In this bizarre virtual world, Trigger is a gentle and firm light. She does not have earth-shattering roars, but only the tenacity of a long stream and the unnoticed power deep in her heart. Her growth, like a bud blooming silently in spring, requires temperature, time and patience.
The basic electric shock chip is her starting point. Twenty-five small chips are like countless tiny cells, forming the initial veins of her life. They are simple but important, just like a person’s initial breathing and heartbeat. Then there are the advanced electric shock chips, seventy-five, like her inner accumulation, slowly precipitating strength and faith. To the specialized electric shock chips, two hundred and fifty, they are the wisdom and power condensed in her life, with hardness in softness and tenacity in fragility.
Those seals that break cognition – four for the beginner level, thirty-two for the advanced level, and thirty for the certification seals of the breaker, are the witnesses of the various tests that Trigger has experienced. They are not only props for the game, but also the marks of her breaking through herself and breaking free from the shackles. Every breakthrough is like a transformation, painful and beautiful.
Behind these nine cold names, Grip of the Bloody Wind, is her tenacity in the face of the world’s cruelty. It is a grip in the storm and a silent resistance to the darkness. Sixty pieces of high-dimensional data·life-demanding cuts are just like the power of continuous analysis, absorption, and evolution in her heart, quietly settling.
There are also five “hamster cage” access devices, like a tiny gap, revealing light and freedom. They give her hope, allowing her to escape from hardship and move towards a wider world.
In this world full of numbers, the number of Dingni, a currency, is as high as 3.75 million. It is the accumulation of material and the thickness of the spirit. Without this accumulation, Trigger cannot support its own growth; just as in real life, without accumulation and dedication, dreams can never be realized.
Every breakthrough of Trigger has its unique weight. At level 10, she only needed four primary break cognitions and 24,000 dini, like the first step of a child. At level 20, 12 high-level break cognitions and 56,000 dini were the immature temptations and the first sight of her edge. At level 30, 20 high-level break cognitions and 120,000 dini carried her maturity and persistence. The certification badges and dini at levels 40 and 50 meant that she had reached a higher level, which was a challenge and transcendence of herself.
The exclusive sound engine material of the trigger is like the rhythm and melody in the depths of her soul. The combination of the break component and its enhanced and specialized types, plus two hundred sound engine energy modules, is like the rhythm of her heartbeat, the pulse of life, and the catharsis of emotions.
The meticulous accumulation of skill materials is more like a ritual of her cultivation. 25 basic electric shock chips, 75 advanced chips, 250 specialized chips, 9 bloody wind grips, 60 high-dimensional data, and 5 hamster cage access devices. These data accumulated into the thickness of her heart, and accumulated into her courage and strength to face the wind and rain.
The process of obtaining these materials is not only a challenge in the game, but also more like a practice. The tempering of the actual combat simulation room, the severe test of the dead end butcher, every effort and dedication, is a sharpening of self-will.
The story of Trigger is about the tenacity of life and the greatness in the details. She teaches us to feel every step of growth with our hearts and cherish those seemingly ordinary but indispensable accumulations. She shows us that even in the virtual world, there are real pain and perseverance, soft fragility and hard persistence.
Each of us is a trigger, struggling and growing in the tide of life. She reminds us that strength is not always vigorous, sometimes it is just the accumulation of subtleties, and it is a bloom in silence.
Trigger is such a metaphor of life. She breeds strength in subtleties, accumulates hope in silence, and walks firmly towards her own light.