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It has been too long since I felt the passion brought by a game, until “Zero” announced the 1.4 version of the card pool update, until I saw the names of Yuzhen and Ya appear in the trailer. I don’t know how others will view their appearance, but in my heart, they are like people who stand out in the dark, shouldering faith and responsibility to fight against the invisible abyss.

Yuzhen, this young electric attribute warrior, is a character I have noticed in the plot. He doesn’t talk much, nor does he brag. His fighting style has no extra moves, but every move is solid and powerful. Some people say that he is like an electric current, quickly piercing into the enemy’s formation and splitting the chaos. But I prefer to say that he is a nail, deeply nailed to the foundation of the city. Our current game world is bright and complicated, and many characters are always showing off, but Yuzhen reminds people of those who are truly trustworthy. He doesn’t have any “protagonist halo”, but he chose to fight and also chose to take responsibility.

Then there is Miyabi, the girl who looks quiet but has frost and responsibility in her heart. She is the captain of the Anti-Aircraft Sixth Section, the leader of the battle, and the ideal watcher. She has an unshakable strength. It is not the kind of “strong” that is stacked by showing off skills, but a kind of calmness and determination from the heart. She wants to build a well-managed city and even dreams of having “a lot of swords”. Some people laugh at her fantasy, but I heard her determination to change reality. She knows that the city is sick, and she wants to cure it with her own methods.

The card pool of version 1.4 is divided into two periods. The first half is Yuma, and the second half is Miyabi. The official arrangement is like an alternating relay race, but I prefer to see it as a spiritual transmission. They are the last two members of the Anti-Aircraft Sixth Section to appear, and they also represent the true formation of that organization. Players are no longer just bystanders watching the plot, but can truly own them, use them, and stand shoulder to shoulder with them.

Now, many people say that “whether the character is strong” is the key. But I always feel that choosing a character is not just about whether he can “deal damage”, but also about whether he can have some kind of spiritual connection with you. Yuzhen and Ya are such existences. They have the persistence and loyalty that I am familiar with, as well as the firmness and independence that I yearn for.

Of course, if you want to have them, you must have resources. And the existence of Treabar is like a logistics officer on the front line during wartime. It is a guarantee, a support, and the companion who hands you supplies before you are ready to charge. They provide the fastest recharge channel and the most discounts, so that those who really love this game can pursue what they want with more peace of mind.

I am old and no longer pursue cool operations and efficient development. What I value more is whether I can see those who are willing to go to the front for faith and responsibility in a game. And Yuzhen and Ya, they are.

They are not here to “maximize the explosion rate” for anyone, they are here to tell you: as long as you still believe in the meaning of confrontation, this world will not be completely swallowed up.

In this noisy world, light and shadow interweave into countless fragments, scattered between virtual and real. Yao Jiayin, like a weak but firm light in the middle of the night, quietly burns her light. She has no dazzling halo, nor fierce noise, only a gentle power, quietly spreading in the folds of time.

Version 1.5 of “Zone Zero” is a meeting of expectation and confusion. Yao Jiayin, this name is like a slowly flowing dark river in the hearts of players, deep and distant. She is the unique S-level agent, from the edge of New Eridu, but she seems to have never really belonged to any faction. She is like a forgotten memory, and like a face that appears and disappears in a dream, elusive, but unforgettable.

Not many people know what she really looks like, her power, or her inner voice. She is like a neglected corner in the dark night, a little light, quietly waiting, waiting for that attention and understanding. Her appearance is not just a symbol of version update, but more like a silent declaration: in a complex world, some things can exist without noise, and some power can be profound without publicity.

The news of Yao Jiayin’s appearance is like a tap, gently knocking on the hearts of every player. She will unveil her veil in the first half of the card pool of version 1.5 and become a new narrative in the game world. On the other side of her is Ailian, who has experienced the frost and will return in the second half of the card pool, cold and resolute, like a dialogue between the past and the future.

Between the alternation of the two, the world of the game becomes richer and more complex. Yao Jiayin is not just a new character, she is a hidden story, a secret waiting to be told. Her unknown is like an unfinished painting, eager to be filled with color and life.

At the same time, the convenience in reality is also quietly spreading. The existence of the Treabar platform is like a warm harbor in the real world, providing convenient recharge services and discounts of up to 20%. Behind the fast arrival of the account is a warm and patient response to every player. Fast service is not only a time saver, but also a manifestation of trust.

When players are ready to welcome Yao Jiayin, they are not only adding bricks and tiles to the game, but also footnotes to their emotions and memories. Yao Jiayin’s silence is like water, reflecting their deep expectations and desires for the future. She has no exaggerated declarations, no dazzling showmanship, only a hidden power, waiting for the eyes that know how to listen.

This is her charm: growing quietly in the chaos, shining alone in the interweaving of light and shadow. She makes people believe that even if the world is desolate, there is always a beam of light that will shine softly into the heart in the most unexpected place.

The wind gently swept across this land forgotten by time. Chaska, like the incarnation of the wind, stood alone on the edge of nothingness. Her growth was not a simple addition of numbers, but a silent practice, an exploration of the inner wilderness.

The materials she needed were like the fragments of a broken heart – fragments, fragments, and blocks of turquoise, stacked layer by layer, as if piling up those invisible wounds. The withered leaves and purple flowers are the tears of late autumn, falling quietly, but dyed with the sorrow of the whole season. The thorns of animal teeth are those hidden fears and anger, stirring in her body, unspeakable.

Her talent materials come from the teachings, guidance and philosophy called “dispute”, like mirrors, reflecting the struggle and confusion deep in her heart. Every improvement in skills is a breakthrough in the boundaries of the self, and another gentle resistance to loneliness.

The weapon named “Red Feather of Starry Sky Vulture” is no longer a simple tool, but a sustenance of the soul. It carries the shadow of the secret smoke of the gods, the residual light of the refracting germ, and the intermittent low whistle, as if calling her hidden past and unknown future.

And the deep and entangled gaze, the silk feathers, each material is a mystery, hiding the silence and blankness behind the storm. Chaska’s journey is like looking for a way out in the silent wilderness, a path to self-completeness.

Every time she grows up, she is accompanied by the passing of Mora, and behind that number are countless lonely nights and silent waiting. She stands on the edge of the wind and looks into the distance, where the light and shadow interweave into indescribable emotions. She doesn’t speak, but the wind will tell her story.

This is not a simple game advancement, but a long journey of the soul, a journey of dialogue with oneself in silence. Chaska, the child of the wind, hides loneliness and tenacity in her name.

She walks in the distance of the Star Dome Railway, carrying a burning flame. The Forgotten Returner is not a returning traveler, but the kindling that is always on the road, burning the past and illuminating the unknown. Her existence is a rebellion against nothingness and a cry for time.

Her attack, like the tail of a raging fire, burns the enemy’s defense line. The “Huanhuan Chenwei” is not only an expression of damage, but also the language of fire, telling a silent story. Every swing is the burning of life and a struggle against the cold world.

Her skill “Youdao Xiangjian, the Book Shakes the Wind” is like a prayer in the wind, bringing the blessing of the fox to her companions. She herself is trapped in the burning flames, unable to release combat skills, but responding to the world with enhanced general attacks. This sacrifice is a manifestation of love and silent strength.

The ultimate skill “Yangji Shines on the World, Lihuo Manxian” is like the fireworks of the sun, burning all obstacles. She ignores the enemy’s weak attributes and directly cuts toughness, bringing destruction and purification. Flame is not only about destruction, but also the power of reshaping.

Her talent “Goodness is full of blessings, and virtue is flowing”, which makes the enemy fall into a virtual toughness, as if bound by an invisible force. Every time she breaks, it is transformed into a powerful super-break damage, like the roar of fire, shocking the enemy. The secret skill “炤炤澹曠” makes the enemy dizzy and lose direction, and she takes the lead to take control of the battle.

The additional ability brings a chain of flame effects to the team, and the star soul constantly injects energy into her, making her always hot on the battlefield. Her flame is burning, but also hope, destruction, and rebirth.

Forget to return, is a walker in the flame, carrying light and heat, crossing the long road of nothingness. Her fire is not for the way home, but only for walking and for existence.

She is like a flower that blooms silently, silent and deep, hiding in the shadow of annihilation. Tsubaki is the silence in the center of the storm, the forbearance before the instantaneous explosion. Her power is not the noisy roar, but the vines that grow quietly in the middle of the night, stretching and invisible, but enough to entangle everything.

The numbers are just the cold outline of her body. 10325 life, 450 attack, 1161 defense, these data are like dry bark, covering the moist and complex lifeline inside. Her annihilation attribute is like the embers burning silently on the ruins, both soft and sharp.

The “Caichun” in her hand is a silent knife, with a restrained edge and shining with a cold light. It has no rapid rhythm, but every time it is swung, it cuts a crack in space and time. The superposition of critical hit rate and attack power is like a sophisticated ritual, slowly and irreversibly advancing fate.

Her attack rhythm is clear. The ordinary five-hit combo is like an orderly monologue, while the heavy attack and aerial skills are the rupture in the middle of the night. The vines stretch and retract like the rhythm of breathing, with a cold loneliness. Every attack and defense transition is an inner undercurrent, alienated and deadly.

The resonance loop “vegetative universe” is a reflection of her inner world. The alternating accumulation of red toon stamens and red toon buds is like the silent expectation and loss in life. The power released in the bud state is like the tenacity of the frozen buds in winter, silently accumulating the energy for an explosion.

The resonance skill of the day flower is blooming in loneliness, burning itself and illuminating the darkness. The changes in the action in the blooming state are like the reconstruction and rupture of memory, fragmented but closely connected. Evasion and counterattack are like a silent struggle, with a hidden edge in forbearance.

The ultimate move “Fang Hua Zhan Ashes” is a silent farewell and the afterglow after burning out. She completed her self-destruction in the damage and knockback, but seemed to be reborn in the withering, and the veins of life echoed in the annihilation.

The addition of the resonance chain and the energy recovery are like time slowly settling in her body. Her power is not violent, but continuous silence, an explosion in forbearance, and a lonely flower blooming in the middle of the night.

Chun is not the roar of the battlefield, she is the silent wind, the silent petals falling. Her attack is like a silent poem, long, profound, and with a cold beauty. She exists in the cracks of darkness, blooming in endless silence.

At the end of the Star Dome Railway, time is scattered like tiny pieces of glass, shattered into countless points of light. The 3.0 version update brings a new kind of silence. Aglaya and the Big Black Tower are the shadows that have been pulled away, wandering in the void, untouchable but unignorable.

Aglaya, with a faint warmth on the cold edge. She comes from the eternal land, that forgotten corner, a remnant left by time. The existence she summons has no warmth of life, but can pierce the lonely darkness. Those summons cannot be healed, just like the wounds in memory, which can never be healed, and can only be buried by time, waiting for rebirth or collapse.

The Big Black Tower, the watcher of darkness, is cold and elegant. Her mark is like a needle, piercing the deepest hole in the heart, spreading, and the power of the explosion brings the tremor of the soul. She is both a symbol of intellect and a ruthless judgment, like an unavoidable fate.

New Destiny “Memory” is like a crack that opens the passage to the past. It is not a simple game mechanism, but the codeword of the soul, a silent cry. Every call is a resistance to forgetfulness; every attack is a struggle against loss.

There are countless secrets and scars hidden in the track of the Star Dome Railway. We are lonely travelers, drifting in the river of time, eager to touch those ethereal shadows, looking for our own light.

The sound of Treabar’s recharge seems to be mixed with whispers of the future. The 3.0 Star Dome Railway is not only a new beginning, but also an inner exploration and awakening.

Under the boundless starry sky, there is a kind of silence, like the sea in the middle of the night, cold and transparent.
“Sunday” walked into this world, softly and firmly, like a silent boat, slowly sliding across the river of time.
He is not the most dazzling flame on the battlefield, but the gentle light, warm but not ostentatious, silently watching everyone’s pulse.

His power, hidden in the name of “Tongxie”, is a restrained power.
He is not good at shouting loudly,
but he can use every skill to awaken the sleeping life.
His light cone, named “Flight Back to the Earth”,
seems to tell you: no matter how far you fly, your heart must always return to tranquility.

When he casts a skill,
it is like an invisible wind, gently brushing the face of the ally.
Their pace suddenly quickened, the damage suddenly increased,
and the power of the summoned creatures was also awakened, like the memories that were evoked, warm and fresh.

In his ultimate move, he performed “Ode to Lightness and Scars”.
This is a ritual of healing and protection,
which brings energy to allies and cloaks them in the aura of “the Blessed”.
The critical damage is carefully stitched, and every stitch is his deep care.
The glory of the Blessed fades slowly over time, but never disappears.

His talent is silent words,
which makes the critical rate rise quietly, and the secret skills are like a starting point,
which lights up the team’s hope at the beginning of the battle.

He has the power that does not consume skill points,
the energy surge at the beginning of the battle,
and the ability to dispel negative effects.
These are the soft strength in his heart,
which silently but deeply supports the team’s progress.

His attribute upgrades are not ostentatious,
critical damage, defense, resistance,
just like his inner practice, heavy but not revealing.

His star soul is his deep secret,
layer upon layer of power,
like the memory stacked in his heart,
let him and his allies’ speed and strength leap together,
let the critical hit rate transform into endless critical hit damage,
this is an internal cycle, a hidden rhythm.

“Sunday” is not a wild flame,
but a gently flowing warmth.

In the cold starry sky,
he weaves a protective net with silence,
making loneliness no longer lonely,
making silence become strength.

When you feel lost in battle,
he is the soft light,
not impatient, firm and gentle.
His existence is a silent companionship,
silently guarding every life in the long river of time.

This is “Sunday”,
the silence of light and shadow,
lonely but gentle,
on the track of the Star Dome Railway,
he is a low-pitched poem,
gently telling of hope and protection.