In this virtual wasteland, Trigger is like a silent arrow, waiting to be awakened. She has no laughter, no noise, only cold steel will and silent waiting. Twenty-five basic electric shock chips are her seeds, buried in the desolate land, silent and deep.
Seventy-five advanced electric shock chips and two hundred and fifty specialized electric shock chips are like the tough ice in the long winter, sealing the secret energy of life. She is silent, like a rock waiting to break the ground, and her silence contains endless power.
The seal of breaking cognition is her amulet. Four primary breaking cognitions, thirty-two high-level breaking cognitions, and thirty breaker certification seals. These symbols are like inscriptions, engraved on the wall of her heart, recording countless tests and awakenings. Her existence is a heavy echo of the times and an interweaving of reason and emotion.
Nine Grips of the Bloody Wind, like a sharp blade clenched in the dark night, with a sharp cold light, cut through the endless darkness. Sixty High-Dimensional Data·Soul-Calling Cuts, like a light spot in the abyss, reflecting her inner entanglement and struggle. Five Hamster Cage Access Devices, like a narrow door, leading to hope and freedom in the outside world.
3.75 million Dingni, is the weight of her life, and the symbol given to her by the times. She uses it in exchange for growth, breakthroughs, and the balance between virtual and real.
Every step of the breakthrough is a continuous erosion of the boundaries of the self. Level 10, four primary-level breaking cognitions and 24,000 Dingni, is her initial struggle, the prelude to breaking the cocoon. Level 20, 12 high-level breaking cognitions and 56,000 Dingni, is the symbol of her beginning to understand herself. Level 30, 20 high-level breaking cognitions and 120,000 Dingni, is her perseverance and persistence. Level 40 and 50 are her final self-recognition, the answer precipitated in the depths of time.
Exclusive sound engine materials are her silent poems. Breaking components, enhanced breaking components, specialized breaking components, and two hundred sound engine energy modules, these scattered notes, constitute the movement deep in her heart, and are the pulse of her spirit.
Skill materials are like her life chain. Basic, advanced, specialized electric shock chips, as well as the grip of the wind, high-dimensional data, and hamster cage access devices, each of which carries her silent struggle and tenacity.
The process of acquisition is getting lost again and again. The actual combat simulation room is her battlefield and the confrontation between her and herself; the dead end butcher is her ghost in the dark and the fear she must face.
The existence of the trigger is a poem, a mystery, and an echo of the times. She has no noise, but she has power; she has no light, but she can illuminate the soul. She is a silent song, a star in the dark, and a persistence in loneliness.
Each of us is a trigger, a silent poet, writing our own chapters in the wasteland of life with tenacity and silence. She teaches us to find strength in silence and to watch for light in darkness.
This is the poem of Trigger, a silent song about tenacity, waiting, and hope.