Chun came silently, but it seemed to come from the valley far below the snow line through the seasons. She was like the offspring of spring, and like the last poppy blooming in the wilderness. In the increasingly complex battlefield of Mingchao World, where machinery and spirituality intertwined, her existence was a primitive call and a gentle response to violence. She was the embodiment of annihilation, but she disdained rough destruction; each of her attacks was more like a growth initiated from the roots.
She had a unique root system: 10325 basic life, which was the nourishment given to her by the earth veins; 450 attacks, which were the first spring buds she spit out; 1161 defenses, which were the stems and thorns she built for herself. All of this unfolded quietly under the cover of the annihilation attribute, like a plant called “Chun”, quietly sprouting branches and leaves in the center of a battlefield that humans had not yet named.
Her weapon was called “Caichun”, which sounded almost cruel, but had an indescribable aesthetic. With an attack value of 588 and a critical hit rate of 24.3%, it is the result of the blade being polished by wind and snow. Each swing is not to destroy, but like thunder and lightning in the forest, tearing the air apart one by one. It is an attack, but also a blossoming, a deconstruction, and a reconstruction.
Her attack movements are the rhythm of natural flow: five consecutive attacks, like five fruits falling from branches, gradually smashing into the soil and turning into seeds; heavy attacks are like vines attacking, stretching from the ground to the enemy, and then winding back, swallowing and returning; aerial attacks are like birds flying over the treetops, light and sharp; and the blow to the ground is like the whole plant breaking away from gravity and smashing back into the roots and soil.
Her energy system is called “vegetative universe”, and these four words are like a poem – as if it is a simple description of the operation of heaven and earth by ancient tribes. The marks [Red Toon·Peculiar] and [Red Toon·Bud] are like the imprint of natural laws on her. In every battle, she extracts these stamens and buds from her body to construct a continuous and firm “budding” state: in this state, her attack is not a one-time burst, but a continuous flowering period, from the first petal blooming to the last petal withering.
“One-day flower” is not a fragile ornamental object, but a compressed bloom. It uses up its energy just for a moment of blooming, and then enters the “budding” state, just like the whole process of plateau plants blooming, pollinating, and withering in a very short growth period. Every time she accumulates and releases energy, it simplifies time on the earth, a natural response mechanism to conflict.
And her resonance skills are named with a certain superstitious color of language – “Red Toon Blooming”, “Dark Stamen Hunting Heart”, these names are not only a classification of attack methods, but more like a link in some ancient ritual. She dances quietly in it, like a song, like a sacrifice.
Her ultimate skill “Fang Hua Zhan Yan” is the last firework. Petals fly, damage explodes, and the enemy seems to fall into an aesthetic maze. It is destruction, but like fallen leaves returning to their roots; it is annihilation, but without malice.
And all her strengthening mechanisms – those complicated resonance chains, are just the evolutionary results of plants adapting to the environment. General attack damage increase, energy recovery, concerto skill improvement, chain strengthening, just like the amount of rain and the length of sunshine respond one by one in the long river of time. This is not a warrior’s practice, but the natural reproduction of a creature in an extreme environment, the result of the joint brewing of land and time.
The composition of Chun is not complicated, but compared with metal and gunpowder, she is closer to the slowly blooming flower deep in the forest. Each skill is a branch, leaf and vine, quietly weaving a garden that belongs to her in the complex combat system – not belonging to humans, but open to everyone.