Her name is Ai Kefei. People in the game say that she is a four-star character, a bit like a child born in the wrong era in fate – not dazzling enough, not cold enough, but just right, and can be used when needed.
The first time she was drawn out was an inopportune late night, the lights were dim, the screen lit up for a moment, and she entered someone else’s world.
She had nothing, her level was 1, her skills were 0, and even her magic weapon called “Aroma Music Player” was just an imagination. She stood on the hillside outside Mondstadt, watching the moonlight hit the grass, a bit like her fate – it was beautiful, but no one lit it up specifically for her.
She knew that every step she would take next would go the way of “development”.
She was not afraid of development, she was afraid of failure.
She knew that if a four-star character wanted to live a decent life, she had to fight hard. You can’t wait for fate to give you a chance. You have to find materials, brush the book, gather Mora, and even beg people to take you through a difficult dungeon because you can’t beat it.
She didn’t even have a good weapon at the beginning.
Others have five-star weapons, but she only has a gray scrap copper. She chopped at the wild boar in the wind for thirty minutes before she got three pieces of cooked meat and a level one experience book. She said that this was the first “reward”.
She leveled up and did tasks at the same time, brushing every day like punching in to work. Some people laughed at her and said why you are so serious, you are not the main C character. She smiled and said I am not doing it for others, I just want to see how far I can go.
She always has insufficient resources.
Mora is always insufficient, books are insufficient, and materials are insufficient. She uses the commissions and daily tasks she does every day to save resources. Someone was overjoyed when he drew a new character, and she repeatedly brushed the beryl conch on the beach in the corner. 168, she counted and collected – not one less.
She said that was her ticket to becoming a character.
Her skill upgrades required “Justice Teachings”, “Justice Philosophy”, and “Justice Guidance”. She didn’t understand the meaning of these names, but she knew that she couldn’t miss any of these books. She did the weekly book every day, played the abyss, and memorized the map. She died under the mechanical core again and again, and she stood up again and again, picked up her remaining blood, and continued to play.
She didn’t blame fate for being unfair, she just gritted her teeth and said: “If you want to play, play to the end.”
Every level she developed was earned from blood. She reached level 90, using 7 million Mora, more than 50 experience books, and dozens of breakthrough materials. She remembered who led her to fight every dungeon, which monster was the most difficult, and the joy she felt when she saw her skill damage exceeded 10,000 for the first time.
But no one remembered her.
The big world was updated, other characters had new constellations and new skins, but she was still the same as before. She stood quietly in the corner, occasionally being pulled out to use, and then put back into the warehouse.
She never cried. Yu Hua said: “Crying is a waste of time.” She just kept silent.
She thought about giving up.
Once, she was offline while playing a secret realm. When she came back online, she stood at the door for five minutes without moving. Later, she clicked in. She said: “I have come this far, I can’t come here in vain.”
She finally reached the maximum level, three talents at level 10, and the weapon she drew was the “Fragrant Music Player”. She smiled lightly and said: “It’s like a person who finally got into college, but is no longer young.”
She is not a strong person, she is just a person who has been walking.
The world will not change anything because of her maximum level. She is still not in the main team, not at the top of the strength list, and will not be recommended to new players. She is just in that corner, silently flashing the light she has worked hard for.
She is not the most dazzling character.
But she is the most real one.
In her own way, in the cold formula of the system, she lived out her own sadness and stubbornness.
Developing a disease is like a chronic disease. Pain is a daily occurrence, and giving up is the onset of the disease.
She never gave up.
So she won, even though no one saw it.