, the sparkles of life were not yet snuffed out, and the eagles would never cease to fly."
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        "Name": "Salsotto's Terminator Line",
        "Desc": "Planet Salsotto's own rotation stopped, and thus each cycle of its day and night seemed to last forever. People can only gain the bare minimum space for survival when they ceaselessly migrated and closely chased the ever-moving terminator line.",
        "Story": "Ever since the stagnation caused by the Meteoric Starfall, the terminator line had become the lifeline of the Salsottians.\\n\\nWhen it all started, people still took the shifting of day and night for granted. The line of dawn and dusk swept across the earth, climbed over mountains and ravines, brought dawn to those still awake, and sent sunset to those who would soon sleep... But when the rhythm of light and darkness slowed down, day and night were no longer familiar, and the seemingly eternal heat and coldness were like the quagmire of hell, slowly burying all lives entrapped within. This was why the Salsottian people, barely surviving at the time, boarded the floating mobile city and began their chase with dawn and dusk.\\n\\nClimbing atop the observation deck of the mobile city of Tumbleweed and looking in the direction that they were moving, daylight lies ahead and dark night behind.\\n\\nThe pursuit of \"Tumbleweed\" is not only for survival but also for a dignified life. When it moved faster than the terminator line, then the early morning light would march into the afternoon; when slower than the terminator line, then the dusk light would fade into the late night. In this way, the naturally optimistic Salsottian managed to restore every day to its original state. The romance in their bloodline blessed them with the easygoing spirit to sing leisurely in peaceful afternoons and sleep soundly on starry nights.\\n\\nHowever, this voyage of tenacity and perseverance would, at last, come to its final downfall, and the ruins of the once mobile city were eventually left far behind by the ever-shifting terminator line.\\n\\nYears later, the two moving cities that had never met each other would finally stand against each other, with their respective turrets among the wreckage still aimed in opposition. One of the two cities must have crossed half of the planet to the other one and started the initial incursion. Traces of brutal warfare between the two cities were still occasionally discernible under the sand dunes, which merged with unnameable hatred and morphed together into the same ruins.\\n\\nPlanet Salsotto kept its silence. And ever since a certain unknown time, the duration of each of its rotation cycles had somehow gradually decreased, ushering in its own self-healing in an unpopulated future."
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    "Name": "Talia: Kingdom of Banditry",
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        "Desc": "Encapsulated in the plane is Talia's miserable desolate small town called Nailscrap. For a short-lived peace, bandits chose this place for its water supplies and built this small town out of rags, rebars, and planks.",
        "Story": "It was by pure accident that the interstellar thieves came to Talia in their hasty escape from the pursuit of the Galaxy Ranger.\\n\\nAt first, Talia was just a desolate place known by many as the Starry Junkyard. The planet-destroying wars of the past brought mountains upon mountains of ruins and wreckage onto the surface of Talia, resulting in imperishable radiation and taking away the last remaining hope to sustain life. The thieves had nowhere else to go and fell into a cave beneath the surface of the planet, which turned out to be a tunnel left by the rodent race... The thieves managed a narrow escape, and their dream of establishing a Kingdom of Banditry was thus discreetly born in this lost realm of seclusion.\\n\\nInnumerable caverns were interconnected in a massive labyrinth. More groups of thieves and bandits were lured in by this supposed dreamland meant for them and came to accumulate wealth and exchange technology, subsequently laying the foundation for the kingdom.\\n\\nAs more and more thieves and bandits settled down here, the once desolate planet became extraordinarily bustling with life. Thieves of great renown spoke of their ideal of a Kingdom of Banditry, promising to use the treasury to build a nation of equity and fairness. But as the amount of accumulated wealth grew larger and larger, the same thieves tore up their flimsy promises right away and attempted to monopolize all the wealth. Mercenaries, riots, double crossings, and betrayals... Chaos ensued one after another. Perhaps the initiators never even once believed in their ideal of so-called equity for all.\\n\\nHenceforth, thieves who resented lofty ideals found themselves in a chaotic age where ignorance was glorified. They seized water sources to build towns of their own and mocked the very idea of fairness and justice.\\n\\nEveryone in Nailscrap Town was a bandit. They drove violently destructive off-road vehicles and fought for resources with other hordes of bandits in the desert. They created mechanical armor and weapons out of scrap iron and old wires... The more barren the wasteland was, the more freedom they got out of it, like one final frenzy before doomsday. Those sweet dreams were like wisps of nonsense in the radiating heat waves and had long ceased to leave any trace behind.\\n\\nIn a half-awake trance, the thieves came to the realization that the Kingdom of Banditry was never about creation but about destruction."
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        "Name": "Talia's Exposed Electric Wire",
        "Desc": "This is a stretch of wire scavenged from the junkyard. Despite bits of its insulation falling off, there is still some use left in it. No such thing as useless trash exists in Talia's small bandit towns.",
        "Story": "This exposed wire was old. It had once been neatly lined up on a starship until one hasty escape attempt of the starship led to a huge shock wave, which subsequently exposed the wire to the moisture in the air.\\n\\nThe entire starship was dragged into a labyrinth of underground passages. On the thieves' starship, shields made of steel plates were removed layer by layer, and the power lines were crudely stripped apart, all of which were then used to build the first-ever alliance market. The thieves there began to accumulate wealth and at the same time started to talk about their ideals. Soon after, the protracted infighting began, where suspicion and betrayal were expressed by and against one another. The flames of the war fought between the dictator and their detractors eventually spread from the underground tunnel to the surface-level desert grounds...\\n\\nThis exposed wire was even older. It was dug out of a pothole by the bandits and then connected to a revamped overland vehicle with air leaking in from all directions, which was driven to a distant water source.\\n\\nThe top priority for all survivors of the war of betrayal was to locate Talia's water sources. They drove thousands of miles a day on deserts littered with glass shards in extremely shabby and poorly made vehicles. The caravans of the bandits sometimes chased each other, raising dust and heavy smoke, and other times they just wantonly threw people on or off the car... The sheer pressure of survival forced them to give up all other thoughts. Only by forging ahead could they be saved from confusion.\\n\\nThis naked wire was always old. It was further removed from the overland vehicle and placed into the town's lightbox by the bandits. The aging wire caused the lights to flicker frequently.\\n\\nIt was an old gangster who claimed to be the \"police officer\" who founded the original Nailscrap Town. With his strongarm tactics and charisma, he managed to keep the junkyard in good order. The town became livelier than ever. Eccentric engineers accidentally made machinery out of waste, and desperate wastelanders also enjoyed fighting back and forth in the underground arena... Late at night in a bar, they filled their glasses with grape juice that smelled like gasoline and cheered together, celebrating the fact that they had managed yet another day of survival.\\n\\nThere was nothing new in Talia, just old things repurposed differently in changing times."
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    "Name": "Sprightly Vonwacq",
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        "Name": "Vonwacq's Island of Birth",
        "Desc": "Encapsulated in the plane is Wacq Island, the most well-known island on Planet Vonwacq. Teeming with plant life, the island houses a gigantic tree called Thestang, bearing fruits that would give birth to the various kinds of the island's wildlife.",
        "Story": "Vonwacq is a small and crowded planet, almost entirely covered by rainforests and islands, with its exuberant wildlife being its most recognizable feature.\\n\\nVonwacq's effervescent vitality made the rainforests near its equator grow so large and tall that their shades would cover the sky above and even block out the sun. The lack of sunlight in the undergrowth of the rainforest throughout the year creates a perfect space for fungi and other low-light plants to grow. Intelligent creatures inhabited regions near the tropics. Plants, irrespective of height, would grow naturally here. Fresh fruits and vegetables could be picked at any time and anywhere, which was what the locals mostly fed on.\\n\\nHowever, be it the new immigrants or the indigenous Wacqwacq beings, they have always maintained a quasi-religious reverence for the animal fruits growing on the Thestang tree.\\n\\nThe great Thestang tree never stopped bearing fruit, not even for a moment. With time, all those yellowish and translucent oval-shaped fruits grew larger and heavier, hanging down from the branches until the stems could no longer bear their weight. When the time came, fruits would fall to the ground with a loud and crisp sound, cracking their thin skin and releasing whatever was held within. The fauna of Vonwacq was all born this way, be it fish, birds, or polar bears. On Planet Vonwacq, creatures of all kinds shared one common birth mother.\\n\\nThe fiend known as the \"Demon King\" was also born from one such fruit of the Thestang tree. From the moment of its birth, it instinctively knew how to swing its giant ax-like pincers toward others, waging war upon the entire biosphere of Vonwacq.\\n\\nEvery sixty natural years, the Thestang tree would give birth to a new demon king, and the cycle went on and on. The people of Vonwacq had long been used to and prepared for such cyclical fates of doom. Whenever a demon king's awakening approached, they would temporarily set aside their disputes and work together, assembling their strongest warriors to set sail for Wacq Island... One sixty years after another sixty years, these seemingly pointless crusades had been launched over and over again for hundreds of years in such narrow landscapes on this small planet. The demon kings were the permanent disaster of Vonwacq, and the caches of civilization were periodically wiped out.\\n\\nThus, it could be said that Planet Vonwacq was more like a stagnating pool of dead water, even though it was teeming with lively creatures that were ceaselessly fighting with each other, seemingly full of possibilities for change."
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        "Name": "Vonwacq's Islandic Coast",
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        "Story": "The fruits of the Thestang tree matured and fell to the ground, giving birth to creatures of all kinds. Then these creatures awakened, cried, and subsequently left Wacq Island to seek a habitat of their own on Planet Vonwacq.\\n\\nAt first, the outsiders from the stars were seen as reckless thieves who, upon receiving a \"friendly\" tribal welcome, began to understand the civilizational dilemma of Vonwacq. Soon after, the outsiders boarded the locals' boats and sailed to Wacq Island, curious about how a demon king would be born from the fruit. The tribal warriors lay low on the shoals in trepidation, closely clenching their Stone Age weapons. To fight for sixty years of peace, they seemed determined, ready to make the ultimate sacrifice, one where they may never return home.\\n\\nAs the war went on, the outsiders discovered the truth about the \"Demon King\" — It was a species of interstellar worm that had once been considered extinct. It was simply unexpected that these creatures would appear in such a form in this corner of the universe.\\n\\nWhen the brutal expedition was finally over, the surviving few natives left the coastline with news of their victory, while the curious outsiders quietly stayed behind. They pushed aside the drooping branches of the giant tree and sank into the quagmire, almost half-submerged. In the sunken lands of the rainforest, the outsiders found a control cabin. It was then that the secret of Vonwacq was finally revealed — the Thestang tree turned out to be the eco genesis system from a much higher civilization, which could decode and then release innumerable life forms to restore the planet's biosphere.\\n\\nThe demon king that cyclically rampaged the planet turned out to be just one single piece of data in the vast biologic database. The outsiders deleted the data of the demon king and then left Vonwacq, not seeking any credit or gratitude from the locals.\\n\\nThe sound of tidal waves battering against the seaside land was the only audible sound on the coastline of Wacq Island. The indigenous coalition forces of Vonwacq were all lined up and were convinced that the demon king would never come again. Then they cheered, toasted, sang, and talked all night about a future without demon kings. However, almost immediately after the two allied tribes bid farewell and returned to their respective homelands, the two tribes began plotting wars for their takeover of the whole of Vonwacq... Without a common threat such as the demon king, their alliance was but a non-binding piece of paper. The small planet was never designed to withstand a conflict between the two tribes. And the short-lived, fragile peace had since shattered out of existence.\\n\\nThe coastline of Wacq Island remained in its enigmatic calm as if nothing had ever transpired on these shores. With humans and Wacqwacq gone from its center stage, Vonwacq had finally reclaimed peace and completed its ecological restoration."
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    "Name": "Rutilant Arena",
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        "Name": "Taikiyan Laser Stadium",
        "Desc": "Encapsulated in the plane is the most advanced arena on Planet Taikiyan — the Taikiyan Stadium. The atmosphere is lively both inside and outside the dome as flags wave in the air. With all eyes on the arena, an exciting game of Roboball is about to kick off.",
        "Story": "Planet Taikiyan was once an IPC scuttle site for spaceships, where value assessors were dispatched to clean up old ship wreckage for any remaining value.\\n\\nAssessors regarded an assignment to station in Planet Taikiyan as an exile with no return. On this tiny planet, mountains of carbon fiber and stainless steel traced the pre-decommissioned outlines of giant ships, casting a shadow of emptiness over the steel ruins. Out here, the exiles' desire to be recalled intensified to a boiling point. Assessors wearing propulsion equipment fought for high-quality parts below-deck for many years, their lightning-fast figures mutually fleeing from and in pursuit of each other in the corridors of sunken ships. They had formed their own underground rules in the shadows... And yet none of these trapped beasts had their wishes fulfilled. No one was ever able to return.\\n\\nThe rules established by these abandoned humans, reduced to caged animals, did not escape the IPC's surveillance. Footage from their wearable cameras were transmitted back to the IPC and passed as after-dinner laughingstock by the high and powerful. The investor of the Traditional Project Department, however, scented out the faint possibility for \"entertainment\" after some consideration.\\n\\nWith this new plan, the first competition in the cosmos featuring the Taikiyan Roboball would have its glorious debut on planet Taikiyan. Several planet terraforming machines descended to the surface and yanked out the decommissioned spaceships in their entirety, not leaving a single inch of their former shadows behind. The obscure little planet had been transformed by the sport of Roboball, becoming a dazzling athletic hub in the blink of an eye. \"No one will care about its ludicrous beginnings by that time. There will only be pure sportsmanship and high-value commercial agreements.\"\\n\\nThe competition had athletes wearing propulsion equipment and armor, ever-changing three-dimensional race tracks, and physical clashes that sent sparks flying... The attention of the entire cosmos was thoroughly captured the moment the Roboball Competition was announced. From that moment forth, the planet once shrouded in darkness has never again seen a moment of night.\\n\\nBoth the home and visitor teams are evenly matched in the massive stadium, and the vociferous audience fills up the dome in countless multitudes. They roar the names of the team and the players, giving birth to a thunderous cacophony that does not end. Outside the dome, the planet is also bustling with activity as broadcast licenses, exclusive sponsorship, and advertising contracts are fought over in the trading market, while underground betting is rife as excitement and disappointment share the spotlight in equal measure... The inky shade of the night has long been transformed into a silent radium backdrop to the overflowing lights of the stadium.\\n\\nThe Taikiyan Stadium has been bright as day from the moment of its inauguration, and no one even remembers where the begone shadows are now hidden."
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        "Story": "The Traditional Project Department invited sport experts from Interastral Peace Entertainment and requested that they remove all savage elements of Taikiyan's underground rules and transform it into a lucrative competition.\\n\\nMaterial experts designed a Roboball to satisfy the request — a high-tech iron ball with a diameter of <unbreak>35</unbreak> centimeters, weighing <unbreak>30</unbreak> kilograms, and of carbon fiber and stainless steel. It constantly chases alterations of the Phase Flame, increasing the unpredictability of the game through its irregular movements. Sports equipment experts followed that by developing a standard-issue propulsion protective armor for Roboball games, allowing top sport equipment and medical organizations to better demonstrate their quality and ensuring the sustainability of a stable income and safe competition.\\n\\nAnd thus, the Taikiyan Roboball Association was formally established, and the initial version of the Taikiyan Roboball Game Rules was formulated. The game system comprising two teams with seven players each was also established from then on.\\n\\nThe track architects of the Intelligentsia Guild had turned the concept of \"racing\" into a three-dimensional circular track — the standard length of which is <unbreak>2.91</unbreak> kilometers. The flat central area of the track is 5 meters wide, and the curved areas on both sides range from 2 to <unbreak>14</unbreak> meters in width. The Roboball players will fly unidirectionally for several laps on the spacious and bright track, accompanied by the sound of whistling and collision, completing the entire game. According to actual testing, during high-speed travel on the track, disconnected point light sources will connect into lines with the athletes' visual persistence, and several dimly visible lumens will form an exclusive arclight track. Interastral Peace Entertainment invited the wealthy to participate in the league, promising them the exposure their favorite sport deserved. Subsequently, the league clubs were established, and the most talented players were assembled and ready to go.\\n\\nInterastral Peace Media had exclusive broadcasting rights for the event and, with the help of ultraremote sensing technology, they broadcasted the live competition far and wide. The sensory experience of top athletes was also recorded throughout the event, allowing homebound viewers to also experience the speed, collisions, whistles, and arclights of the competition from the comfort of their own homes. The old scuttling site was filled with sightseeing cruises and bustling crowds gathered in the streets, illuminated by lights and advertisements, slowly streaming into the stadium. They confirmed their seats, looked around, and were greeted with banners, flags, and airborne malt foam. The bright track stood silently under the spotlights.\\n\\nAmid the roar of the crowd, the first game began."
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        "Name": "Insumousu's Whalefall Ship",
        "Desc": "Encapsulated in the plane is the Insumousu Autonomous Region of Thalassa. The Xianzhou Daiyu had crashed here, inspiring the civilization of Insumousu.",
        "Story": "\"Once upon a time, the palace of the gods fell from the heavens.\"\\n\\nFirstly, there was a shadow beyond the atmosphere, then a fiery glow as it entered the layers of air. At the end, its full form was revealed — It was a grand palace, a heavenly wonder beyond even the combined skill of all of Insumousu's greatest artisans. It descended slowly, as if it had condensed from the heavens themselves. Insumousu's ocean was vast, but could it truly contain this celestial palace fallen from the skies? No one knew for certain.\\n\\n\"Amidst the chaos, some dispersed and fled in all directions. Others remained in the villages on land and under the sea, anticipating the descent of the Divine Fall.\"\\n\\nThe fallen Xianzhou Daiyu crashed onto the surface of Thalassa, leaving a deep watery crater in the heart of the Insumousu sea. For seven planetary days, the world trembled, while the magnificent ruins stood silently on the sea bed like the tragic and magnificent remains of a god. The survivors of Insumousu, living in their abodes in the sea bed, witnessed how their beloved homes were shattered by the celestial palace from beyond. Yet, with joy and elation, they soon found a new home in the remnants of the Daiyu after the Divine Fall.\\n\\nAs living conditions improved, the people of Insumousu had more time and energy to think. They finally had the opportunity to ask the most important questions as they gazed upon the magnificent ruins that descended from the heavens: Who were \"they\"? And from whence did \"they\" come?\\n\\nIn the days of old, the people of Insumousu knew not the art of metallurgy, nor had they yet invented written language. Thus, they turned to imagination to supplement their knowledge, and sought to understand all through the telling of stories. \"Legends\" were born as stories passed through the generations, turning into \"myths\" over time. \"Myths\" then shaped cognition as they themselves endure the flow of time — until \"civilization\" was born. As centuries passed and stars shifted in the sky, Thalassa became a trade partner of the Xianzhou Alliance. It was then that the aquatic people of Insumousu set foot inside the \"celestial palace\" for the first time. There, they beheld the complete grandeur of the Xianzhou, and at last learned the truth behind the Divine Fall.\\n\\nThe well-educated Insumousu gentry always regarded themselves as a continuation of the Daiyu. \"What the Daiyu once followed, we should follow. What the Daiyu once fought against, we should also fight.\" When they tell stories from the past, they would still begin with these words:\\n\\n\"Once upon a time, the palace of the gods fell from the heavens.\""
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        "Story": "The Welkin Empire of Glamoth enjoyed a vast territory spanning tens of thousands of light-years, ambitiously setting its sight on the cosmos. At the height of the empire's power, Her Majesty Empress Titania built a magnificent fleet, vowing to bring the fruits of civilization to all the barbaric borders, allowing them a taste of the empire's benevolence in hopes of uniting them under one rule.\\n\\nHowever, the expedition was eventually halted by endless waves of raging insectoids coming from beyond the sky. Glamoth's armies fought and failed, again and again... Colonies were scattered, and the proud iron fleet fell one after another. Besieged by the monsters with compound eyes and sheathed wings, the cries of the people of Glamoth were drowned out by despair, and the Welkin Empire was shattered from then on.\\n\\nUntil one day knights clad in mechanical armor descended from the sky and wiped out the sun-swallowing Swarm. Since then, the silver-white iron knights have traveled to and from the various star systems in the empire, crossing the devastated territories and fighting back against the calamity that wiped out the galaxy. They were like warriors born to fight the Swarm. No one knew the faces lying beneath the masks of the Iron Cavalry, but their arrival was like a gift from the gods, bringing the light of day back to the human world. Under the Empress' command, Glamoth's Iron Cavalry charged across the skies, finally stemming the tide of enemies and bringing a moment of respite to the empire.\\n\\nBut in the never-ending battle against their archenemy, the empire started becoming more and more like its adversary — more and more Iron Cavalry flew high into the sky, blotting out the heavens just as the Swarm did on that fateful day. The look people cast on the Empress and the cavalry turned to one of fear, a fear akin to what they felt toward the Swarm. Perhaps one day the empire would attain the victory it so desired. But on that day, will Glamoth still be a paradise for humanity to rest in?\\n\\nThe Iron Cavalry Regiment formed the last line of defense at the border of Glamoth, where the battle raged on endlessly. Upon their warships, the silent knights bore a mission, carrying the hopes of the entire empire, and faced the tides of enemies drowning out the stars."
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        "Desc": "The flourishing Empire of Glamoth turned into dust. There was no evidence of its former glory. Only the debris of stardust, mechas, warships, and the corpses of the Swarm were left drifting in the vacuum to form a river of residua — preserving the original battle scene of the bloody warfronts and serving as a monument to its downfall.",
        "Story": "Historians of the Intelligentsia Guild believe that the Republic of Glamoth was destroyed by the scourge of the Swarm. Another view claims that the Republic of Glamoth was destroyed by how it completely overshot its powerful enemy.\\n\\nIn order to turn the tide in the horrific invasion of the Swarm, the ruling council threw down the gauntlet and resolved to alter the essence of humanity in an effort to adapt to the war — they will create a weapon \"born to fight.\"\\n\\nThe result of all this was \"Titania.\" The Empress, who holds no power, telepathically commands and controls the knights connected to her. In the dreams that these warriors are woven into, the sole meaning of their existence is to guard Titania and her \"empire.\" In their short lives, they studied, fought, received the Empress' commands, faced the enemy fearlessly, and died with honor.\\n\\nNo one knew when this falsehood was revealed. Was it from the day when the old humans in Glamoth's territories fell below a certain percentage? Was it the day when scientists realized that the Empress was beginning to revolt against her captivity? Or... maybe the day when the Swarm's onslaught dissipated into thin air?\\n\\nAll the people knew was that the Iron Cavalry gave their all for the non-existent \"empire.\" After decades of bloody battles, the remains of mechas and insect limbs turned into dense debris strewn throughout Glamoth's segmentum, connecting with each other to form a \"River of Death.\" When the remnants of the Swarm no longer posed a threat and the leaders of the council rang the bell of peace, informing the citizens that they had dispelled the apocalypse that clouded the heavens and the republic would be ushered back into the light of day — What arrived was not daylight, but the beginning of another sunless night.\\n\\nAfter that, the civilization known as Glamoth faded away, and the long-awaited peace came to the empty stars. The long river of stardust and debris flows silently along the void."
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    "Name": "Penacony, Land of the Dreams",
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        "Name": "Penacony's Grand Hotel",
        "Desc": "Encapsulated in the plane is Penacony's main structure — the Reverie hotel. Guests staying here will travel to a world of sweet dreams and enjoy a feast of luxury and extravagance in a seemingly omnipotent metropolis.",
        "Story": "The attendants bow and salute with uniform smiles, and greet the guests with music: \"Welcome to the Planet of Festivities! Beautiful dreams await you.\" The guests smile as they move forward, accepting their drinks infused full of bubbles and gulping them down.\\n\\nThe scenery gradually becomes more and more incredulous, and the senses feel as if one has been lifted by silk. Guests from other lands defy gravity and walk on walls. Strange toys come to life and roam the streets in celebration. The water from the spring turn into a giant whale and swim through the halls. Opening a window no longer show a view of the stars in the deep sky, but of the city's shifting streams of light and shadows, holding up the constant echoes of giant clocks and theaters. The guests finally realize that they were never awake, but are instead witnessing Penacony's true nature in a dream — a place where time stops in a neverending dreamscape.\\n\\nEveryone knows that, under the rule of \"The Family,\" the doors of Penacony are open to everyone amidst the stars. For a transcendent experience, for an inspirational excitement, for the soothing of worries and wounds — guests of the highest caliber come to surrender their pain in exchange for peace and tranquility, to drink the best of the best, and to wander in the sea of dreams. Some spend unforgettable holidays here and leave content, while others become obsessed with the festivities and settle down here. The star-studded hotel is the jewel of dream weavers, the kingdom of dream makers, and the playground of dream seekers.\\n\\nFew guests are aware of the dusty history of the past — the thread that weaves the dreams comes from reality. The velvety splendor of today's Penacony was born of salty rust, heavy shackles, and deprived freedom. The Planet of Festivities was once an IPC prison, where countless inmates were relocated to salvage the overflowing Memory Bubbles for the Garden of Recollection. People repeated their endless toils until their bodies were as heavy as lead, but their souls became as light as bubbles. At some unknown point in time, the small cells cut off access to reality, but people's consciousnesses became linked in dreams. In the midnight bell, that shared dream seemed so real, reflecting the sheer hypocrisy of reality.\\n\\nIt lasted until the Destruction melted the chains of the IPC, the Trailblaze connected this frontier to the other stars, and the Harmony arrived upon invitation to sow the seeds of peace. Freedom finally broke ground and added a new name to the original dream — Penacony.\\n\\nToday, there is no trace of the crumbling prison. In the dream world, a myriad of skyscrapers has been erected and the desert has been rebuilt and transformed into a metropolis — a new world for dreamers in search of wealth and opportunities, and a utopia for those in search of indulgence and pleasure. The past of the Planet of Festivities is like a photo that fell to the bottom of a cupboard — it exists, but is seen by no one.\\n\\nNowadays, the land of dreams is filled with songs of joy, and the noise of the past have been relegated to gossip, silently lost in the interlude of a comedy, in the behind-the-scenes of some cartoon, or in the side column of some magazine."
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        "Story": "Those who have visited Penacony will agree that \"built on dreams\" is not just some saying, but is a very real statement. The opulent hotel is just the tip of the iceberg of the Planet of Festivities, and it is only when you \"stay and dream\" that you are considered to have officially arrived at Penacony. From then on, the land of dreams, consisting of twelve dreamscapes, slowly expands before the guests' eyes.\\n\\nGuests who are new to the place may be overwhelmed by this carnival stage, but do not be alarmed. Look up and see the metal tracks crisscrossing the skyscrapers and the Spheroids rapidly rolling along them. They are the most visible means of transportation in this dreamscape metropolis and guide guests to each and every place around the city.\\n\\nStarting from the central station, the complicated Spheroid tracks are like the blood vessels of the metropolis. Whether it is the underground tunnels of the Moment of Daybreak, the vast fields of the Moment of Scorchsand, or the glittering stadium of the Moment of Stars, the colorful Spheroids roll on and on, delivering people to each station accurately, efficiently, safely, and comfortably, pouring a sleepless energy into the dream world of Penacony.\\n\\nDreams give a light and delicate texture to everything, and the nut-like Spheroids are regarded as both vehicles and as toys in the land of dreams. However, few remember that the Spheroids are actually imprisonment cages — the vehicle towards dreams are tools originally used for locking up prisoners.\\n\\nA long time ago, the IPC sent a huge number of prisoners to the Asdana star system in an attempt to stop a catastrophe from spreading. There, people reclaimed memoria, gradually becoming lost between fantasy and reality. The spherical work chambers in vacuum became an unforgettable \"memory\" for the prisoners — the hard curved interior walls, the awful experience of tumbling around, the unbearable daily attendance — perhaps these pains ran too deep. When those who regained their freedom pioneered the barren dreamscape, the spherical cages came along with them.\\n\\nBut now, unlike in the past, peace and freedom have given birth to optimism. Instead of trying to destroy the inescapable nightmares over and over, it is better to add to them the color this place should have, to take them in, and embrace them. So, the spherical imprisonment cages of the past have become today's Spheroids.\\n\\nIn the present, the fast-moving colorful Spheroids moving all over Penacony and the slight reverberations coming from within them... are all quietly hidden in the light of the dream city, blending in with the ambitions and laughter, like a land of dreams where time forever stands still."
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  "313": {
    "Name": "Sigonia, the Unclaimed Desolation",
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        "Name": "Sigonia's Gaiathra Berth",
        "Desc": "Encapsulated in the plane is the most habitable zone in Sigonia-IV — the desolate barren desert known as the Gaiathra Berth. The silent and unassuming Gaiathra Triclops, with her immense and weighty torso, quietly encompasses all the living and deceased in Sigonia.",
        "Story": "When discussing Oswaldo Schneider, the head of the IPC's Marketing Development Department, people often focus on the decisive operations he undertook upon assuming the position. Within just two years, this young fanatic conquered the bitter cold, pestilence, and death, and managed to address three major longstanding issues that had plagued the Department for several Amber Eras. One of these challenges is the desolate planet known as Sigonia-IV, which is covered in barren deserts and scarred by clan vendettas... a place of harsh conditions and strife.\\n\\nSituated near the convergence of three major star clusters, Sigonia-IV has long been subjected to stellar winds from multiple stars, earning its reputation as the \"eye of the storm\" throughout the Cosmos. The planet's surface environment is extremely harsh, leading many civilizations to either migrate to other celestial bodies or succumb to natural disasters. Now, only a small number of intelligent races remain there, referred to as Sigonians by scholars from the Intelligentsia Guild.\\n\\nIn reality, Sigonians have fragmented into numerous clans, with most adopting nomadic lifestyles, while a few have established centralized systems of governance of reasonable size.\\n\\nThey share a common language. Through the translation provided by the Synesthesia Beacon, you will learn that \"Katica\" means \"shellslasher,\" who have a reputation of being the most ferocious clan among Sigonians. And \"Avgin\" means \"honey,\" who are often accused of pilfering by those willfully ignorant. These clans share a vendetta that lasted through Amber Eras, engaged in a cycle of bloody vengeance in the boundless wilderness where only the fittest survive — until mysterious figures clad in black descended from the sky. From there, Sigonians were briefly united under the radiance of Amber, and the natural cycles that were finally reached a temporary conclusion.\\n\\nAfterward, under the IPC's guidance, the Sigonians established the Sigonian Sovereignty according to the Interstellar Peace Charter and took their first steps toward the wider Cosmos.\\n\\nUnfortunately, this unity and progress did not extend to the Avgins and Katicans. Some malicious opportunists among the Sigonians viewed the former's resourcefulness with suspicion, while slandering the latter as nothing more than predators with no hope of enlightenment. Although they possessed only limited knowledge about Preservation, they understood that some of them had to be sacrificed for it. Utilizing a highly advanced set of parliamentary rules, these devious and corrupt individuals banished both clans to the endless desert.\\n\\nAs a token of apology, they even went out of their way to declare that \"the Avgins shall forever retain the right to autonomy\" — In other words, should any future conflicts occur between the two clans, they could justifiably and lawfully sit back and do nothing."
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        "Name": "Sigonia's Knot of Cyclicality",
        "Desc": "Turquoise meteorites are meticulously polished and shaped, then strung together with gold threads and viridescent silk by the Avgins. They believe that these protective knots must not be buried in the sand, but radiate like the Mother Goddess' divine body reborn from death on the night of Kakava.",
        "Story": "\"Avgin\" means \"honey\" in the Sigonian language. It's a conventional term irretrievably lost in the long arc of cosmic history.\\n\\nThe Avgins are blessed with attractive facial features, beautiful eyes, and an innate wealth of emotional intelligence, all of which effortlessly endear themselves to any strangers. However, these inborn talents are the exact reason they draw jealousy and ire from others. And the envious and snobbish soon begin their ceaseless slander, and the baseless defamation of the Avgins thus spreads like wildfire throughout the cosmos. As mere rumors can suffice to tarnish the sanctity of truth, the Avgins, a people of a peripheral world, found themselves assailed without recourse, subject to all manners of suspicion and prejudice.\\n\\nThe Avgins have an appreciation for intricately patterned fabrics, as well as a penchant for jewelry crafted from precious gemstones. They're particularly fond of turquoise meteorites, the only kind of gemstones capable of rivaling the resplendence of Gaiathra Triclops' divine body, which in their mythology is believed to have been reborn from death.\\n\\nKnown as Fenge Biyos, their Mother Goddess reigns over all matters related to fertility, travels, and trickery. Depictions of the Mother Goddess in the Avgins' religion often portray her as a left palm adorned with three eyes. The Avgins primarily express reverence for her through spoken prayers alone, believing that the Mother Goddess is as silent and unassuming as the mountains of Sigonia, and that crafting statues or composing hymns for her would only distance themselves from her protective embrace.\\n\\nThe Avgins view the world through the body of the Mother Goddess — the earth, the mountains, and all that exists on the land are a part of the Mother Goddess' divine body. And at the end of each calendar year, her divine body will perish.\\n\\nOn that significant day, her divine essence ascends as a resplendent aurora in the night sky and is reborn in the following day. Hence, Avgins celebrate the first day of the new year through their grand festival called \"Kakava.\" During this festival, they weave sacrificial vessels known as \"Knots of Cyclicality\" and toss them into bonfires to commemorate the Great Goddess' birth.\\n\\nAccording to the incident report by the Marketing Development Department, that shocking conflict took place on a night of Kakava. It was a stormy night when the clouds and fog engulfed the northern lights, which should have been seen as an ill omen. However, the Avgin people were unexpectedly excited. When questioned about this, a maiden from the clan provided the following response.\\n\\n\"Rain is a gift from the Mother Goddess. She is calling to us, urging us to take up arms and fight for our future.\"\\n\"This rain accompanies us. This rain protects us. It is in this rain that we shall meet our honorable demise.\""
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  "314": {
    "Name": "Izumo Gensei and Takama Divine Realm",
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        "Name": "Izumo's Magatsu no Morokami",
        "Desc": "Encapsulated in the plane is Izumo, with its past and future severed with a slash. Izumo was once covered in indescribable wars of survival, as well as once being blessed with glorious days of bountiful luxury... Now, the barren land is nowhere to be found, leaving behind only a graveyard of swords where the past lies buried.",
        "Story": "The dual planets were intertwined in each other's tragic destiny, dancing an eternal rondo around a pitch-black great sun.\\n\\nIn the beginning, one of the planets gave rise to humans. Those who looked down named the land below \"Izumo.\" Those who looked up named the world above \"Takamagahara.\" One day uninscribed in the annals, the Yaoyorozu no Kami descended from Takamagahara. These demonic beasts named Kami overturned the skies, burned the rivers and oceans, and shattered the land — People realized in horror that it was not an invasion for rulership, dominance, or plunder. The evil Kami came only to kill.\\n\\nAs the planet stood on the brink of death, Izumo embarked on a Kami-slaying journey, exhausting the might of the entire country to slay the calamity named \"Sovereign of Revelation\" and forging the very first Edict Edge using its bestial body. Giving the Kami a taste of their own medicine, the wielder of these swords can recite the mantra contained within the blade to master the divine power of Takamagahara, and use it to combat the evil Kami and save the masses. From then on, Izumo started its long and arduous crusade, exchanging inordinate lives lost for the fall of one Kami after another, shattering countless mortal blades to forge the twelve Sentinels.\\n\\nIn the merciless fight for survival, Izumo used the might of the Edict Edges to light up their uncivilized world of darkness in less than ten Amber Eras, building cities of dazzling neon lights. That distant Takama Divine Realm, once so far away, became so close within their reach — Yet history suddenly stopped there. The existence of the two planets instantly evaporated, disappearing into nothingness.\\n\\nNowadays, the past of the border planet Izumo can only be gleaned from the scattered whispers in the universe. Academics hold various views regarding its disappearance, but none can solve the mystery. Izumo's history should have been a long flowing river, but it was severed in one cut, and all its past and future voided on emptiness' other shore. Did it never exist, and was it no more than a fabricated story? Did its histories never occur, and it ran aground on the beach of reverse causation? Was it yet another appalling experiment by Dr. Primitive, or was it a sign of the Voracity returning from the end of the Cosmos?\\n\\nOnly that pitch-black great sun knows the answer, yet THEY remain silent, never speaking.\\n\\nBecause everything that had happened will one day regress to the end, and everything that had ended is guaranteed to happen again. The universe undergoes an eternal recurrence under THEIR shadow, and Izumo is nothing more than the footnote for an ellipsis."
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        "Name": "Izumo's Blades of Origin and End",
        "Desc": "The people of Izumo use tassels to bind the sharp blades to their belts. They walk the world to hunt down Kami with their blades, then used the divine carcasses to forge new blades... In this never-ending cycle, Izumo marches toward prosperity, towards disillusion, and towards the void.",
        "Story": "The dual planets were intertwined in each other's tragic destiny, and a dead song was scattered amongst the Cave Where Light Hid.\\n\\nThe song had no beginning and no end, had no sound and no echo, came from no singer, and was heard by none. It thus uttered:\\n\\n<i>Takamagahara endless like Izumo, for it was a paradise perfect in its place.</i>\\n<i>Yet the sky turned dark and the great sun pulled the tides, and the Kami left numerous trails as if migrating.</i>\\n<i>The Yaoyorozu no Magakami manifested and slaughtered without mercy, yet little did they expect their peerless authority to be stolen and taken.</i>\\n<i>Izumo broke seventy-thousand-and-thirty-three warrior's blades, forging the majestic Sentinels twelve in number.</i>\\n\\n<i>The first was \"Truth,\" forged with the slain Sovereign of Revelation. It allowed mortals to comprehend all laws and order, to dissect all things and to recreate miracles.</i>\\n<i>The second was \"Sky,\" forged with the slain Eternal Zenith. It could turn the sky into walls and fortresses and pose obstacles for the Magatsu no Morokami's steps.</i>\\n<i>The third was \"Howl,\" forged with the slain Almighty Thunder. It could summon lightning to tear the sky, and the soaring meteors and thunder to serve divine justice.</i>\\n<i>The fourth was \"Mist,\" forged with the slain Everbreath. It could make winds break and shear the land, for gales to rage forever unceasing.</i>\\n<i>The fifth was \"Frost,\" forged with the slain Heaven's Winter Cloak. It could freeze and still the very order of time, to create boundless frozen wastes and stretch one moment into eternity.</i>\\n<i>The sixth was \"Fate,\" forged with the slain Spurned Sister of Mortality. It could make flowers bloom and cover barren graves, for life and death to dance in a cycle and dissipate.</i>\\n<i>The seventh was \"Flare,\" forged with the slain Flamebringer. It could summon fires to burn down the very world, to torch the skies and to char the earth.</i>\\n<i>The eighth was \"Thought,\" forged with the slain Wisdom Supreme. It could discern the past and future with the water mirror, to tell truth from lies over years beyond reckoning.</i>\\n<i>The ninth was \"Root,\" forged with the slain Father of Lands. It could command islands to float into the heavens, for mountains and valleys to burst before armies.</i>\\n<i>The tenth was \"Form,\" forged with the slain Nether Lord. It could make the masses join in unity, for endless forms to ebb and flow as one.</i>\\n<i>The eleventh was \"Bind,\" forged with the slain Omen Ward. It drove misfortune into a binding cage, for evil and demons to instantly vanish.</i>\\n<i>The twelfth was \"Maw,\" forged with the slain Woes Eighty. It could corrode and age the very mortal world and make equal Kami and Oni, leaving an entity's four souls to be sundered in twain.</i>\\n\\n<i>Then the underworld was cleared out, the wars called to a halt, and the twelve blades broken and locked.</i>\\n<i>In the emptiness the dead souls grew restless, and under the black sun two blades were forged as Bearers of the world's destiny.</i>\\n<i>One was named \"Origin\" and the other named \"End,\" for all begun with humanity and shall end with Oni-kind.</i>\\n<i>The sounds of lamentation ceased, and the dead flowers rose and fell. The losers returned to the void, and the winners... became null.</i>\\n\\nThe hobbling monk sang the song without a tune, for those who hold the power of Kami are walking backwards, towards divinity.\\nWitnessed by the great sun, the land once named Izumo became completely devoid... of humans, Oni, and Kami."
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    "Name": "Duran, Dynasty of Running Wolves",
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        "Name": "Duran's Tent of Golden Sky",
        "Desc": "Encapsulated in the plane is the Golden Sky Tent belonging to the borisins of Verdantia. Different to the savage name that borisin left in the cosmos, the borisins of Verdantia possess outstanding biotechnology. The children of the wolves gather next to the great Brood Lord Duran, and regard the celestial objects in the sky as their herd as they gallop between the stars.",
        "Story": "The beginning of ancient foxian and borisin ballads all nostalgically sing of the \"Planet of Verdantia\" and its fertile soil and pleasant climate. However, upon closer inspection, the perceptive ones will realize such words are mere preludes to the eternal theme of \"war.\"\\n\\nWith their talents for agriculture and commerce, some fox clans built prosperous towns next to flowing rivers. Meanwhile, the children of wolves roamed with their herd under the aurora-covered sky within the lush grasslands, forming settlements that dotted the landscape. The merchants laughed at the herders for the latter's savagery, while the herders despised the merchants for their deception. However, they both must confront the cruel torments of nature — the \"Vulpesummer\" and \"Lupuswinter.\"\\n\\nIn the summer of rich harvests blessed by the fox deity, the two clans put down their arms and ceased warfare in mutual satisfaction. But once the wolf deity lets fall the white frost, the snowlines would spread from the poles and hunger shall drive the two clans to unceasing conflict.\\n\\nThe ballads mention that the Lupuswinter once stayed far beyond its due, even after the sun of Verdantia had circled the planet thirty-three times. Poverty and hunger crashed the people, and they resorted to even eating animals they once worshipped as totems. After foreseeing the end where the entire world shall be covered in bleak death, a savior climbed to the peak of the tallest mountain in that world — The foxian legends called her \"Tushan,\" but the borisin sagas called him \"Duran.\" No matter what this savior was called, they made a wish to the Master of Immortality, hoping for sustenance enough to keep the world's people alive. Then, the mountains split, and sweet divine nectar of Redspring poured out from the hilly ravines.\\n\\nThose who drank from the Redspring obtained power, dexterity, and strength from the beast meat they devoured. Their blood, too, stirred with the ferocity of animals, and their bodily forms became increasingly bestial — Thus was this world changed, never to return to its former days.\\n\\nWith the Redspring as the medium, everything that the reborn canine races needed was made from this miraculous source — The fields no longer grew grain but viscorpi instead, and the garments that covered people's bodies were no longer of linen but of embryonic flesh. Even the chilly snowlands that once terrified the Verdantia civilizations were no longer a concern, for the canine races cultivated biological membranes in the polar regions to craft into warm dome-shaped tents, blocking the impoverished Lupuswinter beyond this barrier.\\n\\nThen, things changed in the Planet of Verdantia, just like how things changed for every short-life species that became long-life — There was population explosion, ecological collapse, internal warfare... And no matter how hard the canine races prayed to the Master of Immortality, they never heard another reply. Then, the people understood the truth: Everything that the Master of Immortality could give had been given, and if the people wished to have better lives, they must take more by themselves.\\n\\nGathered around Duran the great Brood Lord, the canine races cast their sight into the sky where the Master of Immortality dwelled. The stars sparkled like a grassland waiting to be conquered with fast steads, and they will bring the \"Lupuswinter\" to the civilizations on those planets.\\n\\nMuch later, their sworn enemies dubbed them \"borisin,\" for it signified \"wolf\" in the vernacular of Verdantia."
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        "Name": "Duran's Mechabeast Bridle",
        "Desc": "These were the reins, shackles, and whips. The first thing taught to borisin youths who had grown taller than war beasts' legs was to always grasp the reins tight in their hands, or else the youths themselves would become enslaved livestock — or worse, become feed.",
        "Story": "In the borisin language, the bridle was also called assa-chita, meaning \"the living book.\"\\n\\nWhen the dual rising moons meet, and the night sky is at its brightest, the voodoo masters of the hunting tribe gift bridles to the children of Duran to symbolize them entering adulthood. This blank bridle would become a book that records the history of their battles throughout their lives.\\n\\nAs soon as the adulthood ceremony ends, the borisin youths must walk into the weapon farm, then pick and tame their first battle mount among the \"mechabeasts\" that have been filtered and bred via gene witchcraft. Mechabeasts that consume the conquered as their feed have astounding agility, perception, and ferocity — Yet they are considered mere sheep when facing against their future masters. As the moonlight stirs the violent blood in their veins, the borisin youths chase and duel against the mechabeasts. Some will die from the beast's kiss — That is the result of cowardice. Some will kill their peers — That is the law of how valiant beasts shall be distributed... The borisin youths trip the desired mount to the ground and tie the bridle, which is inlaid with neural spike whips, onto the animal's neck — The beast will be stunned through telepathy with its future master and become as tame as if they already received hundreds of whiplashes. When the beast willingly carries the master on its back, a fitting borisin sorya (warrior, rider) will have been born.\\n\\nThen, the borisin bridle will become the recorder of wars, and the reins will gradually become full of scratches, knots, and accessories.\\n\\nThe well-trained sorya dons jellyfish-like membranous armor under the leadership of a yonda (leader, centurion). They then board the beast ships that can warp between stars, explore different worlds, and swear in the name of Duran and the Master of Immortality to make the stars into their herding ground. On the bridle, light scratches indicate how many enemies the owner had slain, knots record how many major campaigns they were involved in, and the accessories dangling from the reins are loot such as human teeth and Intellitron cores obtained from pillaging frenzies... They are the vengeful wails of the conquered, as well as medals for borisin individuals to demonstrate their strength.\\n\\nWhen the mounts beneath the warrior perish in warfare, or when borisin wish to mete out punishment, the bridle can also be fastened around the bodies of other living beings.\\n\\nTheir targets are usually foxians — The slave race excluded from the clan due to genetic selection plans. They are weak, devious, and are only fit for lowly labor and calculations. Whenever rare war-like individuals emerge among the foxians, the master of the wolf-head would prioritize binding these foxians with the bridles, driving them as war slaves to serve as vanguards on the battlefield.\\n\\nIf all slaves are dead, and the weapons are bent, then the bridle can still act as a whip if one attaches a spike to the end. If the bridle is snapped and the warrior perishes in war with their fangs and claws shattered, then the bridle will become the sole remaining epitaph and memories for borisin...\\n\\nJust as the old tales said that \"the position between the predator and prey often changes in the forest,\" countless wolf-kind bridles have been broken and snapped after fighting for millennia against the Xianzhou in this dark forest called the universe. In the end, this link that connects various clans is severed by the sharp arrow of The Hunt, and the borisin also fall into the shadow of internal strife and general decay, becoming ever more removed from their former pride."
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    "Name": "Forge of the Kalpagni Lantern",
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      "33165": {
        "Name": "Forge's Lotus Lantern Wick",
        "Desc": "Encapsulated in the plane is the Flamewheel Forge, the location of the Xianzhou Zhuming's Artisanship Commission. A sphere the size of a celestial body, constructed around the progenitor of all heliobi, the Flint Emperor. Ingenious artisans draw energy from it and mold wondrous thoughts and inspirations into form.",
        "Story": "The Xianzhou Zhuming had floated in the starry seas for over eight millennia after setting sail from the Primeval Imperium. If one were able to view a chronological snapshot of how the starship's form had changed, it would be a very romantic experience — The colossal ship swallowed a deep-blue star, peeled off the worn hull layer by layer, swelled as a brimming bud, and finally bloomed into a lotus.\\n\\nFrom space, the entire Xianzhou Zhuming appears as a lotus lantern of filigree gold. The giant glowing \"lotus leaves\" gradually spread out around the \"light poles\" and are bathed in a soft blue glow, being indeed worthy of poems that declare it \"A ship whose hull deceives the eyes, a lotus whose petals like candles glow.\" The \"lampstand\" section at the center of the ship is a spherical cage, its size on the magnitude of a celestial object. It tightly wraps around the azure sun, the \"lantern wick,\" and eternally spins. This mega structure is the most important location for the Xianzhou Zhuming's manufacturing industry — the Flamewheel Forge.\\n\\nIn the past, the Zhuming Grand Artisan Yang Di had received a weapon mold from the anonymous sovereign of the Primeval Imperium as a gift when the fleet set off on their voyage. Thousands of years later, though the fleet has now changed beyond recognition with their immortality and the return voyage will never occur, the tradition of the Grand Artisan never died. In the Xianzhou Zhuming, artisanship is the supreme school of learning. All its generals also held the title of the Artisanship Commission's Furnace Master. When they leave the ship, they command thousands of troops. When they return to the ship, they would swing their hammer and forge wondrous items, and receive the people's supreme respect. More than half of the weapons used in the Xianzhou's hunts throughout the fleet's history were forged in the Xianzhou Zhuming. Therefore, the Flamewheel Forge came to be regarded as the holy pilgrimage site for such technologies in the entire Cosmos.\\n\\nMetalsmithing is a measure of the advance of civilizations, while flames mark the beginning of civilizations. Many civilizations, while in their infancy, are most troubled with the problem of energy sources. The people would spare no effort in discovering energy sources that can support their civilization to new heights. The Xianzhou Zhuming have stepped over this limitation — By imprisoning the progenitor of heliobi, the Flint Emperor, the artisans have obtained a literally inexhaustible power source. The Flamewheel Forge has intricate branch-like track systems that cover the star as much as possible, and the delicate boughs and leaves are choked with receptors and transmitters that guide the Primordial Flame \"Flint Emperor\" to provide energy for all technological developments.\\n\\nCountless artisans regard the Zhuming Artisanship Commission, which had swallowed up a Pseudo Sun, as the hallowed hall of the craft, with apprentices who aspire to forge divine tools swarming the institution. With enough force, anything can be crafted, and the Flamewheel Forge has prepared everything the artisans could possibly need —\\n\\nApprentices from different worlds come together before the Forge and become fellow students, then compete and share their skills. Outworlders who come in search of marvelous tools would also pay a hefty sum to commission artisans to craft otherworldly items — However, the countless apprentices over the millennia have rarely been favored by General Huaiyan, the \"Artisan of Artisans.\" Whenever he tutors students himself and personally passes on his skills both as a craftsman and a soldier, these students would either become grandmasters who leave a mark in the annals as Furnace Masters or become Cloud Knights with names that thunder through the Alliance such as the Flamewheel Octet.\\n\\n\"Forges wrought a million stars bright, irons craft heroes' soaring flight. Miniscule lights into martial might made, only with sharp blades are peace and plenty saved.\" From the day a Zhuming artisan receives their tools, they must always remember — What they will spend their days and nights making are no simple weapons, but the arrows carrying the creed of The Hunt."
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        "Name": "Forge's Heavenly Flamewheel Silk",
        "Desc": "The heliobus progenitor, as grand in scope and size as a star, drowns in an endless dream. As it slumbers, the atoms and molecules around its body clash and spark, endlessly permeating outward from the external shell crafted from the Flamewheel, ultimately appearing as iridescent light bands resembling strands of celestial silk.",
        "Story": "The Xianzhou Zhuming has always been accompanied by multicolored light bands while voyaging in deep space. These bands are both energy outputs from super-high-temperature fusion reactions, as well as evidence that the Flint Emperor still burns and shall never die.\\n\\nOn the outermost skirts of the aurora-inducing particles dispersed with the Flint Emperor's breaths, newborn heliobi slow down and wander into being. The Flamehunt Judges of the Zhuming Ten-Lords Commission then capture these naive heliobi that have not had any contact with emotions, using kind and gentle dreams to tame the immature temperaments of such flames. Then, the judges pass these harmless heliobi to the Artisanship Commission's Temperaflame Office, which matches the heliobi with various artifacts to make them into lamps, vehicles, and various spectacles in Zhuming... However, in the eyes of confused outworlders, these talking and walking items are proof of the rumor that \"divine essence exists everywhere in the delves, and items would become demons once they are old enough\"...\\n\\nFollowing the alien-colored light band, one can walk deeper past the Forge and arrive at the hypergravity field created by the Pseudo Sun. Mortals struggle to endure a stellar density of this degree. It is an inwardly collapsing disorder that only Ribhus artisans can traverse with ease.\\n\\nThe scorching stellar surges and abnormal celestial phenomena prevent the curious from continuing to approach the Pseudo Sun. All fundamental physical laws of the universe have been amplified in this space. Only one stout and powerful stellar race, the Ribhus, can survive in spaces with such gravitational abnormalities — The Ribhus are natural-born elite artisans. They pass between the Forge and the Pseudo Sun, and their perception of time has long strayed from that of normal beings. They keep their promise and continue to improve their artisanship, forging the ship's enormous cannons and keeping watch over the Pseudo Sun's slumber. The Xianzhou Zhuming regards Ribhus as loyal allies, respecting their tenacity and strength, while being grateful for their selfless sacrifice.\\n\\nAnd yet, no being can follow the light bands further across the outlandish and twisted gravity field to dive deep into the Pseudo Sun. That is a place forbidden to all beings capable of emotion, a room where the endless dream of the Flint Emperor floats — The Xianzhou Zhuming is always on watch, for even the smallest sliver of emotional disturbances can awaken the boundless might of the heliobi progenitor.\\n\\nThere are frequently individuals who ignore the warning and cast their gaze upon the Pseudo Sun from afar. They would unknowingly slip into the psychological gravitational field, and their smallest carelessness would result in their sentience being taken away by the torrential mirages that pour out like a tide. Different from interacting with the gentle illusions, staring upon that \"azure sun\" would only make one feel the boundless rage that has been suppressed since the beginning of time — \"The heliobi shall give the heroes enough power to scorch the very heavens, but when all duties have been fulfilled, the heroes must give to the heliobi supreme bodies forged into perfection...\" No one knows how this ancient oath could be fulfilled. Similarly, none knows when the Flint Emperor would awaken from its bottomless dream.\\n\\nDeep within the lotus lantern's wick, the Pseudo Sun heaves a profound sigh in its unending sleep. The Xianzhou ship slowly sails across the sky, leaving behind only an iridescent trail. In this way, the Xianzhou Zhuming will continue to ally with fire, journey with fire, and share its destiny with that of the fire."
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  "317": {
    "Name": "Lushaka, the Sunken Seas",
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      "33175": {
        "Name": "Lushaka's Waterscape",
        "Desc": "Encapsulated in the plane is a submerged city in the marine world Lushaka. The sea level rose to the point where even the city was drowned. Only gigantic \"stateships\" carrying their sailors chug along across the sea, in search of the direction for their next distant voyage.",
        "Story": "Among the multitude of planets with a dearth of liquid water, the pure blue of Lushaka shines prominently among the Przesmir star system. Her seawater resembles the cradle of the mother of oceans. The water nurtures and sustains all life... yet also entraps them, controls them, and ensnares them until there is no more escape.\\n\\nAt the break of dawn, the first mate of the \"stateship\" gently knocks on the Captain's quarters door, and pushes it open. The island ecologies of the Old Era's thirty-seven domains are stuck on the walls all over the cabin. That is how people miss land — meteors from beyond the skies are in the process of covering the entirety of Lushaka with water as if following some single-minded wish. Unending tides bury all ancestral lands in abyssal waters, leaving only an expanse of blue... The first mate rouses the sleeping Captain, for the sea is already glinting specks of gold — the \"stateship\" has begun another day's voyage.\\n\\nThe scouting ship arrives at the center of the plaza. It fires its anchor arrow towards a massive underwater structure that was once a shopping mall. The anchor firmly lodges itself on a window frame — before the diving bell comes, countless startled schools of fish surge forth from the shopping mall's shelves.\\n\\nAfter midday, the scholars leave from the diving bell. They swim past the bookstore, not stopping even for a second — after all, the ink would have long been blurred beyond recognition. Their goal has always been those mediums of shellac or plastic, from which information of past days can be easily obtained after easy cleanup. Deepsea archaeology like this is always arduous. The cleaners stand their ground and watch the vicinity alertly, steel halberds swinging, ensuring that toothy predators are kept at bay. The humans will occasionally collide with deepwater aqua sprites, but both parties are too engrossed in their respective scavenging to pay each other any heed. Instead of shriveled cans, the cleaners are more invested in finding seeds, spices, or liquor.\\n\\nThe intensive underwater investigation is nearing its end as the oxygen reserves decline. Looking back underwater, the giant mackerels have already reached the city. The anxious aqua sprites immediately hold their breath, hug the wall, or hide in secret chambers. They have grown used to utilizing the underwater steel forest.\\n\\nThe drizzle lets up as the sun starts to sink, and the various stateships sound their horns to scatter the plundering seabirds around them. They place the day's harvest on the deck for the stateship's citizens to take what they need. Currents surge at night as the light tower shines crystalline bright. The Luvians dance around the flaming mast, forgetting the tomorrow that will inevitably come, recounting the glories of today with sea shanties, and sighing softly to the halcyon past with medleys. The Captain takes out his compass, gazing toward the direction it points — he knows in that direction lies their home that is growing ever more unfamiliar, where there are still people longing for the return of their kin.\\n\\nAt midnight, the colossal ship extinguishes all its lights, silently adrift upon the sea. Have they truly found peace? Or are their smiles masking the tears that have long dissolved into the sea?\\n\\nAfter tonight, this deep blue will remain unchanged, as it always has."
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        "Name": "Lushaka's Twinlanes",
        "Desc": "On the boundless horizon, even the faintest mark can shatter this silence. The navigational lanes bear the history of the crew while the aqua sprites pursue hope along the water currents.",
        "Story": "To the aqua sprites, the world above the water was originally unfamiliar and perilous, but that is now no more than a distant memory. After all, things that were once above the water have long been submerged in this deep blue.\\n\\nThe land-dwellers of Lushaka have an intimate yet unfamiliar relationship with the aqua sprites. In deepsea investigations, the land-dwellers view encounters with the aqua sprites as lucky omens, describing the spirits as beautiful and mysterious creatures. Aqua sprites possess navy blue wing membranes and onyx eyes, as well as unique vocal cords capable of producing ethereal sounds. According to stories passed down by mouth among the deepsea investigators, these creatures often accompany sea dragons and reside in a silvery city deep underwater — they exist between reality and legend, embodying serenity and liveliness.\\n\\nHowever, the language used to describe them in the ocean-drowned past was — Edars, monsters of the deep sea.\\n\\nLong ago, the Edars and the land-dwellers fiercely vied for survival. No one could ignore the vivid red the oceans were dyed into. Initially, juvenile Edars were regarded as mere fishing catches. Then, the land-dwellers were lured into the ocean to drown by the songs of the Edars. Both races were hunters and prey for the other in the vast waters. Then came clashes between blades and anchors, as well as battles between sea beasts and cannons. The relentless war, both above and below the water's surface, persisted until the reefs shattered under scorching magma. It was only after a long time that stateship scholars understood that the Cancer of All Worlds has long promised Lushaka's future — only that the promises came from an aqua sprite who lost her home, who cursed the culprit in the nightmare with a silent scream.\\n\\nThe long-forgotten past lies entombed within the steel and concrete coral reefs of the deep sea, as ephemeral as smoke and clouds, known to none.\\n\\nSince then, cities and lands have been swallowed by the sea, disputes and blood have been consumed by the ocean, and history and civilization engulfed by the waves. To escape rising deep-water pressure, the aqua sprites constantly migrate upward, compelled to dwell in cities once home to land-dwellers, prying into memories filled with smiles and tears... They know that few sounds remain on the surface, and the azure now belongs to them alone. Yet, the silence is too overwhelming.\\n\\nWhen the stateship's songsters glimpse azurean silken wings along their nautical course, they will start to sing that beautiful medley...\\n\\n\"They journey along the course, in pursuit of the light tower and storm, seeking only to reclaim that pure blue.\""
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  "318": {
    "Name": "The Wondrous BananAmusement Park",
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      "33185": {
        "Name": "BananAmusement Park's BananAxis Plaza",
        "Desc": "Encapsulated in the plane is a scientific organization's laboratory. Due to memetic corruption, true and false information has been completely mixed together, becoming impossible to separate. As such, this place has been cognitively reshaped into \"BananAmusement Park.\"",
        "Story": "<i>\"Who lives in a paradise deep in the woods?\"</i>\\n<i>\"Bananabud Longpants!\"</i>\\n<i>\"Long, yellow, energetic, and cute!\"</i>\\n<i>\"Bananabud Longpants!\"</i>\\n\\n\"Thud. Thud.\" The noise reverberates twice and a half. Bananas wake from a deep slumber as they prepare to leave the banana tree and begin a new day in their banana lives! Some bananas wake invigorated, baking durians into pies, and frolic merrily in the woods. Some bananas are more solemn, rubbing coconuts on themselves to add some fragrance. The monkey looks upon this lively scene with satisfaction, unable to resist happily calling out to the bananas —\\n\\n<i>\"Are you ready, bananas?\"</i>\\n<i>\"Aye, Principal Monkey!\"</i>\\n<i>\"I can't hear you!\"</i>\\n<i>\"AYE! PRINCIPAL MONKEY!\"</i>\\n\\n\"Thud. Thud. Thud.\" The sound reverberates three times and a half. It's time for the daily \"Peel Club.\" The bananas begin to grow anxious. Some shout, some weep in silence, and some of them feel dead inside... The monkey asks the healthy bananas one by one. The topic on the large banana leaf never changes: \"Do you remember a time beyond the banana?\"\\n\\nThis simple question always results in bitter answers. The bananas do not know from where their sadness comes. It's just as natural as how the pulp of a banana turns black from oxidization when exposed to pressure from the outside world.\\n\\n<i>\"If exploring the world is your dream,\"</i>\\n<i>\"Then tap the banana tree, and let Principal Monkey show the way.\"</i>\\n\\n\"Thud. Thud. Thud...\" The noise reverberates 7 times and a half. The \"Motivanana Game\" is about to begin. In this hidden forest paradise, every banana is promised that should they try hard enough, they will never remain a banana forever. Every banana holds a dream within them, striving to become a glorious monkey... As the forest recedes to two sides, Principal Monkey emerges from the middle, offering tender and modest gestures of bowing to the bananas. The bananas return the gesture — Principal Monkey has brought a brand-new game and wishes to \"exchange\" it for new stories.\\n\\n\"Thud. Thud. Thud...\" The noise reverberated <unbreak>11</unbreak> times and a half. The bananas are carried by the monkey back up the tree. As they rock and sway, they return to utopia. The green sun flickers and the sound of gurgle rumbling echoes throughout paradise."
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        "Name": "BananAmusement Park's Memetic Cables",
        "Desc": "Optical cables that can be seen everywhere within the lab. They are used to collect experimental information to reach secretive goals that must not see the light of day. For the \"Bananas,\" the way to perceive the world lurks within.",
        "Story": "The ruins of the Ba<unbreak>-77</unbreak> research institute lay at Convergence-ψ, hidden underground beneath a jungle world. This place was once destroyed by extremist Rangers, and the remaining cables still flicker with unclear signals.\\n\\n\"That cursed research institute is as hard to find as a single leaf in a forest.\" Beneath layers of tree bark, the bones of plants form the shape of an entrance. After passing through a long tree hollow, the Rangers finally find their target.\\n\\nThis research institute is closer to an \"art gallery\" than a \"laboratory.\" Cables run interwoven in the air above, leaking strange and colorful lights per the designer's intentions. The viewers all press their hands to their heads and feel a daze come over them. Then, grotesque illusions spread before their eyes — a pure-yellow liminal space, gradually row of fading human portraits, shapes of monsters hidden behind curtains...\\n\\nThe Rangers are familiar with these methods. If they linger in this installation, they will begin speaking nonsense and find their limbs compelled to flail... With a crisp sound from impact against the stock of a gun, the young Ranger uses pain and dizziness to emerge from the cognitive labyrinth.\\n\\nTheir vision now revitalized, the Rangers continue to proceed to the depths. The Ba<unbreak>-77</unbreak> research institute is filled with collapsed statues, destroyed murals, super-saturated colorful decorations... And yet, the shattered containers littering the ground make this place seem like a prison instead. The Rangers discover a report in the lowest depths, then imagine the countless \"cognitive experiments\" that were conducted in this place before the building fell... In an instant, everyone turns around, compelled by their subconsciousness, and is surprised to find themselves in a woodland paradise. The leaves wave to them ceaselessly, inquiring whether they recall the wonder of being upon the trees.\\n\\n\"Aren't I a banana? By the way, what are we doing here?\" The young Ranger tries to get back to the tree to stop himself from \"banaxiety.\"\\n\\nBut the blind Ranger senses the problem. Before everything reaches the point of no return, he forcibly drags the youth away from that place.\\n\\n\"Banana... Those monkeys need to go banana themselves!\""
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  "319": {
    "Name": "Bone Collection's Serene Demesne",
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        "Name": "Aidonia's Deceased Gravestones",
        "Desc": "Encapsulated in the Planar Sphere is Aidonia of Amphoreus. Believers of {RUBY_B#Death Titan}Thanatos{RUBY_E#} have raised colossal monuments on the snow plains, offering tribute to the Holy Maiden who brings them the blessing of death.",
        "Story": "Aidonia — the snow-dusted kingdom of death — once stood tall amidst the blizzards, and now remains silent beneath them.\\n\\nAlmost all humankind enjoyed the pleasures of eternal life in the spring-filled lands in the endless Era Chrysea, yet a few souls grew weary of the countless cycles of day and night and decided to seek the end of life. \"Why does life exist? And where should it go?\" Eleusis, the leader of the Ascetics, advanced north with his followers as he muttered this eternal question, seeking a sweet and frozen long dream. The robed ascetics settled in the desolate northern wasteland, building a solemn city-state where snow fell relentlessly all year round — A place later known as \"Aidonia.\"\\n\\nHow the Era Chrysea ended had long been lost to the annals of history, but the \"First of the Dead\" in Amphoreus was said to have come from Aidonia. That person received the gift of death from {RUBY_B#Death Titan}Thanatos{RUBY_E#} — both a merciful blessing and the highest of honors.\\n\\nThe people of Aidonia were long accustomed to the harsh and lethal cold. The snow itself, long steeped in the silent faith of {RUBY_B#Death Titan}Thanatos{RUBY_E#}, also greedily absorbed the warmth of life as it soon touched the earth. Long ago, travelers entering Aidonia's demesne would often find anonymous frozen bodies lying dead by the roadside, unfortunates who had returned to the embrace of the {RUBY_B#Death Titan}Hand of Shadow{RUBY_E#}. The north wind howled, and the dead became markers on the road, guiding and warning those who journeyed through the snow. Travelers always hurried through Aidonia while the breath of life remained within them.\\n\\nIn time, the Aidonians came upon gravestones of mourning standing tall in the barren land, realizing that someone was offering their blessings to the cycle of death and the passing of life.\\n\\nBeneath the gravestone slumbers an unknown girl. A zone of death surrounds her like a shadowy shroud, and even the Skeletarasses that inhaled the breath of death withered away around her form. The Aidonians sensed the merciful touch of {RUBY_B#Death Titan}Thanatos{RUBY_E#} on her and welcomed her back to the city as their Holy Maiden. The faithful followers of the Death Titan, in reverence, emulated her, erecting towering gravestones in the wastelands to mark the end of long journeys and life's return to death — For life and death are both journeys, and this land only maintains boundary stones that recorded the paths taken.\\n\\nThe gravestones were warning distant travelers that no one stayed there and no one rested there... The dead, too, are travelers. They are the north wind, the falling snow, and the countless threads that connect them."
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        "Name": "Aidonia's Deathward Bone Chains",
        "Desc": "Animal bones, arrowheads, and caltrops bind the world of the Aidonians with that of the dead. The ascetics of the wastelands only hoped that their souls, unyielding, could pass through the frozen depths, and would not become lost from poverty or weakness on the way to seeing their god.",
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        "Name": "Grove of Epiphany's Pondering Colossus",
        "Desc": "Encapsulated in the Planar Sphere is Amphoreus' Grove of Epiphany, where the divine corpus of the Bough of Rift, {RUBY_B#Reason Titan}Cerces{RUBY_E#}, ponders. \"The First Scholar\" led others to establish gardens and courtyards within the woods and shared knowledge, and the Grove was born.",
        "Story": "Thalesus, the First Scholar, embarked on his journey around Amphoreus from his coastal home city, Mileutus, at his age of majority, seeking spiritual meaning within the Mnestia faith.\\n\\nAlong the way, his strange experiences and new visions reshaped his thoughts on nature and the origin of the world. At the journey's end, he met the Bough of Rift and completed his philosophical methods to experience the world before the great tree. Under the giant tree, Thalesus established a courtyard and named it the Grove of Epiphany, a place for people to awaken their spirits, seek wisdom, and grasp the way.\\n\\nThe thoughts of {RUBY_B#Reason Titan}Cerces{RUBY_E#} became so enhanced that they became written scrolls or quietly turned into the whispering flora of the grove... The noise of the Grove was born from there. From these debates and intellectual exchanges, new schools of thought emerged.\\n\\nAlthough differentiated from one another, the schools were interwoven — much like the overlaying branches of the giant tree... Through centuries of argument and scholarly heritage, the First Scholar's insights have evolved into the Seven Sages and seven primary schools of thought, as well as many different viewpoints.\\n\\n\"All knowledge of the world should become the leaves of the Grove, to shield the sun and help the giant tree flourish.\" Every city-state seeking wisdom from the Grove must offer equal knowledge in return. Thus, countless ideas are nourished, and countless new leaves sprout.\\n\\nFor centuries, should any scrolls containing knowledge be found on trade caravans passing through the Grove's narrow passage or ships arriving at the port, they would become a part of the Grove's library regardless of the scroll's nationality or language. The scholars, or rather, \"bandits,\" transformed the Grove into Amphoreus' best school by ways of spending incomprehensible amounts of wealth on knowledge, hiring copywriters to steal knowledge, or even outright robbery of knowledge. The scholars of the Grove used questions as sacrificial vassals and thoughts as reverence, and bowed their heads at the supreme reason in this world.\\n\\nBeginning with the planting of life, returning to the spirit of the wood, the Dewy Heartwood collects all knowledge that flows to it from the world. {RUBY_B#Reason Titan}Cerces{RUBY_E#} listened to the growing noise of the Grove, and never spoke."
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        "Name": "Grove of Epiphany's Interwoven Veins",
        "Desc": "The golden threads and vines weave a network in the Grove, becoming a lifeline through which schools share their findings. Information enters from the roots, unraveled and deconstructed through the leaves' veins, until it becomes a drop of dew merging into the Library of Philia's pool.",
        "Story": "Each thought of the Grove of Epiphany is like a branch on the giant tree. The veins form hundreds of viewpoints, expanding like an intricate web of young boughs. Though independent, they intertwine, ultimately forming the thriving canopy of the great tree.\\n\\nOne branch pointed its leaf stalk toward itself, twisting in intricate coils. The Ascetics of Lotophagism were captivated by the very patterns of the tree's leaves and flowers, believing that all life and even the cosmos were visible, tangible realities. Their practice was not merely asceticism for its own sake, but a method of harmonizing all things — seeing asceticism not as the denial of self, but as a direct path to understanding it.\\n\\nAnother branch bore heavy fruit, filling the boughs. Scholars of Caprism specialized in the study, breeding, and preservation of animals. The many forms of the chimeras, both pitiful and beautiful, were their small but meaningful experiment to understanding the vast diversity of life.\\n\\nOne branch twisted into a perfect proportion, precise and elegant. The scholars of Nodism asserted that \"all things are numbers,\" believing everything could be mapped mathematically. As one of the earliest schools to form in the Grove, they imposed strict standards, proclaiming \"No scholar who is ignorant of geometry may enter\" and regarded mathematics as the very means by which {RUBY_B#Reason Titan}Cerces{RUBY_E#} governs the world.\\n\\nAnother branch grew thick and resilient, sturdy and enduring. Helkolithism required the scholars to prove their discipline by swinging a sling before admission, casting stones beyond a specific range. This was a test to demonstrate their commitment to \"perfectionism\" in thought, physical rigor, and competitive spirit.\\n\\nOne branch alternated between drooping and standing tall, transmitting an exquisite beauty to the senses. The Erythrokeramists view art and sensibility as the core of logical thinking, believing that the rawest and most refined knowledge comes from direct sensory experience, leading to a more enlightened and profound understanding of the world.\\n\\nHigh above, in the lush treetop, one branch devoted and worshipful stood closest to the heart of the giant tree. This branch was the most suited for ritual. The Venerationists excelled in the understanding of Titan ceremonies and the deployment of divine miracles, earning the nickname \"The Cradle of Amphoreus' Politicians.\" They not only governed the Grove's sacred rites but also influenced the very fabric of Amphoreus' politics. However, there was a new and sharp young shoot, rising in opposition...\\n\\nThe Nousporist inherited the First Scholar's teachings on the soul, and specialized in the transformation and ascension of life and matter. It was the youngest school, yet with the most cutting-edge arguments, focused on tracing the origins of all life and material existence.\\n\\nThe Seven Sages of the Seven Schools each presided over their respective fields of study, with no hierarchy among them. The towering giant tree of reason, the symbolic head of the Seven Sages, spread knowledge and reason like branches, scattering them across the world amid endless debates and intellectual discourse."
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    "Name": "Arcadia of Woven Dreams",
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        "Name": "Membrance Maze's Serene Treehouse",
        "Desc": "Encapsulated in the Planar Sphere is the Membrance Maze of Aedes Elysiae. Brush aside the golden wheat, and down, down, down you tumble into a deep tree hollow. Huh? There are so many little fairies! \"One two three four five six seven?\" Wrong! It's \"Do re mi fa sol la si!\"",
        "Story": "\"Hehe, children, the Membrance Maze's harvest season is upon us once again. So... what must we prepare?\" The chief stroked his white beard with a jolly smile.\\n\"The Brew Festival!\" The fairies cheered in unison.\\n\\nAt the beginning, the Membrance Maze was but a barren land. A small boy and girl from Aedes Elysiae brought seeds from the outside world and taught the fairies to plant them. When the seeds bloomed into flowers, the fairies followed their lead, collecting nectar along the grape trellises, where golden fuzzy-legged bees buzzed about. Then came the fruits, ripe and plump — the season of harvest. The fairies would gather to sing celebratory songs and hold feasts lasting deep into the night. And after the night? They'd bottle up that year's nectar, bury it deep in the earth, and wait for it to ferment into a potion that'd heal both winter's cold and the aches of growing up.\\n\\nThat's how every Brew Festival goes.\\nBut this year, the chief asked as he tugged his white beard, \"Has anyone seen Relimem?\"\\n\\nThe fairies searched high and low — until they found Relimem fast asleep at the treehouse door. A bubble puffed from the corner of its mouth, clearly immersed in an exceptionally wonderful dream. The curious Milimem crept closer and heard it murmuring in its sleep — \"Snowy, Reney... you promised to return. Together, we'll drink the Quillorb Fruit Brew we buried last year!\"\\n\\nIn the dream, Relimem had turned into a giant — so humongous, it completely blocked the tree hole to Membrance Maze. The two tiny children couldn't find a way in. Snowy and Reney tried tickling Relimem's ears with bulrush, bouncing on its belly, calling its name over and over. But Relimem slept on, far too deeply to hear them.\\n\"Oh no... what if Snowy and Reney never came back because I blocked the way?\"\\nRelimem's heart began to pound in its dream.\\n\\n\"A... Achoo!\"\\nWith a loud sneeze, Relimem woke up. Phew! Good thing it hadn't turned into a giant treehole-blocking Relimem after all. But... there were fairies gathered all around.\\n\"Snowy and Reney... did they come?\"\\nThe fairies shook their heads. No one could remember how many Brew Festivals it had been since the last time they showed up.\\nRelimem drooped again. Maybe it should've stayed in that dream just a little longer.\\nLittle Relimem didn't quite know how to describe this emotion. But if it had to try — it felt just like the last day of summer, when you let those flickering fireflies in the glass jar flutter away."
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        "Name": "Membrance Maze's Wishing Whistle",
        "Desc": "A flute whistle, shaped from clay. It symbolizes the promise between the little fairies and the two children. Whenever the boy and girl blew into it — \"Mem?\" — the tree hole leading to the maze would open, and the fairies would welcome them back with joy.",
        "Story": "\"Don't forget our promise! Whenever you blow your Wishing Whistle, no matter how far away you are, we'll hear you.\"\\n\\nThat was the first time the small boy and girl from Aedes Elysiae had stumbled into the Membrance Maze and met the fairies. They'd been playing hide-and-seek in the yard with their friends when they accidentally fell into a tree hole hidden in the tall weeds. It was deep — so, so deep — like a bottomless slide. But instead of crashing in a daze at the bottom, they tumbled right into a crowd of fairies...\\n\"One two three four five six seven! So many puppies — wait, no, rabbits?\"\\n\"No no no! We're do re mi fa sol la ti! I'm Dolimem, that's Solimem, and that one's Relimem!\"\\n\\nTheir friendship with the fairies was like a thousand shooting stars — sudden, sparkling, and unforgettable. They spent a day full of laughter together. But soon, it was time to go. If they didn't head back, Mom and Dad would start to worry.\\n\"Will we get to see each other again?\" the boy asked, a little sad.\\nFarewell... See you again... The fairies didn't quite understand those words. In the Membrance Maze, no one ever left, so there was no need to say goodbye. But judging from the look on the children's faces, they realized it must be something upsetting. The purple Relimem thought for a moment. \"Wait, Snowy, Reney! I have something for you!\"\\n\\nThe boy and girl held Relimem's gift in their palms. It was a tiny whistle shaped like a fairy's ear, handmade by Relimem itself. It had seven holes, and when blown, each note rang clear and sweet — Do, Re, Mi, Fa, Sol, La, Ti. Relimem said earnestly, \"If you ever want to come back and play in the Membrance Maze again, just blow this whistle. No matter if we're sleeping, singing, or building leaf houses... we'll hear you. And we'll open the tree hole to the maze for you.\"\\n\\n\"A mystery flute that wakes up fairies!\" the girl giggled. \"Pinky promise — we'll come back again.\"\\nFrom then on, Relimem's happiest moments were when the whistle sounded. It would always shout with joy — \"I hear it! I hear it with both ears!\"\\n\\nAs time passed, Snowy and Reney, who had left Aedes Elysiae behind, remembered everything about their childhood: The rusted tin toys, the armless toy soldiers in the barn, the crocheted felt flowers, the rains that never came, the dried-up blood, the wheat fields burned down to brittle husks...\\nBut they forgot the little whistle buried in the dirt... And a promise they could no longer keep."
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    "Name": "Revelry by the Sea",
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        "Name": "Warbling Shores' Blazing Beacon",
        "Desc": "Encapsulated in the Planar Sphere is Styxia, the city drowned in eternal revelry. A lighthouse remains endlessly lit upon the shore, playing ceaseless melodies. Ships, lured by merry tunes, sail through the mists only to run aground and sink, their shattered wreckage devoured by the tide.",
        "Story": "The sea wave is an endless rondo. Weary of pleasure-seeking harbors, the sailors unfurled their charts and chose their journey's end. Their compass stilled, its trembling needle pointing toward Styxia, the city of everlasting joy along the coast — their fated tomb of bliss. They took no heed. Unaware of death, they raised their sails in drunken glee and stepped eagerly into Phagousa's ballroom.\\n\\nFollowing the rhythm of tides and the moon, the sailors sang as they harpooned the spines of whales, as they rammed their prows into ancient glaciers, as they sailed, ever laughing... until they were lost in the mist, until the lighthouse loomed close — until at last, they crashed upon the reef.\\n\\nThe wrecked ships sank beneath the waves. From the sea wave, the undying rose again. The sailor climbed ashore, seaweed and salt crusting his body. The revelers of the lighthouse had waited long. They bowed, inviting him to join the eternal celebration. Following the music, they crossed the long causeway and stepped onto the white lighthouse between the reefs. Fueled by whale oil, the flame of Styxia's beacon danced cold and blue, encased in lenses carved from crystals. The tower itself stood as a massive water lyre. With every step upward, guests could see seawater siphoning through glass pipes embedded in the masonry, pulsing with the rhythm of the sea. On the terrace, the revelers danced hand in hand, circling the light as music filled the air. Their shadows stretched long across the distant sea. And there — at the edge of the horizon — the sailor saw it: the city of eternal joy he had dreamed of.\\n\\nThat was an age before decay, when pain, sorrow, and death were still unborn. Styxia basked in Phagousa's favor, embraced by a crescent bay like a cradle, lulled by lullabies tender as sleep.\\n\\nThe sailor's lips trembled with anxiety. Before him, the revelers opened their arms — welcoming him as kin, to share in boundless ecstasy. Yet, behind him stretched the endless gray sea. Wreckage littered the reefs, drowned souls drifting in the waves, sea anemones and coral creeping across their skin. He remembered the moment he fell — how the undercurrents dragged him into the dark and hopeless deep. The sea siren's cold hand had caressed his cheek. Through her blurred, gentle singing, he awoke and was pushed back toward the shimmering surface.\\n\\nYet that one moment of hesitation — just one glance back — was enough. The gates to bliss shut. Smiling, the revelers turned the sailor away from entering Styxia — for a soul still shaking off the remnants of trance could never withstand true rapture."
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        "Desc": "The people of Styxia firmly believe that the sea sirens, just as the legends say, guard their paradise with flesh and blood. And that one day, drawn by the lighthouse's endless cantillation, they will arrive at last, rewarded with an eternal feast.",
        "Story": "Like those who came before him, the lonely sailor lingers between sea and city, poised on the threshold between the mortal world and revelry. He wipes the oil seeping from the wound of a stranded whale. At nightfall, he lights the beacon. Then, seated before the light, he begins to play melodies yet unplayed on the water lyre.\\n\\nThe lighthouse hums with each note, and all of Styxia is swept into song. The melodies, sometimes gentle, sometimes fevered, stir boundless fantasies of delight in the Styxia Queen's heart. When the sailor begins to play in reverse from the final semibreve rest, the tune becomes whimsical and sprightly. Then, white longboats carry tumblers and jesters and glide through the canals. Men and women in splendid attire line the shores, their faces covered in masks decorated with gold leaf and feathers. The Queen slips among them, drifting through the scent of lilac and almonds.\\n\\nThen, the sailor sharpens the rhythm, the notes ringing wild and triumphant. A city-wide play unfolds with Styxia as the stage. Townsfolk dressed as pirates wave black flags, storming the walls that were never defended. They plunder wine and gold, hang nobles upon flower-strewn gallows, and crown every beggar in the city. At the finale, the tower is set ablaze, and the crowd dances madly to the lyre's music, drunk beyond reason.\\n\\nThe crashing tide dampens the sheet music, blurring notes that are soothing and slow. In the mist before the lighthouse, the Queen steps into a new script. Dressed in a sea-blue fishtail dress, she plays the attendant of Phagousa — the Queen of the sea sirens.\\n\\nIn this tale, the sirens are tasked to guard an anguish beyond mortal imagination in the ocean's deepest. Using their flesh and blood, they guide the pitch-dark calamity into the Chalice of Plenty, exchanging for Styxia's eternal joy. When the appointed time comes, the sirens will finally follow the lighthouse's light and the lyre's song, and walk along the causeway to enter Styxia. The people of the city will take their hands, and together, they shall join the never-ending celebration.\\n\\nThe Queen of Styxia wades into the water, embracing an imagined demise. On a night when the tides break free from the moon's restraints, the hollow tears of the sea sirens rise like foam deep beneath the waves. They hope. They wait. They gaze upon moonlight they've never known — then their flesh dissolves. A pity that there is no moonlight tonight. Only the lighthouse flickers, as always — The tears ascend instead of the sea sirens, surfacing onto the glimmering sea surface, like floating foam that dissolves into the waves.\\n\\nThe lonely sailor is granted his wish. The revelers, eyes glistening with blissful tears, welcome him into Styxia. By the time the first note of the song rings out, the withered wings of death have already covered this city of everlasting joy."
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