Update - 1.11.0.113
EN: 1.11.0.113 CN: 1.11.0.114 JP: 1.11.0.118 KR: 1.11.0.118
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"CharacterArchiveContent.14001.1": "Basic Info",
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"CharacterArchiveContent.14001.2": "Name: Sparkla\nBirthday: July 26th\nAffiliation: Neo Grace Organization\nSkills: Inventing, Modding\nAddress: Private Workshop (Classified)\nExperience: Under a year\nWeapon: Rabbit Pie\nRates: Vary by commission",
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"CharacterArchiveContent.14002.1": "Reason for Becoming a Trekker",
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"CharacterArchiveContent.14002.2": "To field-test the Tyrant Pie. The Monolith makes for the ultimate proving ground.",
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"CharacterArchiveContent.14003.1": "CV Excerpt 1",
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"CharacterArchiveContent.14003.2": "Grace Imperium Wanted Poster\n\nWanted for immediate apprehension in connection with a major illegal Neo smuggling ring:\nName: Sparkla\nGender: ???\nAge: ???\nHeight: ???\nDescription: Female. Travels with a hat-wearing rabbit.\nCharges: Trafficking Neo equipment\nIncident Date: Joyous Day, Sonus Month, 996\nLocation: Port Goldfinch\nWARNING: Suspect is highly dangerous and presumed armed with NGO weaponry. Do not approach or attempt capture.\nBounty:\n5,000,000 Dorra for intel leading directly to an Imperial Guard arrest.\n10,000,000 Dorra for the direct capture and delivery of the suspect.\n\nImperial Guard",
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"CharacterArchiveContent.14004.1": "CV Excerpt 2",
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"CharacterArchiveContent.14004.2": "Tech Exchange Group Chat\n\nLeona: Where is she where is she where is she?!\nBloc: Right here, right here!\nLeona: Not you!\nBloc: Wow, guess I don't matter then?\nLeona: I don't want you!!!\nLeona: Where's Sparkla?! Sparkla!\nBloc: Did she block you again?\nLeona: Duh.\nLeona: Why else would we even make this group?\nLeona: It's literally just to track her down whenever she blocks us.\nLeona: So where is she?!\nBloc: You know she doesn't read group chats.\nLeona: ... Then what is the point of this chat?\nBloc: So the two blacklisted can comfort each other.\nLeona: Wait, you got blocked too?\nBloc: Ding ding ding! Give the genius a prize!\nLeona: Quit the snark!!!!",
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"CharacterArchiveContent.14005.1": "CV Excerpt 3",
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"CharacterArchiveContent.14005.2": "Rabbit Pie Maintenance Log\n\nStructural Integrity: Bolts tight, no cracked welds. Optimal condition.\nLubrication: Running smoothly. Zero jamming.\nPending Add-on: Text recognition module.\nPending Upgrade: Artillery bombardment mode.",
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"CharacterArchiveContent.14006.1": "CV Excerpt 4",
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"CharacterArchiveContent.14006.2": "Metal Monster Witness Report\n\nIt happened near the Behemoth Mountains. Maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me, because there ain't no way a metal beast like that actually exists...\nIt dropped straight out of the sky and spat a person right out!\nAnd the person was just as weird.\nShe was sitting in a chair with wheels, and had these hat-wearing rabbits following her around.\nThe rabbits were doing laundry and hanging up blankets like they actually understood human speech...\nI didn't linger for long. That whole bunch was just plain freaky...",
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"CharacterArchiveContent.14007.1": "CV Excerpt 5",
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"CharacterArchiveContent.14007.2": "Invention Catalog\n\nMetal Prosthetic: Custom build. At the client's strict insistence, the umbrella, flower-watering, and extending features were completely scrapped.\nGauntlets: Custom weaponry. The client demanded an exterior design that screamed explosive, sharp aggression.\nAlarm Clock: Built for a student. Agreed with the client that failing to hit snooze in time triggers a self-destruct sequence. (Explosives supplied by Leona.)\n...",
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"CharacterArchiveContent.14008.1": "Peer Comments",
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"CharacterArchiveContent.14008.2": "Sparkla? A total genius, just like me! But if I absolutely had to rank us ... then in mechanical R&D, she might just barely, slightly edge me out. Just a tiny bit, okay?!\n—Leona\n\nNext time we meet, I definitely need to ask Sparkla about hooking Loxy up with some amphibious upgrades! Oh, and I watched that Stella Drama she recommended—the one where cars turn into people... You think Loxy could pull that off someday? Hehe.\n—Noya",
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"CharacterArchiveContent.14009.1": "TA Feedback",
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"CharacterArchiveContent.14009.2": "Basically accurate.<sprite name=\"acrchives_certified_richtext\">\n\nThe only issue is a dead contact number. Please update this to an active line as soon as possible.\n—Willow",
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"CharacterArchiveContent.14010.1": "Appendix",
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"CharacterArchiveContent.14010.2": "Library Checkout Card\n\nTitle: The ■■■ Fairy Tales\nAuthor: Anonymous\nCall Number: I536.8\nDate Borrowed: Sep 3, Year ■■■\nDue Date: Sep 17, Year ■■■\nBorrower: S\nDate Returned: Sep 9, Year ■■■\nNotes: /",
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"CharacterArchiveContent.14011.1": "The Bubble Princess",
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"CharacterArchiveContent.14011.2": "\"Far out in the ocean, the water is as blue as the prettiest cornflowers and as clear as the purest glass. But it is terribly deep...\"\n\"... The Ocean King had six beautiful daughters. The youngest princess loved hearing stories about the human world above more than anything else...\"\n\nHer mother's soft voice was slowly lulling little Sparkla to sleep. Still, the girl fought to keep her eyes open, slurring her words as she pressed on. \"Mommy, is the youngest princess pretty? And ... why does she like the human world so much?\"\n\"Of course she is. The book says her skin was soft as a rose petal, and her eyes as clear as the deep blue sea.\"\n\"As for why she liked the human world? Probably because it's so, so far away from her home. It's only natural for her to be curious.\"\n\"Just like you, my sweetheart. Aren't you always wondering if giant whales live up in the sky? Hehe.\"\n\"Then... Then I hope the youngest princess gets a chance ... to visit the land someday... Zzz... Zzz...\"\nBefore her mother could whisper goodnight, little Sparkla had already drifted off into a deep slumber.\n\n\"Waaah... Why did the little mermaid trade her voice just to become human? And... And her feet hurt so badly...\"\nThe next day, Sparkla pestered her mother to finish the story, only to be struck by a devastating plot twist.\nAlthough the little mermaid was finally a part of the human world, she paid a terrible price for it.\n\"Oh my, why are we crying?\" Her mother rushed to comfort her, but nothing could stop the tears rolling down the little girl's cheeks.\nSparkla sniffled. \"No, we can't let the little mermaid suffer like that. What if she didn't have to walk? Or ... what if she could live on land feeling completely free? Mommy, I want to build a little moving chair for her! Oh, wait! What about a giant moving fish tank...?\" Muttering ideas to herself, she haphazardly scrubbed the tears from her face and sprinted eagerly back into the house.\n\"Hey now... Go wash your face first...\" Her mother held back a chuckle, not the least bit upset. She simply slipped a bookmark onto the page. Seeing her daughter bounce back to her energetic self was all that mattered.",
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"CharacterArchiveContent.14012.1": "Alicia's Underground Adventure",
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"CharacterArchiveContent.14012.2": "While organizing her bookshelf, Sparkla noticed a bookmark lying on the floor.\nIt featured a drawing of an unfamiliar ocean, with a bright splash of color breaking the surface that looked exactly like a fish's tail.\nA memory struck Sparkla—this was the bookmark her mother had made for her when she was little. She remembered wanting to build a moving chair for the little mermaid back then, never imagining she'd eventually be the one using it. Of course, basic mobility wasn't enough for her; she had tricked it out with plenty of upgrades. As if on cue, two mechanical arms extended from the back of her wheelchair, nimbly plucking a book from the very top shelf.\n\n\"Let's go with this one today. The stall owner said it's from a fresh batch of fairy tales recently unearthed from the Monolith.\"\n\"Let's see here... Alicia's Underground Adventure?\"\n\"Alicia was sitting by the riverbank when she suddenly spotted a white rabbit in a waistcoat scurrying past with a pocket watch. Stranger still, the rabbit was muttering to itself, 'Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!'\"\nSparkla eagerly flipped the page, only to be completely captivated by the illustration. Oh dear! Oh dear! This Mr. Rabbit, dressed to the nines in a suit and top hat with eyes sparkling like rubies, looked incredibly similar to the snow rabbit her father had built for her years ago!\nI have to invent something for him. Anything to help him escape his personal hell of perpetual tardiness!\n\nSo, in her dreams that night, Sparkla found herself with a suited rabbit of her very own, who whisked her away to the Six O'Clock Tech Exchange.\nIt was the exact convention she had always dreamed of—no loudmouthed Leona, no troublemaking Bloc. Just a lovely cat lady and an enthusiastic puppy plushie. In this peaceful haven, she could finally focus on modifying a scooter exclusively for Mr. Rabbit, seamlessly blending high-speed traversal with a built-in baking function.\nWhen she woke up, Sparkla spent a long while basking in the afterglow of her sweet dream. Staring at her empty bedside, a sudden stroke of genius hit her: the suited rabbit from the story would look perfectly at home right here in her room.\nFor the next month, Sparkla's workshop abruptly halted all incoming commissions. As for how to explain this sudden hiatus to her clients? Well, she'd just leave that headache to Bloc.",
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"CharacterArchiveContent.14013.1": "Weapon Anecdote: Rabbit Pie",
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"CharacterArchiveContent.14013.2": "Exactly a month after Sparkla stopped taking orders, Bloc and Leona showed up at her workshop.\n\"What is your deal?! You take a whole month off, and all your orders are now my responsibility?! I've been doing the work of two and haven't slept in four days... My brain is squeezed dry of inspiration!\"\nThe moment they walked in, Leona drifted toward Sparkla's room like a zombie. \"I'm gonna crash for five... Aah! What the heck is that?!\"\nBloc peeked in from behind her. \"Oh? Is this what you've been working on all month? What do you call it?\"\n\"Watch your pronouns. It's a 'she.' She is my butler, Rabbit Pie.\" Sparkla hauled Leona out of the room and lovingly adjusted Rabbit Pie's hat. Leona's terrified flailing had knocked it completely askew, as it dangles at the robot's neck. \"I guess she's passably cute, but that name is a tad tacky,\" Leona remarked with a hint of disdain. Still, she couldn't resist running a curious hand over the mechanical rabbit. \"Wow, you hid this joint mechanism pretty well...\"\n\"Hands off. Did you just mock my naming? Rabbit Pie, put Leona on the blacklist. She is permanently banned from my room.\"\nRabbit Pie gave a slow, deliberate nod.\n\"Hey, hey, you tyrant!\" Following its master's orders, the mechanical rabbit gave Leona absolutely no room to argue, forcefully shoving her several meters down the hall.\nLeona sulked on the sidelines for a moment before her eyes suddenly narrowed. She just realized something crucial. \"Wait a minute... You didn't manually input any commands just now! No way... Does this thing already have voice recognition?! That's insane... Quick, walk me through your entire design process!\"\n\nSeeing that the other two had completely forgotten she even existed and scurried straight to the invention room, Bloc simply made herself at home. She expertly retrieved a bag of tea she had left in the cabinet last time and began brewing herself a pot.\n\"My, my, I can already picture a blissful future where I fall asleep on a giant pile of Dorra... Ohohoho...\"",
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"CharacterArchiveContent.14101.1": "Basic Info",
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"CharacterArchiveContent.14101.2": "Name: Chixia\nBirthday: April 10th\nAffiliation: Yunji Studio\nSkills: Talisman drawing, fire spitting\nPrimary Residence: I spend four months a year in Cangwu City\nTrekker Experience: 2 years\nPreferred Weapon: The Art of Fire\nRate: Protective talismans are 20,000 Dorra each",
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"CharacterArchiveContent.14102.1": "Reason for Becoming a Trekker",
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"CharacterArchiveContent.15912.1": "Xuan Shi Arts & Medical Science",
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"CharacterArchiveContent.15912.2": "Touring the Yunji Retreat, Coronis spotted Chixia just outside the training grounds. The girl was sprawled on the floor, writing something.\n\"Catching up on homework?\"\nCoronis stepped closer, but the question died on her lips. Chixia was surrounded by a chaotic sea of paper, every sheet covered in wild, sweeping glyphs. Definitely not homework.\n\"It's a new talisman design! This genius idea just came to me...\" Chixia looked up, sporting an ink smudge on her cheek. \"Oh, hey! Perfect timing. Wanna see how a spell is created?\"\nCoronis raised an eyebrow. \"Is this standard procedure for developing Xuan Shi arts?\"\n\"Sort of? My Master said something about... Uh, I forget the exact words. But the point is: if I tweak existing talisman and arrays, I might accidentally invent a new move!\"\n\"Sounds like pharmacology. You take an established formula, introduce a new variable, and hope for a breakthrough compound?\"\nChixia nodded furiously. \"Exactly! You get it!\"\n\"Then by all means. Show me this new move.\"\n\"You got it. Just one last stroke here... O Heaven and Earth, Thunder and Fire, heed my command!\"\nChixia slapped the talisman between her palms. Silence followed.\n\"Huh? Weird. I definitely did the hand seal right...\"\nShe tried again. Instantly, the clear blue sky betrayed her. A miniature storm cloud manifested directly overhead, dumping a deluge of rain exclusively on Chixia within a tight one-meter circle.\nSafe in the dry zone just a step away, Coronis studied the phenomenon with genuine surprise. \"... Potent.\"\n\"Gah! No! It's a bust!\"\nCoronis chuckled at the dripping wet figure before her. \"It seems you've synthesized an anomaly instead. Just like medical research, indeed.\"",
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"CharacterArchiveContent.15913.1": "Weapon Anecdote: Healer's Heart",
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"CharacterArchiveContent.15913.2": "What should you do with a potion surplus?\nStaring at the cauldron bubbling before her, Coronis faced a new logistical headache: where to store her \"spoils.\"\n\nIt all began with a foraging trip.\nThe forest was a treasure trove of ingredients. Armed with <i>The Grand Compendium of Herbs</i>, Coronis harvested from dawn till dusk, returning to the inn with a basket bursting with herbs.\nThe inn wasn't a clinic, and she lacked her usual equipment—hardly a trouble for Coronis. After a quick word with Shimiao, she raided a local store for kitchenware and rigged up a makeshift extraction system.\nThe plan was routine: process the herbs, and extract the compounds. Unfortunately, she severely miscalculated the yield. By the time she realized her mistake, that single basket of raw herbs had refined into a cauldron brimming with solution.\nCoronis stared at the cauldron.\nShe was technically on vacation, and the few travel vials she had packed were laughably insufficient for this volume.\nShe needed a vessel.\nSomething that could double as storage and a tool for immediate application...\nHer eyes wandered to the desk, landing on a syringe.\nA syringe?\nA thought struck her. If the syringe were simply bigger, it could hold the entire batch for easy access. It was logical. Efficient. The next morning, she asked Jinglin for a referral and tracked down an elderly artisan.\nAmused by her bizarre request, the artisan sketched a blueprint on the spot. \"Come back in three days,\" he told her.\n\nThree days later, Coronis returned with a gift of fruit. The moment the door swung open, it was impossible to miss: a massive syringe dominating the parlor.\n\"A fascinating commission,\" the old man said. \"Take it. It's yours.\"\n\"Payment? I have no use for money. To craft something this unique at my age is reward enough.\"\n\"It needs a name, though. Call it an old man's habit, but a creation feels incomplete without one. I leave that honor to you. So what is it?\"\nCoronis studied the artisan. His white hair framed a face glowing with pride, his eyes reflecting a pure, singular devotion to his craft.\nIn his expression, she saw a mirror of her own younger self—back when she decided to devote her life to medicine.\nThe answer came instinctively.\n\"The Healer's Heart.\"",
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"CharacterArchiveContent.701.1": "The Greatest Adventurer's Guide in the World (Part Two)",
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"CharacterArchiveContent.701.2": "Coming Soon!"
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"CharacterArchiveContent.15913.2": "What should you do with a potion surplus?\nStaring at the cauldron bubbling before her, Coronis faced a new logistical headache: where to store her \"spoils.\"\n\nIt all began with a foraging trip.\nThe forest was a treasure trove of ingredients. Armed with <i>The Grand Compendium of Herbs</i>, Coronis harvested from dawn till dusk, returning to the inn with a basket bursting with herbs.\nThe inn wasn't a clinic, and she lacked her usual equipment—hardly a trouble for Coronis. After a quick word with Shimiao, she raided a local store for kitchenware and rigged up a makeshift extraction system.\nThe plan was routine: process the herbs, and extract the compounds. Unfortunately, she severely miscalculated the yield. By the time she realized her mistake, that single basket of raw herbs had refined into a cauldron brimming with solution.\nCoronis stared at the cauldron.\nShe was technically on vacation, and the few travel vials she had packed were laughably insufficient for this volume.\nShe needed a vessel.\nSomething that could double as storage and a tool for immediate application...\nHer eyes wandered to the desk, landing on a syringe.\nA syringe?\nA thought struck her. If the syringe were simply bigger, it could hold the entire batch for easy access. It was logical. Efficient. The next morning, she asked Jinglin for a referral and tracked down an elderly artisan.\nAmused by her bizarre request, the artisan sketched a blueprint on the spot. \"Come back in three days,\" he told her.\n\nThree days later, Coronis returned with a gift of fruit. The moment the door swung open, it was impossible to miss: a massive syringe dominating the parlor.\n\"A fascinating commission,\" the old man said. \"Take it. It's yours.\"\n\"Payment? I have no use for money. To craft something this unique at my age is reward enough.\"\n\"It needs a name, though. Call it an old man's habit, but a creation feels incomplete without one. I leave that honor to you. So what is it?\"\nCoronis studied the artisan. His white hair framed a face glowing with pride, his eyes reflecting a pure, singular devotion to his craft.\nIn his expression, she saw a mirror of her own younger self—back when she decided to devote her life to medicine.\nThe answer came instinctively.\n\"The Healer's Heart.\""
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