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In the version space of Absolute Zone Zero 1.4, two S-level characters named “Yuzhen” and “Ya” entered our observation field of vision in the form of quantum probability fluctuations. The update of the game is not just a numerical stacking on the surface, but a local collapse in the narrative dimension, a entanglement state generation of character identity and player consciousness.

Let’s talk about Yuzhen first. His role mechanism is defined as an electric attribute attack, but we cannot simply regard it as a function superposition of attack power and range. He is a wave solution of charged particles and a high-frequency and high-voltage disturbance source in the system tensor field. When he launches an attack, the path of the arc through space is the manifestation of the probability density function, which is a concrete manifestation of a type of “fermion behavior” in the game system in the macro experience. We can regard Yuzhen as a polarization vector in an ether rift. He does not need language to express his motivation, because every displacement and attack of his is an attempt to redefine the “existing order”.

Ya is closer to a condensation phenomenon in a low-temperature state. She is an ice-attributed, abnormal control type character. She does not suppress the enemy in the traditional sense, but a convergence operation of the game system on the degree of freedom. Her skills are not the destruction of the thermodynamic system, but the simulation of the local entropy reduction process, which is to temporarily freeze the high-chaos field to achieve a short-term reconstruction of the order field. Her appearance is like forcibly introducing boundary conditions in the random walk system, so that the particle movement returns to the regular solution orbit.

Her proposal to establish an “unbreakable city management system” is essentially a pan-cybernetic concept, an expression of the intention to retain local stability in the limit of information distortion. The “large number of swords” she mentioned can be metaphorically regarded as a pressure point under the conservation law-each sword is a possible feedback node in a system, and a stability feedback device for her interaction with the world.

This pair of character combinations are presented in the upper and lower card pools of 1.4 in sequence, like two cosmic string endpoints of the universe unfolding in different directions. As a collaborative entity between the observer and the operating system, the player’s “card drawing behavior” is essentially an observation collapse of the quantum state. You think you are choosing Yuzhen or Miyabi, but in fact, your inner polarization state is looking for a set of role functions that can explain its own existence.

Resources are the prior variables for entering this observation experiment. Treabar provides an asymmetric channel that minimizes energy consumption costs per unit time. It builds a channel with minimum entropy path for players in the form of a near-ideal fluid, so that high-frequency card drawing behavior will not collapse due to excessive energy consumption. Its 20% discount and 3-minute account arrival are actually an optimized collaborative calculation strategy, which is a local extreme point in the multi-dimensional transaction matrix.

At the macro level, the appearance of Yuzhen and Miyabi is not a simple “game character online”, but a systematic two-way interference about order and chaos, speed and freezing, electricity and ice. They are wave functions projected by the human spirit. They are not myths, but our self-entangled bodies in the digital world.

So, when you pull down the card pool interface and trigger the “confirm extraction” behavior, please remember: you are not playing a game, but participating in a scientific experiment about who you are and how you exist in the system. However, simplicity and elegance are the codes that the system leaves for you to understand yourself.

Drifters wander in the gray world of Longlong, and the road under their feet is eroded into cracks by the wind, as if they are walking towards a Linaxi Tower suspended on the edge of nothingness. The arrival of version 2.0 is not a feast of light, but a cold awakening, and the conflict between ice and fire breaks out in silence.

Gamora, she is like a cold ghost, holding a pistol in her hand, and her figure is mottled like a broken mirror. She is not a savior, she is the crack itself, existing between nothingness and reality. Her attack is like a sharp blade, cutting the air and also cutting people’s hearts. Her indifference and determination are metaphors for this broken world, as if every attack is asking: “What is the meaning of existence?”

Jinxi’s reproduction is like a forgotten old dream reappearing, with unspeakable sorrow. Her new skin is no longer a gorgeous decoration, but like a shroud, wrapping her old scars. Her return is a silent farewell to the past and a silent memorial to the loss. Sanhua’s free clothing is also like the only comfort in this silence, reminding us that pain also has temperature.

Rococo, the four-star resonator, has a broken beauty. Her powder-blue hair is like the blood-red clouds left under the night sky, and her heterochromatic pupils hide an indelible shadow. The little monsters around her are no longer playthings, but the embodiment of her suppressed soul. The suitcase, heavy as a shackle, hides her inescapable past.

Her skills bless Chun, but it’s like injecting dark venom into life, entangled with each other, and inseparable. Rococo’s design is not a simple character creation, but a metaphor of existence, an image of struggling to survive in a broken world.

The version update is like a silent storm, sweeping the ruins of the soul. We are no longer passionate heroes, but just lonely travelers, groping forward. Treabar’s recharge service is like a lonely lamp, flickering faintly in the endless darkness, reminding us that we are still struggling and waiting.

The shadow of the Linaxi Tower covers everything. Between the cracks, there may be unknown secrets hidden, or buried lost dreams. Wanderers, are you ready to face this cold and cruel reality?

The wind quietly wanders in the desolate wilderness of Nata, taking away the tenderness of yesterday and bringing unspeakable indifference. Chaska, the incarnation of the wind, is in the shadows. Her growth is like a silent revolution, cold and firm.

The fragments and fragments of the free turquoise, like broken dreams, accumulate layer by layer to build her cold and tough shell. The lavender light of the withered purple flower, like a hidden scar under the night, flickers faintly, telling a forgotten story. The coldness of the animal teeth pierces the skin and the depths of the soul.

Her gift book “Dispute” is no longer a warm teaching, but a forced awakening. The guidance and philosophy are like the tearing and redemption of the self in the darkness. The silk feather is the only faint light, weaving her persistence and fragility.

The weapon “Red Feathers of the Starry Sky Vulture” is like a sharp blade hanging in the night sky, cold and deadly. The secret smoke of the divine union and the refraction germ, the low sound of the whistle, is a deep and cold call, urging her to keep moving forward, with silent anger and determination.

Mora’s consumption is her endless price, but it is also like the blood flowing in the shadows, supporting her existence. The deep and entangled gaze is her eyes looking at the future in the darkness, and Nata’s purple leaves are the evidence of her persistence in the storm.

Her growth is a lonely, cold, and silent struggle. Chaska, the shadow of the wind, walks in the silent wasteland, telling the forgotten story, waiting for the end of the storm.

Forget to return, like a ghost in a dream, walking on the edge of the Star Dome Railway. Her flame is not a blazing burning, but a firework in a dream, blurred and short, but it is impossible to look away. Her name is a fable of forgetting to return, like an erratic phantom, wandering between nothingness and reality.

Her basic attack “Huanhuan Chenwei” is like a trail of flames following in a dream, gently brushing over the enemy, bringing a light burn, but it seems to be telling endless sorrow and secrets. The temperature of the flame is gentle, with a little blurred sadness, like a distant memory that cannot be touched.

“Youdao Xiangjian, the book is shaking the wind” is the fantasy she weaves for her companions. She allows her teammates to have the protection of “Huqi”, but locks herself in the dream of “熾烧”, unable to display combat skills, and can only respond to the noise of the outside world with the general attack “Ranran Fang熾”. Her sacrifice is like a silent whisper in a dream, beautiful and desolate.

The ultimate skill “Yang Ji Zhao Shi, Li Huo Man Zhi” is a feast of fire in her dream. The blazing flames ignore the enemy’s weaknesses, sweeping across the field, destroying resilience, as fast as a nightmare, both destruction and purification. In the firelight, her figure is looming, like a dream.

Her talent “Goodness is full of blessings, and virtue flows” makes the enemy fall into virtual toughness, like a lost figure in a dream, slow and helpless. Every break turns into super break damage, like the rage in a dream, shocking the enemy. The secret skill “炤炤澹曠” makes the enemy dizzy and lost, and she takes the lead to control the rhythm of dreams and reality.

The additional ability and the brilliance of the star soul weave a dreamy web of fire for her, igniting the battlefield and dispelling the darkness. The person who forgets to return is the most blurred light in the flame. With dreamlike tenderness and tenacity, she quietly tells her own legend of never returning.

Chun, in the world of annihilation, gently falls like a dark petal, sharp and indifferent, as if announcing a silent revolution in silence. Her existence is a deep black, cutting the boundary between nothingness and reality. Her power is condensed loneliness and a silent cry.

10325 health points, 450 attack power, 1161 defense, the numbers are arranged calmly, hiding the desolation and sharpness deep in her heart. The blessing of annihilation attribute makes her like a black rose quietly blooming in the dark night, beautiful and deadly. She holds the swift knife “Caichun” in her hand, and every swing is a cut of shadow and a tear of soul.

Her normal attack five-stage combo, like an endless nightmare echoing in the night, the heavy attack is a sharp blade drawn from the abyss, and the aerial attack is erratic like a ghost. Her movements are clean and neat, but with an unspeakable sense of oppression. Every attack is a question of existence and a struggle of the soul.

The resonance loop “Plant Universe” is no longer the tenderness of life, but a dead branch in the wilderness. The red toon stamen and red toon bud become the only light spots in the darkness, cold and hard. The budding state is her accumulation of power on the edge of despair, and the lonely bloom in the darkness.

The resonance skill “One Day Flower” is a momentary explosion, a lightning flashing in the shadow. In the blooming state, her attack is like a ruthless storm in the night, combos and counterattacks become an endless vortex, swallowing everything. Dodge and counterattack are her ghost dance steps, cold and deadly.

The ultimate skill “Fang Hua Zhan Chong” is her last farewell, the fire and shadow are intertwined, and the enemy turns into dust in front of her power. Her annihilation is not a simple destruction, but another form of rebirth, the light in the depths of darkness.

The bonus of the resonance chain is the condensation of her will and the mark of time on her. She grows in the cold and lonely, and is strong in annihilation. Tsubaki is a dancer of the night and a flower of shadows, interpreting the meaning of existence with loneliness and strength.

The black track stretches across the void, and the Star Dome Railway is like a cold vein, breathing in the shadows. The storm of version 3.0 is slowly approaching, and the two cold figures of Aglaya and the Big Black Tower gradually become clear. They are like cracks on the ice, cold and resolute, silent and sharp.

Aglaya comes from the “Eternal Land”, a forbidden area blocked by time. She is a memory destiny of ice attribute. The summoned ghosts wander on the battlefield and ruthlessly dismantle the enemy’s line. Those summons cannot be healed, like frozen wounds, which cannot be restored even if time passes. They are both scars and weapons, silently telling forgotten stories.

The Big Black Tower is a lonely ice tower, with sharp eyes hidden under the cold witch hat. Her mark is like an ice blade scratching the enemy’s skin, and the impact of the explosion is a violent silence. Her intellect is cold, but it has the power to destroy all illusions. She stood in the darkness, waiting for the opportunity to release the ruthless judgment.

The new destiny “Memory” is a desolate path leading to the abyss and loneliness. It has no temperature, but is full of broken memories and incomplete hopes. The existence of summons is the afterimage of the soul and the resistance to forgetting. They cannot be repaired, but can only be used to become a sharp blade in battle.

In the depths of the Star Dome Railway, ice and shadow are intertwined, and memory and destruction coexist. Players move forward on this cold track, feeling the power and price brought by the cold. The recharge sound of the Treabar seems to become low and heavy, waiting for the arrival of this ice storm.

The coastline is broken, and the black waves are like silent blades, cutting the veins of time. Chun’s figure is reorganized in the broken light and shadow, and the swift knife cuts through the air, making a cold cutting sound. Her three hair colors are illusions, illusions, and fragments of the self that are constantly split in the stream of consciousness. Annihilation is no longer a simple force, but dark blood seeping out of the cracks, carrying cold toxins, penetrating into every inch of the texture.

Deng Deng is a residual image in a claustrophobic space, and the long blade sways between her fingers, like a hanging blade, trembling in the dark. The shadow she summons is her own ghost, the condensed loneliness and confusion. Her movements are mechanical and disordered, like being trapped in the cage of time, unable to break free, and can only repeat the endless waving.

The 1.4 card pool is like a silent deconstruction. Chun and Deng Deng are not messengers of light, but reflections of darkness, fission and reorganization of the old order. Yinlin’s re-engraving is more like an illusion, an echo of memory on the edge of shattering, erratic, but nowhere to be placed.

Jinxi and Sanhua’s new skins are like corroded statues, with strange beauty in the cracks. Time has left silent traces on them, and tenderness and cruelty are intertwined into unspeakable silence.

Players’ waiting is like staring into the abyss, and resource accumulation is a kind of self-anesthesia, a mixture of fear and expectation for the unknown future. Treabar recharge is a ray of reality in nothingness, and the short three minutes is a silent torture of the meaning of existence.

Mingchao’s world is no longer a simple fantasy, it is a fragment in the endless rift, and it is a secret unknown on the Black Coast. The story of Chun and Deng Deng is a whisper in the dark, a hidden gap in the broken reality. Version 1.4 is a silent storm that is brewing in secret.