No one remembers where she came from.
No one knows where she is going.
She just stands on the edge of the storm,
lowering her head to sort out the materials with heavy names,
as if sorting out vague memories.
She is called “Forget Return”,
this is not a name, but a protest of aphasia.
—
**Ⅰ｜Growing in a Place Without Light: Her Breaking Ground**
You need to prepare many things for her. Not flowers, not applause, but the following:
* Yongshou Young Bud ×15
* Yongshou Tianhua ×15
* Yongshou Rongzhi ×15
* Overheated Steel Blade ×65
* Credit Points ×308,000
These are not game items, but words lost in the cracks of history.
At level nodes one after another, she lowered her head and swallowed the silence:
Level 20, 5 Young Buds, 4,000 Credit Points
Level 30, 10 Sprouts, 8,000 Credits.
Level 40, 6 Heavenly Flowers, 3 Steel Blades, 16,000…
Then 50, 60, 70, until 80.
At each level, she didn’t speak, just clenched the cold metal in her hands.
She didn’t fight for victory, but to remember who she was.
—
**Ⅱ｜Her actions are a monologue without applause**
Some people say she is weak.
Some people say she is just a cold function under system design.
But what you see is:
* The Regret of Infinite Fake Body ×12
* The Spirit of Blazing Passion ×18
* The Essence of Spark ×69
* The Devil of Burning Heaven ×139
* The Footprints of Destiny ×8
* Credits ×3,000,000
This is not data, but a poem she wrote with her own blood.
She spoke behind the ability panel:
“I have no name, only traces.”
Every skill, every action, is like walking through a forest without road signs at night.
She never asks you whether you understand her or not.
You light up every item, upgrade every node,
She just nods silently. Did you hear it? That slight “thank you”.
—
**Ⅲ｜She is not sharp, but she never gives in**
Attribute bonus and extra ability sound like system terms.
But the way she uses these to protect others is like
poets in the old times hiding their spears,
and shattering the dreams of the empire with the sound of rain.
* She wants the spirit of blazing passion and the devil of burning the sky
* She wants the buds of eternal life, the flowers of heaven and the branches of glory
* She wants the footprints of fate
* She wants you to collect these things for her silently, not for glory, but for a set of armor when she is ready to leave
You may think that these are too much, too heavy, and too complicated,
but she doesn’t speak. She only tells you: “I’m still standing.”
—
**Ⅳ｜”The Long Road Will Return” is a knife and an unsent letter**
Her exclusive light cone is called this name.
No syllable is redundant.
“The Long Road Will Return” requires:
* Fiery Spirit ×4
* Spark Essence ×12
* Burning Sky Demon ×15
* Eternal Life Bud ×20
* Eternal Life Heaven Flower ×20
* Eternal Life Glory Branch ×14
* Credit Points ×38,500
You can say this is an abstract equipment development,
but you can’t deny that behind those numbers,
there is a person who has been standing on the way back,
holding this blunt weapon in his hand,
like holding the name she never said.
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**Ⅴ｜I prepared these for her because I also forgot the way back**
She is a forgotten person.
She has no background and no dramatic appearance.
Her skill text is like a lost monologue, and you are the only one who still remembers her.
You start to count materials,
you start to log in, sweep, brush maps, and exchange resources every day,
not for the efficiency of the game,
but for a place outside of reality,
that can accommodate such a person –
a silent and firm, compassionate and stubborn character.
You prepare everything for her, just like many years ago
you prepared a future for yourself that has not yet started.
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**Ⅵ｜She won’t thank you, but you know she remembers**
When you finally get all the materials together,
when she stands in the front row of your team,
you want to say something. But she just stands quietly,
looking into the distance, without words,
and no tears.
This is not the end, this is the beginning.
She will eventually return, and you will eventually learn,
in this era flooded with information,
quietly prepare a way home for someone.