Wan Die, the shadow of an imaginary number,
slowly emerged at the end of the Star Dome Railway.
His flesh and blood were crushed by fear,
his chest was torn by courage,
his body carried the baptism of glory,
and each piece of material was a footnote of time.

The flame of the light cone is called “Blood Fire, Burning the Road Ahead”,
it is a sharp knife that cuts through the darkness,
and it is also an invisible signpost that guides lost souls.
Upgrades and breakthroughs, like cold numbers,
contain the secret pulse of life.

The harbinger of disputes is the signal of conflict,
quietly growing in silence.
Bu Li Canine Teeth, Wolf Poison Saw Fangs and Moon Mad Fangs,
like broken time, scattered in the wasteland of the journey.
The collection of materials is a question of the future,
a pursuit of one’s own existence.

Credit points accumulate like gravel,
forming a road to the unknown.
Treabar’s stored value is the dark side of reality and the edge of dreams.

The cultivation of all enemies is a silent poem written on the Star Dome Railway.
Those scattered fragments are the proof of his existence.