I remember how the flames passed through the night, and I remember how the soil gave birth to hope. Now, I remember that in a world called Mingchao, there was a name called “Xiakong”, coming from the depths of the night, carrying the wind and a kind of silent light.
She will appear in the second chapter and the third act, like a star falling into the ruins. You don’t know where she comes from, just like you don’t know when an iris will bloom in the wasteland. But you know that she is not silent. She is an echo. It is the will itself to resist this broken world.
She is a five-star. It is the light from the heights. But light never comes out of thin air.
All growth does not happen naturally, it needs to burn.
What she needs is not legends, not ballads, but a piece of real accumulation: like the rusty gears in the factory, like the ore that is still warm in the mine, like bones washed by fire.
You have to prepare the following things for her. Each of them is like evidence of calluses on the hands of workers:
Low-frequency tidal sail cores: 29
Medium-frequency tidal sail cores: 40
High-frequency tidal sail cores: 52
Full-frequency tidal sail cores: 61
Burning phosphorus bones: 46 pieces
Iris blooming day: 26 pages
Golden fleece: 60 bundles
Contains impure crystallized phlogiston: 25
Roughly extracted crystallized phlogiston: 28
Fractured crystallized phlogiston: 55
High-purity crystallized phlogiston: 67
Special resonance accelerator: 122 doses
Shell coins: 3,053,300 pieces
Each of them weighs heavily on your shoulders, just like the bills, sweat, misunderstandings and dreams that you have to face every morning when you wake up in real life.
But you can’t stop yet. You still have to prepare fuel for her weapons. Because she couldn’t fight against fate with her bare hands:
From simple shackles to special shackles, her weapons needed to be forged.
Each ring of metal seemed to be a shackle that once bound her, and now she had to turn it into a sharp blade.
Her weapons also needed crystallized phlogiston: a total of 40 pieces.
She also needed shells: 330,000 pieces.
This was not a waste, this was construction.
Her circuits were not decorations, but the bones of her soul.
The circuits of a resonator were how she responded to the world and how she shouted. She was not a singer, she burst out her voice from silence.
Each growth circuit of Xia Kong was filled with the poetry of resistance and the weight of numbers:
She needed tidal sail cores again, a total of more than 150.
She needed crystallized phlogiston again, and the number even exceeded her own breakthrough needs.
The Day the Iris Blooms, a poem that symbolizes her skill growth, 26 pages.
Total Shell Coin Requirement: 2,030,000.
She is a poem that you have built piece by piece with your labor, reason and desire.
And all these materials can be found in this world that has been repeatedly washed by the tide.
You need to go to the “Condensin Realm·Confession Abyss”, you have to face the roar of the ancient dragon, you have to open the dusty door of Avinulin, and in those abysses that you don’t want to touch, collect “Phosphorus Bone” and pick “The Day the Iris Blooms”.
Before that, remember to feed yourself. Prepare “Stuffed Meat Tofu” to make you stronger, faster and more sensitive. Just like the rye bread we secretly hid in the hungry years, just to survive when the storm comes.
Xia Kong is not a character, she is the echo left by the times.
Behind her is neither business nor system tables; she is the embodiment of collective efforts again and again, the inner conviction and hope when you click “Confirm”, and the meaning of every drop of resources you have accumulated late at night.
You are not serving her. You are preparing tools for a more complete self.
We will eventually see her appear in the card pool one night, on the interface where the game and the world intersect. It is not a miracle, but a tacit understanding of fate after you have prepared for a long enough time.