B-52

* Main
* Gallery
* Story
* Artifact

* Basic
* Ascended
* Mechanical Storm

## **Bio**

B-52 doesn't really care about anything going on around him as he thinks it's rather troublesome. However, sometimes he will be drawn into battles based on objective reasoning. Some people think of him as a fighting machine but all he wants is to be seen as a normal person.

## **Food Introduction**

Don't let the colors of a B-52 fool you! They might look harmless and pretty but drinking too much just might blow you up!

## **Other Info**

### How to Acquire

* Summoning
* Medal Shop
* Tip Shop
* Rebates
* Token Shop (Random UR Shard I)

### Associated Events

* Storm Incoming!
* Gate of Trials (B-52)

## **Initial Stats**

  Attack
  Defense
  HP
  Crit Rate
  Crit Dmg
  Atk Spd

## **Skills**

* Combat
* Restaurant

 Fixed Point Attack
 Super Fixed Point Attack

blue = lvl 1
red = max lvl

## **Tips**

* B-52 is one of the easiest URs to ascend as you can buy his shards. Make sure to do so if you see them in the Tip Shop or the Medal Shop. You can use those shards to fuse him, ascend him or use them for Shard Fusion once you reach Level 30.
* Vodka links with B-52, making them a very potent combo if used together. Vodka's link skill allows you to time your stuns easily and prevent bosses, especially in pesky Catacombs stages from using their skills for a moment.
* B-52 is one of the preferable damage dealers for Disaster Bosses or the Guild Boss.

* UR
* SR
* R
* M

Boston Lobster (SP)
Beer (SP)
Mousse (SP)
Peking Duck (SP)
Pizza (SP)

Apple Pie
Caviar
Chiffon Cake
Churrasco
Crab Long Bao
Dongding Oolong
Durian Pancake
Gingerbread
Hishi Mochi
Hoto (Takeda Shingen)
Jinjunmei Tea
Longjing Tea
Oyster
Pesto Pasta
Pickled Plum (Uesugi Kenshin)
Swiss Roll (Kero)
Anzu Ame
Baijiu
Baklava
Bamboo Rice
Boston Lobster
Braised Noodles
Cheddar Cheese
Cookie
Dragon & Phoenix
Dried Persimmon (Oda Nobunaga)
Fire Crystal Persimmon Cake
Ginseng
Goose Barnacle
Hibiscus Tea
Junmai Daiginjo
Lamb Chops
Laziji
Mapo Tofu
Mentaiko
Paella
Porridge (Toyotomi Hideyoshi)
Potato Chips (Popuko)
Raindrop Cake
Rum
Souffle
Stargazy Pie
Steamed Wuchang Fish
Toso
Turkey
Wuyi Da Hong Pao
Yobuko Ika
Big Bang Shumai (Liu Mao Xing)
Bird's Nest Soup
Black Truffle
Blini
Brandy
Buddha's Temptation
Butter Tea
Calamus Wine
Canele
Castella
Champagne
Chocolate Bar (Pipimi)
Croissant
Double Scoop
Dragon's Beard Candy
Earl Grey Tea
Falafel
Financier
Finnish Reindeer
Foie Gras
Gin
Grass Jelly
Haggis
Hakarl
Huangshan Maofeng Tea
Inarizushi
Kaiserschmarrn
King Crab
Kiviak
Kung Pao Chicken
Longxi Cured Ham
Martini
Matsutake Dobinmushi
Minestrone
Mingsixi
Monaka
Monkfish Liver
Mulukhiyah
Natto
Nu Er Hong
Peking Duck
Peking Shredded Pork
Pizza
Pufferfish Sashimi
Ratatouille
Riesling Wine
Rotini
Sakura Tea (Sakura)
Sea Bream Sashimi
Sichuan Hotpot
Takowasa
Tteokguk
Turducken
Ubagai
Unparalleled Beauty Noodles (Lan Fei Hong)
Vidal Ice Wine
Whisky
White Truffle
Yokan
Yu Qilin Tea
Yuba Vegetable Spring Roll
Battenberg Cake
Bibimbap
Biluochun Tea
Blue Cheese
Bouillabaisse
Braised Dongpo Pork
Candy Cane
Cloud Tea
Conpoy
Cordyceps
Dunhuang Dogbane Tea
Eight-Treasure Rice
Feteer
Fruit Tart
Matcha
Milt
Minazuki
Moussaka
Nagashi Somen
Nanjing Roast Duck
Osechi
Pu'er
Puff
Saskatoon Berry Pie
Sticky Toffee Pudding
Stollen Bread

Awamori
Bonito Rice
Cappuccino
Ddeokbokki
Easter Egg
Escargot
Gyoza
Lion's Head
Nori
Orecchiette
Sachertorte
Salty Licorice
Soka Senbei
Steak
Sukiyaki
Tamagoyaki
Beggar's Chicken
Borscht
Bresse Chicken Soup
Canned Sardines
Century Egg
Chewing Gum
Chishui Moth Tea
Chrysanthemum Wine
Donut
Feijoada
Fish and Chips
Five Snake Soup
Flower-Carved Glazed Fruit
Fried Dough Strip
Ganache
Golden Rain Fried Cloud Dragon
Hamburger
Hotdog
Junshan Silver Needle Tea
Kamaboko
Kashiwa Mochi
Katsudon
Kitsune Udon
Knafeh
Koshary
Kuruma Prawn
Laba Noodles
Lamb Spine Hotpot
Lasagna
Mackerel Ichiyaboshi
Mandarin Squirrel Fish
Mango Pudding
Maple Syrup
Mojito
Moon Cake
Nougat
Osmanthus Cake
Pad Thai
Pan de Muerto
Pandoro
Panna Cotta
Parfait
Pastel de Nata
Pretzel
Qamar al-Din
Rachel Sandwich
Raincoat Cucumber Salad
Rakugan
Red Wine
Royal Jelly
Salt 'n Pepper Shrimp
Sanma
Sea Urchin
Shawarma
Sour and Spicy Konjac Strips
Souvlaki
Spaghetti
Sushi
Tartarmad
Tiger Salad
Tiger Skin Cake
Tonkotsu Ramen
Unadon
Welsh Rarebit
Wolfberry Decoction
American Corn Bread
Baguette
Beer
Black Forest Cake
Black Pudding
Black Tea
Bloody Mary
Borodino
Brioche
Brownie
Caesar Salad
Candy Apple
Cassata
Chicken à la King
Chicken Strip Soup
Chocolate
Creme Brulee
Duck Confit
Dongtang
Eggette
Eggnog
Feta Cheese
Focaccia
Fried Chicken
Fried Tofu Puff
Ginger Milk Pudding
Golden Thread Honey Date
Green Curry
Gyudon
Hanabira Mochi
Hardtack
Iberian Ham
Jinhua Ham
Kanburi
Kimchi
Konpeito
Lollipop
Macaroni
Madeleine
Marshmallow
Million Dollar Stew
Mixed Fish Soup
Mocha
Mont Blanc
Napoleon Cake
Nerikiri
Okonomiyaki
Opera Cake
Panini
Pastilla
Pavlova
Pian Er Chuan
Pine & Crane Longevity
Pineapple Bun
Pineapple Cake
Realgar Wine
Reuben Sandwich
Salty Tofu
Schupfnudeln
Scone
Seaweed Salad
Seaweed Soup
Shengjian
Sherry
Shochu
Snowskin Mooncake
Soba
Soft Serve Cone
Spicy Duck Blood Soup
Surströmming
Sweet & Sour Fish
Sweetheart Cake
Tequila
Tortoise Jelly
Twice-Cooked Pork
Udon
Vanilla Muffin
Vodka
Waffle
Wensi Tofu
Wiener Schnitzel
Wonton
Alaskan Ice Cream
Baked Apple
Bingfen
Braised Beancurd Skin
Burrito
Café au Lait
Caramel Macchiato
Chicken Feet with Pickled Peppers
Chicken on Lotus Leaf
Cinnamon Roll
Crispy Squab
Dong'an Chicken
Fondant Cake
Kagami Mochi
Kakigori
Laba Congee
Latte
Mango Pomelo Sago
Margarita
Mashed Potatoes
Milk Tea
Montreal Smoked Meat
Moules Frites
Muenchner Weisswurst
Mung Bean Soup
Pine Nut Wine
Princess Cake
Prosciutto di Parma
Qatayef
Qingtuan
Red Velvet Cake
Salad
Sekihan
Snow-capped Volcano
Square Mutton Fish
Sweet Lotus Seed Soup
Sweet Tofu
Tangyuan
Tanuki Soba
Tiramisu
Tsukimi Dango
Yogurt

Instant Noodles
Nasi Lemak
Salmon Oyakodon
Tempura
Cold Rice Shrimp
Crepe
Double Skin Milk
Kirimochi
Omurice
Ramune
Sashimi
Spicy Gluten
Taiyaki
Tea Cake
Yellow Pea Cake
Yellow Wine
Cola
Cream of Mushroom Soup
Dorayaki
Double-Ninth Cake
Jiuniang
Long Bao
Lutefisk
Macaron
Orange Juice
Ruyi Roll
Sake
Sakuramochi
Ume Ochazuke
Douzhi
Edamame
Fermented Tofu
Fortune Cookie
Lotus Root with Sticky Rice
Milk
Miso Soup
Plum Juice

Hawthorne Ball
Jianbing Guozi
Pancake
Sea Bream Continental Seal
Crab-Stuffed Orange
Jellyfish Salad
Popcorn
Pudding
Sandwich
Bagel
Deviled Egg
Doenjang Jjigae
Eton Mess
Jello
Mousse
Rice
Strawberry Daifuku

## Media

I. Startup

II. Change

III. Dreams and Reality

IV. Answer

V. B-52

### I. Startup

Contract invalid. Connection failed.

Confirming cessation of Master Attendant’s vitals. Reason: unknown.

Confirming Master Attendant’s position: error.

Startup negated.

There was a time when I wouldn’t go anywhere or do anything without an order from Master Attendant.

I’d stay on standby, waiting for him to start an operation.

I didn’t need to think, nor did I need to stress.

But at that moment, my slain Master Attendant no longer told me what I needed to do.

This was a bit of a hassle for me.

My mechanical body lags and creaks if I don’t move for a while.

I didn’t know what to do next. To me, there was no need for a machine to act on its own.

I was still a machine back then.

And machines need to be activated before they can start working.

I heard an unfamiliar voice and a flurry of footsteps draw near.

“Yep. Find the safe and take the gem."

The owner of that voice noticed me and approached me.

“Oh? What’s this?"

He was a red-haired, lavishly dressed Food Soul. His human companion, on the other hand, was dressed like a thief.

"Oh, that’s his Food Soul. He hardly talks to others and only listens to his Master Attendant. Now that his Master Attendant is dead, he’s just a pile of scrap metal."

"You sure know a lot. If I hadn't known you were a thief, I’d have thought you were a detective."

"Thanks for the compliment-- I got it, let's go."

I stared at him, motionless.

He reached out and touched my arm, my face, my eyepatch, and my mechanical wings.

My eyes followed his hand, but every other part of my body stayed still.

"Wait. I want to take him with us."

He lowered his hand and sized me up, interested.

"Now that his owner is dead, I wonder: is he a scrap machine, or a wonderful toy? -- Sit, Food Soul."

Command received. Source: Food Soul.

Confirm command: ‘sit’.

Target action retrieved. Execute.

Even though that person wasn’t my Master Attendant, he gave me an order. I sat down obediently.

He gave me a few more commands, such as lie down, stand up, turn around, and jump.

After making sure I’d follow through with each one, he gave one that made the thief watching in amusement go pale.

--Kill his thief companion and hand the Azure Stone over.

As he escaped, the thief spat curses at Spaghetti for betraying him while begging me to spare him.

But I’ve already been ordered to kill him.

I don’t get to choose between conflicting commands. The first command always takes priority. And the first command was given by that red-haired Food Soul.

I killed the thief and gave him the gem.

His excitement was reminiscent of a child on Christmas Eve, but with a dash of lunacy in the mix.

"Hahahaha, what a good toy! Tell me your name and come with me. I’ll be sure to make the best use out of you!"

Amidst his disturbing laughter, I calmly stated my name.

"I am...B-52."

### II. Change

My body...is lagging. My arms and wings can’t function properly.

My nimble opponent covered up his tracks so well, there were times I couldn’t detect his oncoming sneak attack. By the time I spun around to defend myself, it was too late.

My mechanical wings creaked in protest as I flew. I gave up on flying and chose to walk back to the villa Spaghetti --the red-haired Food Soul who took me away-- lived in.

In the hustle of this prosperous town, no one will pay attention to me and my lag.

The sound of a carriage approaching in the distance immediately dispersed the crowd on the street, leaving me and a little girl who tripped in the middle of the road.

"Save her! Won’t somebody save her?"

A voice cried out for help.

Before I'd realized it, I spread my wings and flew to the girl in the middle of the road, carrying her into the air. Without an order.

The carriage barely passed under our feet.

The danger had passed, but it was then my barely-functioning mechanical wings stopped functioning altogether. I hugged the girl as we fell.

Judging that the girl in my arms took priority, I leaned back and let myself cushion her fall.

The impact made my vision flash white. My blue flames dissipated and my right arm dropped to the ground limply.

Decision confirmation--why save her?

Searching for command… Command = false.

--I have to save her.

After I heard that cry, my body broke through the system’s control.

"...-san, Nii-san!"

Something pulled me back to reality. A tender voice echoed in my ear.

"Nii-san, are you okay?"

"...I’m fine."

The girl climbed off of me. I pushed off the ground and slowly got up, trying to move my mechanical wings. They creaked in protest again.

"Thank you, Nii-san... Are your wings broken?"

The girl clutched my broken right arm and looked up at me.

"Nii-san’s wings look just like those clocks Papa makes...Nii-san, why don’t you let Papa fix it for you!”

As things stand, I won’t have enough strength to defend myself if I run into something on the way back.

I just saved her. She said that she can help me repair my parts.

It can’t hurt to try.

"Nii-san?"

"Alright, take me there."

### III. Dreams and Reality

The girl took me to her house.

Her father was a well-known clocksmith in town. He thought the reason my mechanical wing was malfunctioning was because saving his daughter piled even more damage onto it, already near-broken. He was exuberant, although I didn’t know if it was out of gratitude to me or if it was out of interest in my mechanical wings.

I sat on a chair and silently waited for the clocksmith to replace the damaged parts.

"Nii-san, your wings look really broken. Doesn't it hurt?"

"No."

"Really? Nii-san is just like a clock. When he’s hurt, he can't feel it at all. Lucky! It always hurts when I trip and fall.”

"..."

The clocksmith’s voice rang out from behind me, breaking the silence caused by my aloofness.

"Stupid child. Living humans aren’t clocks. Of course it hurts. Nii-san is actually in a lot of pain,but he just doesn’t want to make you worried. That’s why he won’t admit it."

False. It’s just as that girl said. It doesn’t hurt.

How can a machine feel pain?

But I kept quiet.

The conversation continued, but my memory started to blur.

"Not everyone starts crying and wailing when they get a little scrape like you.”

"Hey! No fair, Papa! I don’t cry! I didn't shed a single tear when I tripped today!"

The girl jumped up and made a face at her father. I couldn’t hear what they said afterward, but they both laughed.

She pinched the corners of my mouth, trying to make me smile...

A shrill scream woke me up from my memories.

I was no longer in a shop full of clocks, but a beautifully decorated merchant's house. The bodies on the ground were still warm.

My task was to get rid of the merchant and bring the Azure Stone back to Nevras.

The merchant's wife had a Food Soul who wasn’t suited to battle.

However, they dealt a heavy blow to me before dissipating.

I didn't notice it while I was fighting. It was only when I caught the merchant's daughter that I realized my parts were broken.

She thought she could escape my killing spree by hiding under that bed.

I expected her to put up a fight, but she seemed to be afraid of my flames. Her stiff body was shivering.

I don't understand. Why would I remember something like that while carrying out my task?

Was it because of the terrified girl in front of me?

Or because I discovered my mechanical wings had failed again after I caught her?

There’s a force inside me stopping me from taking her life.

Perhaps it’s this same force that just decided to remind me of the past.

This never happened before. I was shaken.

Unable to make a decision, unable to move.

I didn’t chase the girl when she broke away from me.

Gazing in the direction she fled, I thought, "Spaghetti doesn’t need to know about this.”

The sizzling azure flames were out of control. I lost too much soul power. Fire, licking the rug, formed a circle around me.

A girl whose face I couldn’t make out appeared behind me. When I turned toward her, her face began morphing into those of others.

A man, a woman, an old lady, a kid...

Finally, it morphed into the face of that girl I saved. She clutched my arm.

“Nii-san, you can’t hurt because you’re not human.”

Then it morphed into my deceased Master Attendant. His voice was filled with disappointment.

“You’re not even a Food Soul. You’re just a war machine.”

No...I’m not...I want to be human, I want to feel pain, I WANT TO BE HUMAN!

I don't know what I’m screaming about, nor do I know why I’m struggling.

Something’s not right, but I can’t tell what.

Her face was still morphing. A mixture of voices lingered in my ear.

In this chaos, I heard a familiar roar.

- B-52...B-52 Cocktail! Wake the hell up!

### IV. Answer

I woke up from my sleep. As soon as I opened my eyes and saw Spaghetti, I knew it was just a dream.

Why did I have that dream?

Why did I say something like that in that dream?

I didn’t know nor did I have time to think about it before Spaghetti exploded in anger.

"You dare disobey my orders! Do you have any idea of what you just did?!"

"..."

"Aren’t you going to explain why you let that girl go?!"

"..."

Spaghetti lifted his chin and peered at me with contempt.

"You’re my toy, and toys should listen to their owner’s orders! Unless you want to be abandoned and crushed like worthless garbage!"

What Spaghetti meant by “crushing” was death.

Death is the disappearance of biological activity.

Most people will experience great pain in the process of dying.

Pain...

Is that proof of being a "person"?

"Spaghetti, do you feel pain?"

"Hah? Trying to change the topic, are you?”

"No."

I watched Spaghetti get more and more impatient, yet the words that left my mouth put a surprised look on his face.

"I want to understand how humans feel. Death, pain..."

I wanted to confirm that I wasn’t a machine, but a living, breathing Food Soul. A conscious, human-- Food Soul.

A Food Soul who can feel pain, as the father of that girl said.

I couldn't describe the look on Spaghetti’s face, nor could I describe my uncertainty.

But that didn't stop me from speaking out about my doubts. I wanted to understand the feelings that told humans they were alive - including pain.

"You want to know? Okay, fine, then get crushed like worthless garbage!"

After Spaghetti left, I set off for the Catacombs.

He told me this was where I’d find my answer before he left.

The Catacombs are treacherous.

Battling with Fallen Angels is different from battling with Food Souls.

Fallen Angels obey their killing instinct without mercy or hesitation.

As they group up and fire attack after attack, my flames will run out sooner or later.

I’m almost certain that I will die there.

Outside the Catacombs, there was a Food Soul who tried to stop me from looking for certain death.

But I refused.

Only pain can give me the answer I need.

And pain...did give me the answer.

The battle was tireless. My skin constantly tore fresh wounds.

Even as I overexerted myself and burned through all my Soul Power...I couldn’t give up without reaching my goal.

My wish, my reality, my existence...

I have to prove that I can feel pain too. The same kind of pain humans feel.

I’m a living, breathing Food Soul too!

A pain I’ve never felt before seared through my body as I dealt out attack after attack.

At that moment, I wanted to go back and say to that girl “I can hurt too. I’m just like you.”

But perhaps it was too late.

It hurts, everything hurts.

Can't move.

I lay on the ground, surrounded by an unrelenting mob of Fallen Angels.

I knew no one was coming to save me.

I could feel my Soul Power dissipating.

But I wasn’t sad. On the contrary, I felt relieved.

Because I knew I was a living, breathing Food Soul. A living, breathing--“person”.

### V. B-52

B-52 was no ordinary Food Soul when he was born.

His Master Attendant was an airship designer who wanted to summon an assistant but summoned a machine instead.

Yes, a machine, as his Master Attendant called him.

One who couldn’t act or draw conclusions on his own, who could only do the tasks he’d been given.

Of course, there was an exception-- battle.

In an age plagued by Fallen Angels, not just the land, but even the sky and the ocean were occupied by them.

B-52, known to others as a bomber, did an outstanding job in airship escorts and was even called the perfect war machine by a pilot on the airship.

Food Souls have a sense of self when they’re summoned.

Although they’re more or less influenced by their Master Attendants and learn new things in the process, they all know from the very start what kind of existences they are.

As he interacted with his Master Attendant and other humans, B-52 “corrected” the perceptions in his mind. He no longer considered himself a “Food Soul” but a cold, numb, and inexhaustible “machine”.

But B-52’s Master Attendant wasn’t always on an airship. When drawing design drafts at home, he’d put B-52 on standby in the library, only letting him run some errands every now and then.

Someone commissioned a private airship design from his Master Attendant. The front of the airship would be adorned with a sculpture of a "beautiful bride", and the necklace on her chest would be inlaid with a beautiful blue gem.

Therefore, the Azure Stone was kept at the home of B-52’s Master Attendant.

The Azure Stone was a cursed gem. Its previous owners had all fallen prey to ill fates.

But a gorgeous 10,000-carat gem will always have its suitors.

Little did they know, however, that the curse wasn’t real. It was just a legend some Food Soul intentionally created by combining a few coincidences.

Every few years, the Food Soul would hand off the Azure Stone before killing the owner and taking it back.

B-52’s Master Attendant was one of his unlucky victims.

But it was this that kickstarted B-52’s shift from a machine to a “human”.

When his Master Attendant died, B-52 was still a machine that required orders to do anything.

Over time, as B-52 performed more and more tasks, he witnessed more and more sadness and joy.

As more human emotions gradually surrounded him, he began to think about the rationality of orders.

He didn’t refuse the orders given to him, but the first seeds had already taken root and would sprout at any moment.

B-52 didn’t know if it was the Azure Stone that caused his Master Attendant’s death.

He didn’t realize it at first.

It wasn’t until the second time he went to take the gem back that he started to connect the dots.

And when he performed the same task for the third time, he let a girl go.

Did B-52 not want to kill Spaghetti and avenge his Master Attendant?

He didn’t know.

Before he had free will, Spaghetti’s orders gave him his thoughts and existence.

This internal conflict sped up the development of his critical thinking and transformation.

Why didn’t he kill Spaghetti immediately after everything was laid bare? Because the pull of his wish--the first wish he’d ever had--was so intense it took up all his focus. The thought hadn’t even crossed his mind at that time.

The truth was, B-52 wasn’t actually numb to pain but thought of himself as a machine. That belief sealed the feeling off.

What made him feel pain, in the end, was not death, but his desire to finally break the seal.

He was convinced that pain could tell him whether he truly was a machine or not.

By chasing death, he confirmed that he wasn’t a cold, numb, inexhaustible “machine”.

In the Catacombs, B-52 could feel his consciousness slipping away.

Just as everything was about to go dark, he heard a voice.

"Phew, just in time. Good thing he’s not gone yet... Brownie, hurry and pick him up! We’ll treat him when we get back, but for now--retreat!"

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