Ai Kefei, a name that couldn’t be more ordinary, but she carried an extremely extraordinary destiny. There were no flowers or sunshine in her world, only cold gears and broken jade, as if every piece of ice jade was telling a scarred story. The weapon in her hand was called “Fragrance Player”, which seemed gorgeous, but was actually a knife sharpened in the cold wind. She had to constantly break through herself, from level 0 to 90, along the way, she crushed countless broken jades, meshed countless mechanical gears, like an iron man, accumulating strength bit by bit. The road to growth was long, so long that it made people despair. Every piece of Shivada jade silver, every piece of Shivada jade fragment, was like a fragment condensed from blood and tears, stinging and warming her palm. She collected these cold materials one by one, as if mending her own life, so that the broken time could continue.
Those gears sometimes sound like the echo of hell,
The mechanical rotation sound is so loud that it almost breaks my heart.
But Ai Kefei knows that
Only these sounds can awaken the dormant power,
Let her stand up straight in the face of cruel fate,
Not be defeated.
Her exclusive weapon, forged from scratch,
Pure sacred dew mixed with polluted water drops,
As if telling her:
The purity and filth of life can never be separated.
Only by accepting can we go further.
A drop of polluted water, a spoonful of polluted water, a newborn turbid water phantom,
Each name makes people feel heavy,
But Ai Kefei still grits her teeth and persists.
She has to go to the Selo Sea Plain to collect blue crystal snails,
The deep blue conch is like a secret hidden in the deep sea,
She knows there is power and hope there,
But there are also endless dangers.
She walks forward step by step with fatigue and determination,
Even if her feet are covered with thorns,
Even if there is endless darkness ahead.
The teachings, guidance, and philosophy of the talent book “Justice” are not only the ladder of growth, but also her belief in survival. Every time she brushes the book, every time she repeats, she seems to be walking on a road with no end, almost breathless, but still unwilling to stop. There is also the weekly boss “Lord of the Source Flame of Destruction”, which is like a nightmare in her life, fierce and ruthless, devouring her hope. But she knows that only by defeating it can she get the key to move forward. She fell again and again, and got up again and again, with scars all over her body, but she became stronger. The story of Ai Kefei is a difficult struggle. Between the cold gears and the broken jade, she carried her own destiny. No one helped her, no one pitied her, only herself, step by step towards the distance. This is the cruelty and reality of life, there are no shortcuts, no fairy tales, only endless efforts and persistence. She used her own flesh and blood to defend the faint light in her heart. Maybe she will be broken, maybe she will be wiped out, but she once lived and fought, and that is enough. In this cold world, Ai Kefei’s name will be forever engraved between those broken jades and gears, becoming a symbol of never giving up.