Collection

**Collection** is a feature added to Phigros in version 1.3.0. As the player plays specific songs, they may unlock - files" that are individual pieces of the game's overall story. Reading a file for the first time will award the player with 1.5MB of data.

Some story files are unlocked in parts. Unlocking a part will add another file. Some files also give clues for finding other files and unlocking a song.

There are currently twelve "collections", which are folders that contain the files once they're unlocked. Currently, all collections except one (that being Side Story 2) contain files:

* Chapter I - Glaciaxion has 46 files.
* Chapter II - Beneath the Trash has 45 files.
* Chapter III - Mazarine's End has 11 files.
* Chapter IV - Sewer Maze has 39 files.
* Chapter V - NEON LED has 49 files.
* Chapter VI - Ark Mirage has 14 files.
* Chapter VII - Chronnection has 9 files.
* Chapter VIII - Transit Tide has 19 files.
* Side story 1 - Lotos has 44 files.
* Chapter EX has 61 files.

Spoiler warning**Collection entries contain major spoilers for the game.** Proceed at your own risk.
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## Chapter EX

**[Item Report] Tabloid**ViewClose**DATE** 767/06/01**SUPERVISOR**Mid-Level Containment Shelter**CATEGORY** Nonsense
On December 7th, the 677th issue of Sober Daily was secretly taken out of the Library. Upon recovery, it was covered in a liquid of unknown origin.

En excerpt from the magazine reads:

Urban Legends Column

​ Dear readers, thank you for your continued support.

Today Leaf will tell you a story about the flower oceans in the center of Bailin City.

""Back when Bailin was just an unexceptional settlement, people had used flesh and blood to pave the barren land. Shortly after, hundreds upon hundreds of flowers have blossomed there, completely saturating the landscape.

...

Thats the end of the story. I hope everyone liked it. See you next time.""

On December 7th, the 677th issue of Sober Daily was secretly taken out of the Library. Upon recovery, it was covered in a liquid of unknown origin.
En excerpt from the magazine reads:
Urban Legends Column
​ Dear readers, thank you for your continued support.
Today Leaf will tell you a story about the flower oceans in the center of Bailin City.
""Back when Bailin was just an unexceptional settlement, people had used flesh and blood to pave the barren land. Shortly after, hundreds upon hundreds of flowers have blossomed there, completely saturating the landscape.
...
Thats the end of the story. I hope everyone liked it. See you next time.""

**[Item Report] Red Bow**ViewClose**DATE**767/06/01**SUPERVISOR**Mid-Level Containment Shelter**CATEGORY** Nonsense
This bow, while as cute and innocent as its owner, isn’t anything special.

However there is a faint scent of blood emanating from the fabric.

This bow, while as cute and innocent as its owner, isn’t anything special.

However there is a faint scent of blood emanating from the fabric.

**[Item Report] Clay Flowerpot**ViewClose**DATE** 767/06/01**SUPERVISOR**Mid-Level Security Shelter**CATEGORY** Nonsense
A seemingly ordinary flowerpot containing a single flower. When no wind is present, the flower appears to be swaying happily.

Produced in a flower ocean on Floor V, by a potter girl whose ceramic house is the only artificial sight in the area.

"When the girl handed him the flowerpot, it felt as if something had been inserted into his heart.

In an instant, the girl was torn apart like a thin piece of paper, and all the flowers on the field became erratic and wild, dancing wantonly.

A seemingly ordinary flowerpot containing a single flower. When no wind is present, the flower appears to be swaying happily.

Produced in a flower ocean on Floor V, by a potter girl whose ceramic house is the only artificial sight in the area.

"When the girl handed him the flowerpot, it felt as if something had been inserted into his heart.
In an instant, the girl was torn apart like a thin piece of paper, and all the flowers on the field became erratic and wild, dancing wantonly.

**[Rec] Under the Dress**ViewClose**DATE** 767/06/01**SUPERVISOR**Mid-Level Containment Shelter**CATEGORY** Nonsense
Just as he was about to be completely melted into the hellish scenery, the flower field reverted back to its original appearance./r/n“Is it over? Am I saved?”/r/nThe girl smiled sweetly, and without answering, started picking the hardened eyeballs up from the ground.

Since the time she fell into the flower field, nobody has survived; from now till the end of time, no one will be saved. The body becomes nourishment, and the soul is left twisted, forever wandering. Indifferently witnessing the perishing of every person that comes next. /r/nThe sea of flowers contorts the girl's shadow, carefully detects the signs of a soul, and holding the flower pot, guides her towards the next target."

"As the wind blows over the flower ocean, it creates flower waves. Two people overlooked these movements and smiled at each other.

""We did it.”

""No. You did it.""

The masked man looked at the eyeballs under the girl's skirt. They were ready to move and reach out for him. It seems that he's thinking about whether the man in front of him will be their next companion.

""You are here to pick me up, right?”

""Correct.""

I don’t know how many years the girl has spent in the flower field, nor do I know how much flesh and blood she has consumed in that time. She gradually grows bigger. Inching towards her destiny.

The masked man took out a glass bottle. She began to drown in it, and scattered into thousands of petals. The petals dyed the water red. The girl showed her visage one last time, gradually sinking, like a leaf that had lost its vitality, leaving only the transparent stem veins. He found her, threw her away, and forgot her.

""Another one was recovered. Let's see who's left...""

The masked man opened a file and through it quickly. Almost every page was marked with a large red cross. His fingers stayed, and a faded photo came into his view. It depicted two young girls.They were his next goal."

Just as he was about to be completely melted into the hellish scenery, the flower field reverted back to its original appearance./r/n“Is it over? Am I saved?”/r/nThe girl smiled sweetly, and without answering, started picking the hardened eyeballs up from the ground.
Since the time she fell into the flower field, nobody has survived; from now till the end of time, no one will be saved. The body becomes nourishment, and the soul is left twisted, forever wandering. Indifferently witnessing the perishing of every person that comes next. /r/nThe sea of flowers contorts the girl's shadow, carefully detects the signs of a soul, and holding the flower pot, guides her towards the next target."

"As the wind blows over the flower ocean, it creates flower waves. Two people overlooked these movements and smiled at each other.
""We did it.”
""No. You did it.""
The masked man looked at the eyeballs under the girl's skirt. They were ready to move and reach out for him. It seems that he's thinking about whether the man in front of him will be their next companion.
""You are here to pick me up, right?”
""Correct.""
I don’t know how many years the girl has spent in the flower field, nor do I know how much flesh and blood she has consumed in that time. She gradually grows bigger. Inching towards her destiny.
The masked man took out a glass bottle. She began to drown in it, and scattered into thousands of petals. The petals dyed the water red. The girl showed her visage one last time, gradually sinking, like a leaf that had lost its vitality, leaving only the transparent stem veins. He found her, threw her away, and forgot her.
""Another one was recovered. Let's see who's left...""
The masked man opened a file and through it quickly. Almost every page was marked with a large red cross. His fingers stayed, and a faded photo came into his view. It depicted two young girls.They were his next goal."

**[Announcement] The Treasure of 17**ViewClose**DATE** 2091/06/29**SUPERVISOR**Sparkle\_17**CATEGORY**Main
""Congratulations youngster, you have made it to the summer vacation of 2091!

Have you decided what you want to do during the summer?

A part-time job? A training camp? No?

Have you considered signing up for the Treasure of Seventeen event?

Just enlist, find clues, and you will have a chance to earn great rewards!

Those who manage to find all the clues, and eliminate their competition, will receive the \*ultimate\* prize...

Don't hesitate. Join now, and open your eyes!""

""Congratulations youngster, you have made it to the summer vacation of 2091!
Have you decided what you want to do during the summer?
A part-time job? A training camp? No?
Have you considered signing up for the Treasure of Seventeen event?
Just enlist, find clues, and you will have a chance to earn great rewards!
Those who manage to find all the clues, and eliminate their competition, will receive the \*ultimate\* prize...
Don't hesitate. Join now, and open your eyes!""

**[Rec] Pigeon Assembly**ViewClose**DATE**2091/06/29**SUPERVISOR**Aquinn**CATEGORY**main
After the Team Pigeon had successfully signed up for ""Treasure of Seventeen"", the VR system materialized a bass trumpet, with a message engraved onto its surface.

""This item is a symbol of participation in the treasure hunt belonging to Aquinn, Huo and Yeeh. Their two Supervisors, Yaakov Langdonman and Wu Yueying, swore an oath to professional ethics to help Teamm Pigeon grow as a result of, anf survive this event.""

After the Team Pigeon had successfully signed up for ""Treasure of Seventeen"", the VR system materialized a bass trumpet, with a message engraved onto its surface.
""This item is a symbol of participation in the treasure hunt belonging to Aquinn, Huo and Yeeh. Their two Supervisors, Yaakov Langdonman and Wu Yueying, swore an oath to professional ethics to help Teamm Pigeon grow as a result of, anf survive this event.""

**[Rec] Three Lucky Fish**ViewClose**DATE**2091/06/29**SUPERVISOR**Xiaopeng**CATEGORY** Main
After the Monsoon Team had successfully signed up for the ""Treasure of Seventeen"", the VR system materialized an ocarina decorated with various paintings of fish, as well as an engraving.

""This item is a symbol of Xiaopeng's, Jora's, and Verde's participation in the Treasure of Seventeen event. Their two Supervisors, Mayor Yu and Gusbon, are from now on obligated to help Team Monsoon achieve knowledge and experience during this trial.""".

After the Monsoon Team had successfully signed up for the ""Treasure of Seventeen"", the VR system materialized an ocarina decorated with various paintings of fish, as well as an engraving.
""This item is a symbol of Xiaopeng's, Jora's, and Verde's participation in the Treasure of Seventeen event. Their two Supervisors, Mayor Yu and Gusbon, are from now on obligated to help Team Monsoon achieve knowledge and experience during this trial.""".

**Challenge Letter to 17**ViewClose**DATE** 2092/03/20**SUPERVISOR**Alpa**CATEGORY** Nazo
Hello.

We are a group of puzzle enthusiasts from NazoGame. Upon solving the various puzzles of the ""Treasure of Seventeen"",and reaching the finish line, we found it necessary to show our gratitude to Pigeon Games, for providing us with four additional clues. We couldn't have done it without you.

Are YOU willing to accept the challenge?

From: Nazo

ﾠPhi Project

"

">>> G:\Nazo\Phi Project001\ Search\_Log 1/03/20

Found 1 record

>>> G:\Nazo\Phi Project001\ Show\_Log 1/03/20

Signal received by system. Attempting to decode.

Decoding failed. Saving draft file.

Geopelia: Let's see... Hmm, that's strange. I should run Xandboxie.

Timestamp of 7370320 appeared in the sandbox.

Then, the stamp disappeared, a different string taking its place: ""What is freedom?""

thenazo.com/freedom

Geopelia: Freedom? What happened to the regular startup message?

The text disappeared, the screen turned red, then black, and finally displayed a single question mark.

Geopelia: That's interesting... I might have seen something likr this before, in the database... Let's try... Oh, there it is.

Geopelia: In ""What is freedom"", should I replace the ""freedom""?

Gino: Cuckoo, what are you doing?

Geopelia: My name is not cuckoo! Coo!

While the two were fooling around, song lyrics slowly showed up on the screen:

Civilisation annihilated in vast universe

The bold seek their way in a network of mazes

Answer to the riddle needs only two chatacters

Guidance given to my heart

The truth is

>>> G:\Nazo\Phi Project001\

Hello.
We are a group of puzzle enthusiasts from NazoGame. Upon solving the various puzzles of the ""Treasure of Seventeen"",and reaching the finish line, we found it necessary to show our gratitude to Pigeon Games, for providing us with four additional clues. We couldn't have done it without you.
Are YOU willing to accept the challenge?

From: Nazo
ﾠPhi Project
"

">>> G:\Nazo\Phi Project001\ Search\_Log 1/03/20
Found 1 record
>>> G:\Nazo\Phi Project001\ Show\_Log 1/03/20
Signal received by system. Attempting to decode.
Decoding failed. Saving draft file.
Geopelia: Let's see... Hmm, that's strange. I should run Xandboxie.
Timestamp of 7370320 appeared in the sandbox.
Then, the stamp disappeared, a different string taking its place: ""What is freedom?""
thenazo.com/freedom
Geopelia: Freedom? What happened to the regular startup message?
The text disappeared, the screen turned red, then black, and finally displayed a single question mark.
Geopelia: That's interesting... I might have seen something likr this before, in the database... Let's try... Oh, there it is.
Geopelia: In ""What is freedom"", should I replace the ""freedom""?
Gino: Cuckoo, what are you doing?
Geopelia: My name is not cuckoo! Coo!
While the two were fooling around, song lyrics slowly showed up on the screen:
Civilisation annihilated in vast universe
The bold seek their way in a network of mazes
Answer to the riddle needs only two chatacters
Guidance given to my heart
The truth is
>>> G:\Nazo\Phi Project001\

**[File] Burn'd Duck**ViewClose**DATE** 2092/03/32**SUPERVISOR**Alpa**CATEGORY** Nonsense
A document found on Alpa's hard drive.

[On a brightly lit street, the smell of roasted ducks was escaping the constraints of every exhaust fan, permeating the air. Sinking into every piece of clothing, it took control of people as if they were mere puppets, and lead them to the store front.]

[It was late afternoon, but the outside was already dark and snowy. NceS was sitting in an armchair, with fidgeting with his hands. His right eyelid was twitching uncontrollably, which made him quite worried. He was considering closing the shop for that day.]

Wuji: You have some customers coming your way.

NceS: Is that so? Wait, Wuji, what's wrong with your face? How did it change again?

Wuji: Don't touch it dummy, this new face is far too precious.

NceS: Ahh, Wuji... You are escaping from someone again, aren't you. Before you ask, I haven't done any illegal smuggling foe many years, so don't evem bother.

Wuji: What? Come on, what could I possibly be running from?

[The man was acquainted with NceS since before he was called Wuji. This time he got in trouble with the administration, and inexplicably decided to visit his ond friend.]

NceS: What's wrong with you people? I say let the old pigeons scream all over the street. I don't care. But they have covered your food and residence, and your wage will be paid one day. So why would you add bugs to the system?

Wuji: Ah, so you already know... The old AI was pushed out of the gate. This time, if something goes wrong, they won't get paid, and the entire union will collapse. And when that happens, I will have to make all the charts myself. But just look at my hands! Thay are covered in bruises blood and sores already!

NceS: Yeah right! As if I'm gonna believe that!

Wuji: I don't understand. It's like your attention was always some place elsewhere...

NceS: Oh, my friend, it was just me playing mahjong with JiangMiTiao and Ctymax over a brain call.

Wuji: So you always knew? Why didn't you tell them?

NceS: You know I couldn't do that... Do you want to hide here with us?

Ash: I wouldn't mind that!

Wuji: Damn it, they're here! I will drop by again tomorrow!

NceS: Oh, farewell then. You're welcome at any time.

TV: Urgent news: The VR cyber virus known as Rubbishphobia, notably spread by a malicious program called ""Phigros"", is finally under control. Our city's paving expert, Sound Souler, wants to remind the public that Rubbishphobia can be treated by hitting your hand against the floor. Repeatedly.

NceS: What the hell is this-

A document found on Alpa's hard drive.
[On a brightly lit street, the smell of roasted ducks was escaping the constraints of every exhaust fan, permeating the air. Sinking into every piece of clothing, it took control of people as if they were mere puppets, and lead them to the store front.]
[It was late afternoon, but the outside was already dark and snowy. NceS was sitting in an armchair, with fidgeting with his hands. His right eyelid was twitching uncontrollably, which made him quite worried. He was considering closing the shop for that day.]
Wuji: You have some customers coming your way.
NceS: Is that so? Wait, Wuji, what's wrong with your face? How did it change again?
Wuji: Don't touch it dummy, this new face is far too precious.
NceS: Ahh, Wuji... You are escaping from someone again, aren't you. Before you ask, I haven't done any illegal smuggling foe many years, so don't evem bother.
Wuji: What? Come on, what could I possibly be running from?
[The man was acquainted with NceS since before he was called Wuji. This time he got in trouble with the administration, and inexplicably decided to visit his ond friend.]
NceS: What's wrong with you people? I say let the old pigeons scream all over the street. I don't care. But they have covered your food and residence, and your wage will be paid one day. So why would you add bugs to the system?
Wuji: Ah, so you already know... The old AI was pushed out of the gate. This time, if something goes wrong, they won't get paid, and the entire union will collapse. And when that happens, I will have to make all the charts myself. But just look at my hands! Thay are covered in bruises blood and sores already!
NceS: Yeah right! As if I'm gonna believe that!
Wuji: I don't understand. It's like your attention was always some place elsewhere...
NceS: Oh, my friend, it was just me playing mahjong with JiangMiTiao and Ctymax over a brain call.
Wuji: So you always knew? Why didn't you tell them?
NceS: You know I couldn't do that... Do you want to hide here with us?
Ash: I wouldn't mind that!
Wuji: Damn it, they're here! I will drop by again tomorrow!
NceS: Oh, farewell then. You're welcome at any time.
TV: Urgent news: The VR cyber virus known as Rubbishphobia, notably spread by a malicious program called ""Phigros"", is finally under control. Our city's paving expert, Sound Souler, wants to remind the public that Rubbishphobia can be treated by hitting your hand against the floor. Repeatedly.
NceS: What the hell is this-

**This year on the New Year’s Gala**ViewClose**DATE** 771/12/23**SUPERVISOR**Geopelia**CATEGORY** key
[It is a winter evening at the editorial office of Limbo Wiki. The floor heating is on, with fruits all set in the tray on the table. Geopelia lazily lies on the sofa, staring at the flashing scenes on big TV screen that look like many hypnotic symbols, making her fall asleep. Fuli is setting up the New Year decoration. She stands on the cutting table, with a small lantern in her hand, struggling with the swaying chandelier.]

Fuli: You little thing wanna fight with me huh? I will let you know wh, who’s in char, charge here……

[Geopelia takes a look at the kitchen, clicks her tongue, and falls back into the sofa.]

Geopelia: Hmmm…… too lazy to move.

[The TV just happened to show some scenes of koalas. Geopelia suddenly feels like she could be a reincarnation of a koala.]

Fuli: Then make a call and ask Gino and Mill. They should have been back for dinner by now.

Geopelia: Hmmm…… it is what it is.

[Looking at the commercials, have a break, have a――]

Fuli: Oh right, you can invite the other friend of you as well. It is more fun with more people here for the festival.

Geopelia: Oh,

[On a second thought, she finds something not quite right.]

Geopelia: Which friend of mine?

Fuli: The one from Kalpa sub-space. I remembered that she lives in Selene.

Geopelia: You mean Lana? Oh yea, she will be on the New Year’s Gala of the Clock City.

Fuli: ???

[Turned to Saturn Channel 1, the guests of Gala are giving out their new year wishes. Lana in one of them. She has a pair of fake ponytails today and wears a blue and white dress that stands out.]

Host: Is there anything that Miss Lana wants to say to the audience?

Lana: Geopelia! Watch it closely! my transformation!

[Geopelia gives it a cold shoulder and turned of the TV with a swear word.]

Geopelia: See?

Fuli: Nevermind.

Geopelia: Hmmm……

[Geopelia lies back onto the sofa, but then frowns. Lana’s outfit looks quite familiar. She might have seen it somewhere.]

[It is a winter evening at the editorial office of Limbo Wiki. The floor heating is on, with fruits all set in the tray on the table. Geopelia lazily lies on the sofa, staring at the flashing scenes on big TV screen that look like many hypnotic symbols, making her fall asleep. Fuli is setting up the New Year decoration. She stands on the cutting table, with a small lantern in her hand, struggling with the swaying chandelier.]
Fuli: You little thing wanna fight with me huh? I will let you know wh, who’s in char, charge here……
[Geopelia takes a look at the kitchen, clicks her tongue, and falls back into the sofa.]
Geopelia: Hmmm…… too lazy to move.
[The TV just happened to show some scenes of koalas. Geopelia suddenly feels like she could be a reincarnation of a koala.]
Fuli: Then make a call and ask Gino and Mill. They should have been back for dinner by now.
Geopelia: Hmmm…… it is what it is.
[Looking at the commercials, have a break, have a――]
Fuli: Oh right, you can invite the other friend of you as well. It is more fun with more people here for the festival.
Geopelia: Oh,
[On a second thought, she finds something not quite right.]
Geopelia: Which friend of mine?
Fuli: The one from Kalpa sub-space. I remembered that she lives in Selene.
Geopelia: You mean Lana? Oh yea, she will be on the New Year’s Gala of the Clock City.
Fuli: ???
[Turned to Saturn Channel 1, the guests of Gala are giving out their new year wishes. Lana in one of them. She has a pair of fake ponytails today and wears a blue and white dress that stands out.]
Host: Is there anything that Miss Lana wants to say to the audience?
Lana: Geopelia! Watch it closely! my transformation!
[Geopelia gives it a cold shoulder and turned of the TV with a swear word.]
Geopelia: See?
Fuli: Nevermind.
Geopelia: Hmmm……
[Geopelia lies back onto the sofa, but then frowns. Lana’s outfit looks quite familiar. She might have seen it somewhere.]

**One less person in the Travelling Squad**ViewClose**DATE** 771/12/23**SUPERVISOR**KALPA**CATEGORY** main
[Selene, Jujube fortress region, where Lana lives, a few guests from far away wonders outside the door.]

Elaine: The navigation says it’s here.

[The door and windows are closed. No light inside the room. It seems that no one is home.]

Kalpa: Perhaps she’s outside. We should wait.

Elaine: The speeds of time flow are different on both sides. Maybe she forgot to go back today.

Kalpa: I don’t think so?

Iris: So as we are waiting, do y’all want some freshly baked biscuits?

Elaine&Kalpa: No.

Iris: Ugh?

[Iris is a bit disappointed. Everyone loves her biscuits in her imagination.]

Elaine: Speaking of biscuits, how’s Arcyone doing?

Kalpa: Better now. She got the strength to swear now.

Iris: Arcyone? Oh yea, Arcyone said she would be joining us though.

Kalpa: Don’t you remember Iris? She ate your biscuits before we left. Now she is stilling lying in bed.

Iris: It seems so……

Elaine: Promise me, kid, don’t ever put poisonous mushrooms again,

Iris: Wait, the mushrooms are poisonous?

[While the few are speechless to Iris, a young lady with long indigo hair approaches them.]

Igallta: Are you looking for the house owner?

Kalpa: Yes. Do you know where she has gone to?

Igallta: Unfortunately, Lana went to attend the New Year’s Gala.

Iris: What is New Year’s Gala?

Kalpa: It is a TV show.I’ve heard of it from Geopelia.

Igallta: Are you friends of Geopelia?

Elaine: She’s been to our world.

Kalpa: I remember now.I’ve seen you in the song.

[Time goes back to 2 weeks ago. On her way to the Sky Dome, she accidentally fell into a sub-space called Kalpa. Because of the law of sub-space, she lost her memories. Kalpa and the Aste and mero sisters helped her.]

Igallta: In that case, how about we go to Geopelia first? After the end of the snow, Lana will be there too.

Kalpa: It won't be any trouble, will it?

Igallta: Totally not. Fuli said the more people the better.

Elaine: I guess that's the only way.

Iris: Wait, Lana really doesn't remember anything?

Kalpa: ......

Elaine: It does seem so.

[Selene, Jujube fortress region, where Lana lives, a few guests from far away wonders outside the door.]
Elaine: The navigation says it’s here.
[The door and windows are closed. No light inside the room. It seems that no one is home.]
Kalpa: Perhaps she’s outside. We should wait.
Elaine: The speeds of time flow are different on both sides. Maybe she forgot to go back today.
Kalpa: I don’t think so?
Iris: So as we are waiting, do y’all want some freshly baked biscuits?
Elaine&Kalpa: No.
Iris: Ugh?
[Iris is a bit disappointed. Everyone loves her biscuits in her imagination.]
Elaine: Speaking of biscuits, how’s Arcyone doing?
Kalpa: Better now. She got the strength to swear now.
Iris: Arcyone? Oh yea, Arcyone said she would be joining us though.
Kalpa: Don’t you remember Iris? She ate your biscuits before we left. Now she is stilling lying in bed.
Iris: It seems so……
Elaine: Promise me, kid, don’t ever put poisonous mushrooms again,
Iris: Wait, the mushrooms are poisonous?
[While the few are speechless to Iris, a young lady with long indigo hair approaches them.]
Igallta: Are you looking for the house owner?
Kalpa: Yes. Do you know where she has gone to?
Igallta: Unfortunately, Lana went to attend the New Year’s Gala.
Iris: What is New Year’s Gala?
Kalpa: It is a TV show.I’ve heard of it from Geopelia.
Igallta: Are you friends of Geopelia?
Elaine: She’s been to our world.
Kalpa: I remember now.I’ve seen you in the song.
[Time goes back to 2 weeks ago. On her way to the Sky Dome, she accidentally fell into a sub-space called Kalpa. Because of the law of sub-space, she lost her memories. Kalpa and the Aste and mero sisters helped her.]
Igallta: In that case, how about we go to Geopelia first? After the end of the snow, Lana will be there too.
Kalpa: It won't be any trouble, will it?
Igallta: Totally not. Fuli said the more people the better.
Elaine: I guess that's the only way.
Iris: Wait, Lana really doesn't remember anything?
Kalpa: ......
Elaine: It does seem so.

**Another me in the world**ViewClose**DATE** 771/12/23**SUPERVISOR**Yomiga**CATEGORY** main
* Found a spot, in the middle of the second row.

Yomiga: Ho-Ho, I see it! Come here, Nami. The show is about to begin!

Nami: Coming, coming!

[In Clock City Channel Studio 1, three of the audience from a distant world are finally seated before the New Year’s Gala begins. Unlike other audience, thay are here for a special mission, which will decide if they can safely go home.]

Yomiga: Though we came here ASAP upon receiving the message, but what type of Act is the New Year’s Gala anyway? The curtain’s closed. Can’t see anything······

Nami: Well, you’ll know it when the BOSS appears.

* I remember reading from the book, that the traditional New Year’s Gala includes comedy skits, singing and dancing, acrobatics, magic tricks, and other shows, as well as a few news segments.

Yomiga: So it’s a composite?

Nami: Well no, Carmen said there is only 1 part to the Act. We can go back to our world after defeating it.

* Seems that the BOSS is hidden in one of the segments.

Yomiga: Wait, the analysis report is out. The scene title is -- ANOTHER ME?

[While the three are discussing, the standard opening chorus has started. The performers are taking the stage while the teleprompter on both sides of the stage show the song title, including popular hit songs like WATER, 雪降り、メリクリ.]

* Something’s wrong. The data is rising rapidly.

Nami: Is it coming!

[The lights dim, and the cogs turn. As the high voice of the female singer begins, something bizarre happned. The singer on stage has a high resemblance of Yomiga.]

Yomiga: Is she···

[On stage, Lana looks into the audience. The blue-haired girl wearing headphone is staring at her. But Lana does not stop. She needs to go to the polyphonic track next. A cosplay fan? So she has fans in PhigrOS now.]

Yomiga: Wait!

[With that, she chased after her.]

* Found a spot, in the middle of the second row.

Yomiga: Ho-Ho, I see it! Come here, Nami. The show is about to begin!
Nami: Coming, coming!
[In Clock City Channel Studio 1, three of the audience from a distant world are finally seated before the New Year’s Gala begins. Unlike other audience, thay are here for a special mission, which will decide if they can safely go home.]
Yomiga: Though we came here ASAP upon receiving the message, but what type of Act is the New Year’s Gala anyway? The curtain’s closed. Can’t see anything······
Nami: Well, you’ll know it when the BOSS appears.

* I remember reading from the book, that the traditional New Year’s Gala includes comedy skits, singing and dancing, acrobatics, magic tricks, and other shows, as well as a few news segments.

Yomiga: So it’s a composite?
Nami: Well no, Carmen said there is only 1 part to the Act. We can go back to our world after defeating it.

* Seems that the BOSS is hidden in one of the segments.

Yomiga: Wait, the analysis report is out. The scene title is -- ANOTHER ME?
[While the three are discussing, the standard opening chorus has started. The performers are taking the stage while the teleprompter on both sides of the stage show the song title, including popular hit songs like WATER, 雪降り、メリクリ.]

* Something’s wrong. The data is rising rapidly.

Nami: Is it coming!
[The lights dim, and the cogs turn. As the high voice of the female singer begins, something bizarre happned. The singer on stage has a high resemblance of Yomiga.]
Yomiga: Is she···
[On stage, Lana looks into the audience. The blue-haired girl wearing headphone is staring at her. But Lana does not stop. She needs to go to the polyphonic track next. A cosplay fan? So she has fans in PhigrOS now.]
Yomiga: Wait!
[With that, she chased after her.]

**Family and friends gather together**ViewClose**DATE** 771/12/23**SUPERVISOR**Geopelia**CATEGORY** main
Igallta: Long time no see.

Fuli: yo,it’s been a long time.

Geopelia: You just video called yesterday.

Igallta: [Laugh] That’s true.

Fuli: Hey don’t blow it.

[Since Ark Mirage, Fuli and Igallta have been together a lot. Seems that they’ve become good friends.]

Fuli: They are?

Geopelia: This is Kalpa. and two of the Twelve Palace guardians. Should be.

[Should be?]

Fuli: Are you here to pick up Lana?

Kalpa: As you said.

Fuli: All right then. Come in.

Iris: Me is Iris. You want some biscuits? We already made some, but there was a little problem…… I can make them on the spot! Elaine: I’m Elaine, the temporary supervisor of this kid.

Iris: Iris is also a guardian. Iris doesn’t need a supervisor.

.Elaine: All right all right, here’s some mandarin orange. Open your mouth.

Iris: Ah~

[Are they here to do comedy?]

Geopelia: Lana is in charge of the second channel. Might only come after 1 or 2 am.

Fuli: No rush. Here’s the deal. We can all stay for the New Year’s Eve dinner. If there’s not enough food, I can ask Gino to bring back some more.

Gino: Unfortunately, I’m already back.

[The familiar figure with a slightly embarrassed smile. I pulled out my phone and dialled the number of a fellow bird.]

Naberius: No cash, no insurance, and not available for mah-jong.

Geopelia: It’s me, Dr Crow.

Naberius: Oh, it’s you, Coo-coo. We will be there in a minute.

Geopelia: We have an emergency. Bring some code dishes.

Naberius: Okok. Then five-spiced beef, boiled chicken slices, beef and beef offal, multi-flavoured jelly fish, preserved eggs with sauce, chicken feet with pickled peppers, are these enough? If not, hey, Mill what are you doing --

[Noises of quarrelling and fighting for the phone.]

Mill: Whims? Three of them? Suggest eliminating.Geopelia: Nope, they are guests.

Mill: Tsk, not fun.

Naberius: Ok so what I was saying --

Geopelia: That’s enough. Just come back.

Igallta: Long time no see.
Fuli: yo,it’s been a long time.
Geopelia: You just video called yesterday.
Igallta: [Laugh] That’s true.
Fuli: Hey don’t blow it.
[Since Ark Mirage, Fuli and Igallta have been together a lot. Seems that they’ve become good friends.]
Fuli: They are?
Geopelia: This is Kalpa. and two of the Twelve Palace guardians. Should be.
[Should be?]
Fuli: Are you here to pick up Lana?
Kalpa: As you said.
Fuli: All right then. Come in.
Iris: Me is Iris. You want some biscuits? We already made some, but there was a little problem…… I can make them on the spot! Elaine: I’m Elaine, the temporary supervisor of this kid.
Iris: Iris is also a guardian. Iris doesn’t need a supervisor.
.Elaine: All right all right, here’s some mandarin orange. Open your mouth.
Iris: Ah~
[Are they here to do comedy?]
Geopelia: Lana is in charge of the second channel. Might only come after 1 or 2 am.
Fuli: No rush. Here’s the deal. We can all stay for the New Year’s Eve dinner. If there’s not enough food, I can ask Gino to bring back some more.
Gino: Unfortunately, I’m already back.
[The familiar figure with a slightly embarrassed smile. I pulled out my phone and dialled the number of a fellow bird.]
Naberius: No cash, no insurance, and not available for mah-jong.
Geopelia: It’s me, Dr Crow.
Naberius: Oh, it’s you, Coo-coo. We will be there in a minute.
Geopelia: We have an emergency. Bring some code dishes.
Naberius: Okok. Then five-spiced beef, boiled chicken slices, beef and beef offal, multi-flavoured jelly fish, preserved eggs with sauce, chicken feet with pickled peppers, are these enough? If not, hey, Mill what are you doing --
[Noises of quarrelling and fighting for the phone.]
Mill: Whims? Three of them? Suggest eliminating.Geopelia: Nope, they are guests.
Mill: Tsk, not fun.
Naberius: Ok so what I was saying --
Geopelia: That’s enough. Just come back.

**Future falls down to me**ViewClose**DATE**771/12/23**SUPERVISOR**Geopelia**CATEGORY** key
Lana: Welcome everyone to the channel! I’m back again~

Lana: Yah, Lana didn’t expect to be invited by the New Year’s Gala either. I’m just a gamer anyway

Lana: Ask actors to go there and sing is a Gala tradition? Who says I’m a faking actor? Don’t try to mess with me ok. Hey mod! Do something, mod!

[While Lana is arguing with the viewers, the door of the streaming studio opens. The specialist named Yomiga quietly moves behind Lana with her mission. Taking in a deep breath, she announces her arrival.]

Yomiga: Surrender now! ANOTHER ME!

Lana: !!!

[The tin guitar smashes. Lana makes a sharp dodge to her left and kicks the ground with her right foot. Holding onto the back of the chair, she spins one and a half round and lands gracefully. In a split second, Lana’s chance to win the fight sharply rises, making Yomiga, who is further away from the door, greatly disadvantaged instead.]

Lana: Who on earth are you! You can hate me for your unrequited love, but gosh don’t make it physical please!

Yomiga: Nonsense. I’m here to finish you off!

[Everyone in the editorial office, plus all the viewers, are watching this right now.]

Mill: Whims again. You want me to catch it for research?

Naberius: Wait, I might have seen that trouble making girl before.

Geopelia: [Sudden realization] Isn’t her the heroine of the new release of Pigeon Games? No wonder I find it familiar.

Fuli: [Emotionlessly] Ah right - That game studio, who took the portrait right of the editorial office yet doing no legitimate work, is making a new game.

Gino: They just only made the Phigros prototype. Do they even have enough time for the new project?

Geopelia: No idea. But the theme song for Coo-coo is ready. Heh.

Kalpa: It’s no good to just let them fight right?

Iris: There’s a weak point on the left! Attack the left!

Igallta: It’s really no good. Just bring them here, Mill.

Mill: Tsk, what a trouble.

[Despite saying that, Mill still walks up to the TV, clenches her fits, then slightly opens them, puts her fingers into the screen. The surrounding air vibrates at a high frequency, making a continuous deep drum noise.]

Kalpa: Is she manipulating space?

Iris: Sounds very impressive.

[The two from the other side of the screen feel something is wrong, as if an invisible force locking up their limbs, pulling them to the unknown faraway.]

Lana: This feeling, could it be!

Yomiga: New mechanism?

[Yomiga wants to change speciality. The lit-up bracelet terminal catches her attention. She uses up all the strength on her wrist to barely boot it up.]

Carmen: Desire value recognition anomaly detected this morning. Not any Act on the show confirmed. Mission aborted. Please return to the bese ASAP.

Yomiga: ???

Lana: I saw all of it, the message just now.

Yomiga: Ahem, there might be some misunderstanding between us.

Lana: I want my mental damage compensation! Half a million, no, 1 million!

Yomiga: Chill! We can talk.

Mill: Need me to call the cops?

[The moment Yomiga speaks, scenes before her eyes twist and turn like a kaleidoscope. At that moment, her thoughts go back to the pure white room of the beginning of birth. Countless possibilities and fear rise up her mind. She seems to have forgotten something important. Nit just travelling with \*, with the rest, and more.]

Mill: Wake up.

Yomiga: Ah.

Mill: It’s over, all the struggles.

Yomiga: You know my --

Mill: No I don’t. But you will rememder.

[Mill is a mystery. A forever unsolvable mystery.]

Lana: Stop chatting over there. Where is my compensation!

Kalpa I know you, Lana. You don’t really want the compensation.

Elaine: You’re just angry. Nothing wrong with it.

Iris: Lana is the cutest for not being frank!

Lana: [Blushes] I, I’m not that.

Yomiga: Sorry, my bad! I was too eager to go back to mt original world and I lost my cool!

Lana: You are making me embarrassed now······ All right, I forgive you.

Yomiga: I’m so touched!

Elaine: What a coincidence. We are not residents of Phigros either.

Yomiga: Is that so?

Geopelia: Well, Phigros has been pierced like a sieve.[People from the Phigros side really want to roast it but they held up.]

Iris: Kalpa, help her out.

Kalpa: I’m sorry, but I can only travel to other worlds by coordinates. I think Miss Mill should have a way though.Mill: Not now. You will go back. I promise.

Yomiga: [Upset] I guess we have to trust Miss Mill for now.

Fuli: Never mind all of those! The dishes are ready! Let’s have dinner!

Geopelia: The New Year’s Eve dinner! Yay!

Iris: [Stands up] Kalpa! This chicken is soooo delicious! Better that the ones I cooked! Elaine you should try it too!

Elaine: Sit down first. You are getting the sauce onto your clothes.

Fuli: Try this. The wiki says, if you chew for 50 times, it will taste like petrol.

Igallta: Though AI has not been using petrol fuel for a long time, but still I appreciate your kindness.

Geopelia: Why I can’t turn on the TV? Hey Mill, your power does not consume one TV every time you use it, does it?

Mill: You are thinking too much. Just eat.

Naberius: The TV is fine. The streaming media signal is gone.

Geopelia: Oh yea, Lana you should go back to your live stream. Stop eating.

Lana: What’s wrong with you?

Gino: Just change a channel. [Takes the remote, and presses some buttons] There you go.

Geopelia: That makes sense.

[And so, everyone welcomes the new year in happiness and laughter.]

Lana: Welcome everyone to the channel! I’m back again~
Lana: Yah, Lana didn’t expect to be invited by the New Year’s Gala either. I’m just a gamer anyway
Lana: Ask actors to go there and sing is a Gala tradition? Who says I’m a faking actor? Don’t try to mess with me ok. Hey mod! Do something, mod!
[While Lana is arguing with the viewers, the door of the streaming studio opens. The specialist named Yomiga quietly moves behind Lana with her mission. Taking in a deep breath, she announces her arrival.]
Yomiga: Surrender now! ANOTHER ME!
Lana: !!!
[The tin guitar smashes. Lana makes a sharp dodge to her left and kicks the ground with her right foot. Holding onto the back of the chair, she spins one and a half round and lands gracefully. In a split second, Lana’s chance to win the fight sharply rises, making Yomiga, who is further away from the door, greatly disadvantaged instead.]
Lana: Who on earth are you! You can hate me for your unrequited love, but gosh don’t make it physical please!
Yomiga: Nonsense. I’m here to finish you off!
[Everyone in the editorial office, plus all the viewers, are watching this right now.]
Mill: Whims again. You want me to catch it for research?
Naberius: Wait, I might have seen that trouble making girl before.
Geopelia: [Sudden realization] Isn’t her the heroine of the new release of Pigeon Games? No wonder I find it familiar.
Fuli: [Emotionlessly] Ah right - That game studio, who took the portrait right of the editorial office yet doing no legitimate work, is making a new game.
Gino: They just only made the Phigros prototype. Do they even have enough time for the new project?
Geopelia: No idea. But the theme song for Coo-coo is ready. Heh.
Kalpa: It’s no good to just let them fight right?
Iris: There’s a weak point on the left! Attack the left!
Igallta: It’s really no good. Just bring them here, Mill.
Mill: Tsk, what a trouble.
[Despite saying that, Mill still walks up to the TV, clenches her fits, then slightly opens them, puts her fingers into the screen. The surrounding air vibrates at a high frequency, making a continuous deep drum noise.]
Kalpa: Is she manipulating space?
Iris: Sounds very impressive.
[The two from the other side of the screen feel something is wrong, as if an invisible force locking up their limbs, pulling them to the unknown faraway.]
Lana: This feeling, could it be!
Yomiga: New mechanism?
[Yomiga wants to change speciality. The lit-up bracelet terminal catches her attention. She uses up all the strength on her wrist to barely boot it up.]
Carmen: Desire value recognition anomaly detected this morning. Not any Act on the show confirmed. Mission aborted. Please return to the bese ASAP.
Yomiga: ???
Lana: I saw all of it, the message just now.
Yomiga: Ahem, there might be some misunderstanding between us.
Lana: I want my mental damage compensation! Half a million, no, 1 million!
Yomiga: Chill! We can talk.
Mill: Need me to call the cops?
[The moment Yomiga speaks, scenes before her eyes twist and turn like a kaleidoscope. At that moment, her thoughts go back to the pure white room of the beginning of birth. Countless possibilities and fear rise up her mind. She seems to have forgotten something important. Nit just travelling with \*, with the rest, and more.]
Mill: Wake up.
Yomiga: Ah.
Mill: It’s over, all the struggles.
Yomiga: You know my --
Mill: No I don’t. But you will rememder.
[Mill is a mystery. A forever unsolvable mystery.]
Lana: Stop chatting over there. Where is my compensation!
Kalpa I know you, Lana. You don’t really want the compensation.
Elaine: You’re just angry. Nothing wrong with it.
Iris: Lana is the cutest for not being frank!
Lana: [Blushes] I, I’m not that.
Yomiga: Sorry, my bad! I was too eager to go back to mt original world and I lost my cool!
Lana: You are making me embarrassed now······ All right, I forgive you.
Yomiga: I’m so touched!
Elaine: What a coincidence. We are not residents of Phigros either.
Yomiga: Is that so?
Geopelia: Well, Phigros has been pierced like a sieve.[People from the Phigros side really want to roast it but they held up.]
Iris: Kalpa, help her out.
Kalpa: I’m sorry, but I can only travel to other worlds by coordinates. I think Miss Mill should have a way though.Mill: Not now. You will go back. I promise.
Yomiga: [Upset] I guess we have to trust Miss Mill for now.
Fuli: Never mind all of those! The dishes are ready! Let’s have dinner!
Geopelia: The New Year’s Eve dinner! Yay!
Iris: [Stands up] Kalpa! This chicken is soooo delicious! Better that the ones I cooked! Elaine you should try it too!
Elaine: Sit down first. You are getting the sauce onto your clothes.
Fuli: Try this. The wiki says, if you chew for 50 times, it will taste like petrol.
Igallta: Though AI has not been using petrol fuel for a long time, but still I appreciate your kindness.
Geopelia: Why I can’t turn on the TV? Hey Mill, your power does not consume one TV every time you use it, does it?
Mill: You are thinking too much. Just eat.
Naberius: The TV is fine. The streaming media signal is gone.
Geopelia: Oh yea, Lana you should go back to your live stream. Stop eating.
Lana: What’s wrong with you?
Gino: Just change a channel. [Takes the remote, and presses some buttons] There you go.
Geopelia: That makes sense.
[And so, everyone welcomes the new year in happiness and laughter.]

**Decryption - The Last Notalium**ViewClose**DATE**771/05/10**SUPERVISOR**Geopelia**CATEGORY** main
""Still haven't found it yet?""

""Wrong key?""

Lanota, a subspace born from memories, carrying the shared memories of rhythm game players, has survived for centuries since it first docked at the Harbour, and has finally reached the beginning of the story.

In their quest to retrieve the world of colour, Fisika and Ritmo embarked on a journey. They first met Rossa and Nero from the Silence Border Guard, and then tracked down by Director Halpas - Geopelia chattered nonstop on the way here, trying to get Gino to understand the story of Lanota.

Ever since Ark Mirage, Gino has been active as a private detective, while Geopelia focused on tidying up the ""Legacy"". She rarely leaves her place in Dome, but this was an exception.

A blonde woman approached them, and hope that they could go to the world of Lanota to help her retrieve the loss, and the key to unlocking the subspace is:

""Still haven't found it yet?""
""Wrong key?""
Lanota, a subspace born from memories, carrying the shared memories of rhythm game players, has survived for centuries since it first docked at the Harbour, and has finally reached the beginning of the story.
In their quest to retrieve the world of colour, Fisika and Ritmo embarked on a journey. They first met Rossa and Nero from the Silence Border Guard, and then tracked down by Director Halpas - Geopelia chattered nonstop on the way here, trying to get Gino to understand the story of Lanota.
Ever since Ark Mirage, Gino has been active as a private detective, while Geopelia focused on tidying up the ""Legacy"". She rarely leaves her place in Dome, but this was an exception.
A blonde woman approached them, and hope that they could go to the world of Lanota to help her retrieve the loss, and the key to unlocking the subspace is:

**Decryption - Half A Letter**ViewClose**DATE**771/05/10**SUPERVISOR**Alpa**CATEGORY** main
They arrived at the tunnel of the National Institute of Notalium. One of the duties of the Silence Border Guard was to find the end of the tunnel.

The Notalium weapon, Apocalypse, has already been activated. A line of text slowly displayed on the surface of the device, ""Al Niente 95%"". Geopelia immediately realised, that they had already missed the very beginning of the story.

Geopelia said anxiously, ""Let's go to the Aircraft. Maybe we can still stop Ritmo and the others.""

""No worries, they'll be fine. Let's go to the institute first and get the stuff the client wants.""

It was only then that the player minded Geopelia remembered that the client had mentioned the whereabouts of the missing item. She summoned the adult Alpa, a black tiger 2 metres in size with a sharp gaze. With its breaths, a black mist filled all directions around, and within moments the location of the inssitute is discovered.

Upon arrival, Alpa used the old trick and found the item in a room full of clocks and objects with marks from the main layer. It was a letter written in a self-made language. Only the first half of it, while the second half was nowhere to be found.

""Meow~"" After completing its tasks, Alpa jumped straight into Geopelia's arms, still clinging to her as if it were a child. As for why tiger meows, that's a question for Coo-coo. ""I remember Fisika picking up an unreadable document. Could it be that?"" Geopelia added.

""Possible. So to the Administration headquarter?""

Gino looked toward Alpa.

Alpa gazed at the northern horizon. After a while, it seemed to have locked on to the target.

HINT: Complete Horizon Blue on any difficulty with a total of 0 miss and bad.

They arrived at the tunnel of the National Institute of Notalium. One of the duties of the Silence Border Guard was to find the end of the tunnel.
The Notalium weapon, Apocalypse, has already been activated. A line of text slowly displayed on the surface of the device, ""Al Niente 95%"". Geopelia immediately realised, that they had already missed the very beginning of the story.
Geopelia said anxiously, ""Let's go to the Aircraft. Maybe we can still stop Ritmo and the others.""
""No worries, they'll be fine. Let's go to the institute first and get the stuff the client wants.""
It was only then that the player minded Geopelia remembered that the client had mentioned the whereabouts of the missing item. She summoned the adult Alpa, a black tiger 2 metres in size with a sharp gaze. With its breaths, a black mist filled all directions around, and within moments the location of the inssitute is discovered.
Upon arrival, Alpa used the old trick and found the item in a room full of clocks and objects with marks from the main layer. It was a letter written in a self-made language. Only the first half of it, while the second half was nowhere to be found.
""Meow~"" After completing its tasks, Alpa jumped straight into Geopelia's arms, still clinging to her as if it were a child. As for why tiger meows, that's a question for Coo-coo. ""I remember Fisika picking up an unreadable document. Could it be that?"" Geopelia added.
""Possible. So to the Administration headquarter?""
Gino looked toward Alpa.
Alpa gazed at the northern horizon. After a while, it seemed to have locked on to the target.

HINT: Complete Horizon Blue on any difficulty with a total of 0 miss and bad.

**Decryption - Golem**ViewClose**DATE**771/05/10**SUPERVISOR**Gino**CATEGORY** main
They flew on their motorbike to the Notalium Administration headquarter, finding only debris and ruins.

""The fight is already over."" Gino sighed.

Kicking the mechanical golem who had lost its vitality, Geopelia looked at Gino bitter, as if she had missed something worth a billion.

""Don't think about it. Even if we caught it, they won't be dancing to Hirizon Blue's beat as they fight.""

""Not necessarily. We're in the Pixel Tower. Here anything's possible.""

As soon as Geopelia's words left her mouth, the Notalium on the golem's chest lit up and came back to life. It danced a bizzare move as the parasitic purplish-black vines quickly grew out and came towards them.

""Ms Goo Goo, your prediction just came true.""

""No, Mr DJ you dropped the wrong beat. I didn't ask for You are the miserable.""

""Does it matter?""

""It matters for Coo-coo!""

HINT: Complete You are the miserable AT difficulty with a total score above 820000.

They flew on their motorbike to the Notalium Administration headquarter, finding only debris and ruins.
""The fight is already over."" Gino sighed.
Kicking the mechanical golem who had lost its vitality, Geopelia looked at Gino bitter, as if she had missed something worth a billion.
""Don't think about it. Even if we caught it, they won't be dancing to Hirizon Blue's beat as they fight.""
""Not necessarily. We're in the Pixel Tower. Here anything's possible.""
As soon as Geopelia's words left her mouth, the Notalium on the golem's chest lit up and came back to life. It danced a bizzare move as the parasitic purplish-black vines quickly grew out and came towards them.
""Ms Goo Goo, your prediction just came true.""
""No, Mr DJ you dropped the wrong beat. I didn't ask for You are the miserable.""
""Does it matter?""
""It matters for Coo-coo!""

HINT: Complete You are the miserable AT difficulty with a total score above 820000.

**Decryption - The Client**ViewClose**DATE**771/05/10**SUPERVISOR**Gino**CATEGORY** main
A whim that was given life casually usually has limited power. The two didn't take long to end the fight, while Alpa had yet to detect their previously locked target. The dazzling golden organ had somehow materialised, with heaven and earth as its hall, and its music loud enough to resonate in all directions. The two sat side by side on the piano bench, playing Igallta together, not You are the miserable.

""Mr Detective, trust me, I didn't choose it. I would have chosen the one that merges."" Geopelia was still trying to explain.

""It wasn't me either. You know me, Ms Coo-coo. I would have chosen Rrhar'il.""

""A tune never heard before ......""

""Well, just came up with it."" Gino was thinking about how to move the organ, It would be bad if someone else saw it. ""A hound? Coo-coo - it feels like -""

She examined the organ's windpipe as if she had spotted something and suddenly stood up, ""Something's wrong. Lanota is a naturally occurring memory typed subspace. No one can enter except during periods of concentrated whimify. How could the client lose items in a closed state subspace...""

Gino's eyes shifted as he realised, ""Unless-""

HINT: Complete Stasis AT difficulty with a total score above 700000.

A whim that was given life casually usually has limited power. The two didn't take long to end the fight, while Alpa had yet to detect their previously locked target. The dazzling golden organ had somehow materialised, with heaven and earth as its hall, and its music loud enough to resonate in all directions. The two sat side by side on the piano bench, playing Igallta together, not You are the miserable.
""Mr Detective, trust me, I didn't choose it. I would have chosen the one that merges."" Geopelia was still trying to explain.
""It wasn't me either. You know me, Ms Coo-coo. I would have chosen Rrhar'il.""
""A tune never heard before ......""
""Well, just came up with it."" Gino was thinking about how to move the organ, It would be bad if someone else saw it. ""A hound? Coo-coo - it feels like -""
She examined the organ's windpipe as if she had spotted something and suddenly stood up, ""Something's wrong. Lanota is a naturally occurring memory typed subspace. No one can enter except during periods of concentrated whimify. How could the client lose items in a closed state subspace...""
Gino's eyes shifted as he realised, ""Unless-""

HINT: Complete Stasis AT difficulty with a total score above 700000.

**Sound of Life**ViewClose**DATE**771/05/10**SUPERVISOR**Geopelia**CATEGORY** main
Mother of Notalium, Ena, wife of Director Halpas, entrusted others to establish the Silence Border Guard before she passed away.

"Notalium must be destroyed." It was their only principle.

But, could this be the end of the story.

The organization is looking for the end of the tunnel, and there are only two things at the end - a pipe organ with the words "Ena, wait for me" written on it, and an airship that flies to the headquarter of the Notalium Administration.

Is this all a coincidence.

"The flower language of the forget-me-not is 'hope'."

The chime rings, and nature has its own rhythm. Under the apple tree, the boys set off for the "outside world". The bard plays the tune of midnight, rubbing the disc to bring back a heart full of colours.

At the end of the story, is there the peace of Notalium's disappearance.

I hope not.

Agilely, she climbs up the branches of the giant tree to pick a ripe fruit, with its sweet flesh and solid core beneath its reddish skin. It really does take a veteran detective to find what she lost.

"Have you found it."

"Found it."

To the client - for you who love Lanota

Mother of Notalium, Ena, wife of Director Halpas, entrusted others to establish the Silence Border Guard before she passed away.
"Notalium must be destroyed." It was their only principle.
But, could this be the end of the story.
The organization is looking for the end of the tunnel, and there are only two things at the end - a pipe organ with the words "Ena, wait for me" written on it, and an airship that flies to the headquarter of the Notalium Administration.
Is this all a coincidence.
"The flower language of the forget-me-not is 'hope'."
The chime rings, and nature has its own rhythm. Under the apple tree, the boys set off for the "outside world". The bard plays the tune of midnight, rubbing the disc to bring back a heart full of colours.
At the end of the story, is there the peace of Notalium's disappearance.
I hope not.
Agilely, she climbs up the branches of the giant tree to pick a ripe fruit, with its sweet flesh and solid core beneath its reddish skin. It really does take a veteran detective to find what she lost.
"Have you found it."
"Found it."

To the client - for you who love Lanota

## Chapter I

**Stave No.0**ViewClose**DATE** 770/05/21 **SUPERVISOR** Mirror **CATEGORY** main
(Excerpt from Phigros Project)

For once you were a wandering organism,

With no religion, yet received baptism.

Like white vines on a holy stone atop the firmament,

With the order the sword was drawn out of sheath.

How I want, the ice got scattered by an axe from the heavens,

And hunger no longer haunts the abyss.

The elder listened, thought and sighed,

""Build a tower to challenge the sky.""

(Excerpt from Phigros Project)

For once you were a wandering organism,
With no religion, yet received baptism.

Like white vines on a holy stone atop the firmament,
With the order the sword was drawn out of sheath.

How I want, the ice got scattered by an axe from the heavens,
And hunger no longer haunts the abyss.

The elder listened, thought and sighed,
""Build a tower to challenge the sky.""

**Stave No.1**ViewClose**DATE**770/03/27**SUPERVISOR**Deathmark**CATEGORY**main
Escape.

Now that the rainbow fades,

Where,

Where else might it stay?

Where there be

Fragrance inside the posies,

Echoes beneath the memories,

Spirits from the awakened,

Dreams above the illusions,

There be my home.

Escape.

Now that the rainbow fades,
Where,
Where else might it stay?
Where there be
Fragrance inside the posies,
Echoes beneath the memories,
Spirits from the awakened,
Dreams above the illusions,
There be my home.

**Stave No.2**ViewClose**DATE**770/02/29**SUPERVISOR**Deathmark**CATEGORY**main
Glaciaxia, melting.

Chasing the sun went the birds o' gods,

Beneath the poem shone the lights and howls.

A bird summoned by the spring,

A sword glittered for the win.

Met at the summit, chased with the winds.

Down fell the feathers, in rain they rinsed.

A tongue that twisted, two shadows there stood,

The firmament above touched the recital at foot.

Listen, Mount Sierra, coiled by the wind -

What was she saying?

Why was she crying?

The floods unleashed mercy no being,

The milk spilt needed no regretting.

Should we rest, may we wait,

Not too far the chance awaits.

Glaciaxia, melting.

Chasing the sun went the birds o' gods,
Beneath the poem shone the lights and howls.
A bird summoned by the spring,
A sword glittered for the win.
Met at the summit, chased with the winds.
Down fell the feathers, in rain they rinsed.
A tongue that twisted, two shadows there stood,
The firmament above touched the recital at foot.
Listen, Mount Sierra, coiled by the wind -
What was she saying?
Why was she crying?
The floods unleashed mercy no being,
The milk spilt needed no regretting.
Should we rest, may we wait,
Not too far the chance awaits.

**Stave No.3**ViewClose**DATE**770/03/01**SUPERVISOR**Deathmark**CATEGORY**main
Coo, coo, coo,

Bubble, bubble, bubble.

Fine fish skin with boiled white apple, take a sip and let your spirits free.

A string twanged as a spur of the moment, wonder why someone would become addict.

For decades long there was no music but the sound of death near the river.Please just stay at my humble house, and detail what wind blew you here.

Coo, coo, coo,
Bubble, bubble, bubble.

Fine fish skin with boiled white apple, take a sip and let your spirits free.
A string twanged as a spur of the moment, wonder why someone would become addict.
For decades long there was no music but the sound of death near the river.Please just stay at my humble house, and detail what wind blew you here.

**Stave No.4**ViewClose**DATE**770/03/06**SUPERVISOR**Deathmark**CATEGORY**main
Do people's identities really hold any value…

Whoever lives owns a name,

Whoever dies owns a name.

For fame being live,

For what the dead prolong?

Would they, if ever, be reborn?

Do people's identities really hold any value…

Whoever lives owns a name,
Whoever dies owns a name.
For fame being live,
For what the dead prolong?
Would they, if ever, be reborn?

**Stave No.5**ViewClose**DATE**770/03/03**SUPERVISOR**Deathmark**CATEGORY**main
Unable to learn how to write poetry…

Spring, the elusive season of recovery.

Unable to learn how to write poetry…

Spring, the elusive season of recovery.

**Stave No.6**ViewClose**DATE**770/03/32**SUPERVISOR**Deathmark**CATEGORY**main
Hikari.

Here we are in the age of exile,

Shall irises bloom, and my mist die,

Lacerated by shafts o' light,

Seeking path through the hazy sky.

Hikari.

Here we are in the age of exile,
Shall irises bloom, and my mist die,
Lacerated by shafts o' light,
Seeking path through the hazy sky.

**[Item] The Alpa Pen**ViewClose**DATE**770/02/29**SUPERVISOR**Geopelia**CATEGORY**Bold
"A pure white recording pen belonging to Geopelia. It has a mope sticker on the right, along with the names ""Geopelia"" and ""Falcon"" carved on the back.

The pen is equipped with an AI assistant called MeowAlpa, which records everything she writes.

Although it does not have a conciousness, it occasionally produces strange noises, seemingly without cause."

"Date: 770/03/03

Geopelia uses it to record what she hears, as well as any ideas that pop into her head. Over time Alpa has gathered a rich collection of often embarrasing, dark, or even incomprehensible meoms.

Gino: What do you even keep in this pen?

Geopelia: My brother told me that secrets can only be shared width close friends. Are you my close friend?

Gino: Hmm… Hard to say. What do you think?

Geopelia: Well, he also told me that friends won't pry into other's secrets. Soo, I guess you aren't!.

Gino: Ah, I see your brother is truly a master of logic.

Geopelia: He sure is!

"

"Date: 2083/09/03

Geopelia has recieved the pen on her 10th birthday, and it has been her most treasured posession ever since.

Falcon: A bit further… Aghhh!

[A heavy object drops to the floor]

Joiec: Geez, are you alright man?

Falcon: I'm fine, it's just a scratch, I'll take care of it.

[Falcon turned on the tap. The sink reflects the image of Alpa, sound asleep.]

Falcon: I'm almost… there…"

"Date: 770/03/06

Meowalpha was a college graduation project made by Geopelia's brother. Alpa's intelligence is a bit higher than an ordinary cat's, but it is still able to record, categorize, play back and change the format of anything Geopelia writes. Sometimes it leaves the pen, as a holographic cat.

Geopelia: Alpa is soo quiet today…

Gino: It's probably sleeping. It's in standby, after all. Hey, you, newbie! Hurry up and finish the report, we want to go.

Geopelia: Say, wanna grab dinner with me?

Gino: As long as it's not the biscuites...

Geopelia: Roger that!"

"Date: 770/04/02

Geopelia has recently developed a strange habit. After writing down a journal entry, she will modify its frequency and insert it into the entry itself. If you hear bizarre noises, you might consider cracking it.

"

"Date: 770/04/03

In the middle od the night Alpa assumed a physical form and sneaked out of the pen. It was found and apprehended by Kuzumi, who at the time was painting in the hallway. So the two spent a pleasant fantasy night together.

Kuzumi: Where did this kitten come from? So cute~

Alpa: Woof!

Kuzumi: A bark?!

[Kuzumi suddenly felt enlightened, held Alpa up and began shouting]

Kuzumi: I understand now! You are a divine gift bestowed upon me by the goddess of of inspiration!

Alpa: Meow~

[Alpa latched onto Kuzumi's thigh and let out a moan. Kuzumi's head was bursting with ideas, her little notepad gradually getting filled with page after page of adventures of Alpa the cat. Kuzumi had a feeling, that whis would have made for a great picture book series.]

"

"Date: 770/06/01

The transit sticker of the Maze well was so pretty, that Geopelia just couldn't help but keep it.

Geopelia: Alpa, initiate scanning & fancification!

[MeowAlpa seemed slightly dissatisfied about getting woken up, and after the process the incessant drowsiness sent it back to sleep.]"

"A pure white recording pen belonging to Geopelia. It has a mope sticker on the right, along with the names ""Geopelia"" and ""Falcon"" carved on the back.
The pen is equipped with an AI assistant called MeowAlpa, which records everything she writes.
Although it does not have a conciousness, it occasionally produces strange noises, seemingly without cause."

"Date: 770/03/03
Geopelia uses it to record what she hears, as well as any ideas that pop into her head. Over time Alpa has gathered a rich collection of often embarrasing, dark, or even incomprehensible meoms.
Gino: What do you even keep in this pen?
Geopelia: My brother told me that secrets can only be shared width close friends. Are you my close friend?
Gino: Hmm… Hard to say. What do you think?
Geopelia: Well, he also told me that friends won't pry into other's secrets. Soo, I guess you aren't!.
Gino: Ah, I see your brother is truly a master of logic.
Geopelia: He sure is!
"

"Date: 2083/09/03
Geopelia has recieved the pen on her 10th birthday, and it has been her most treasured posession ever since.
Falcon: A bit further… Aghhh!
[A heavy object drops to the floor]
Joiec: Geez, are you alright man?
Falcon: I'm fine, it's just a scratch, I'll take care of it.
[Falcon turned on the tap. The sink reflects the image of Alpa, sound asleep.]
Falcon: I'm almost… there…"

"Date: 770/03/06
Meowalpha was a college graduation project made by Geopelia's brother. Alpa's intelligence is a bit higher than an ordinary cat's, but it is still able to record, categorize, play back and change the format of anything Geopelia writes. Sometimes it leaves the pen, as a holographic cat.
Geopelia: Alpa is soo quiet today…
Gino: It's probably sleeping. It's in standby, after all. Hey, you, newbie! Hurry up and finish the report, we want to go.
Geopelia: Say, wanna grab dinner with me?
Gino: As long as it's not the biscuites...
Geopelia: Roger that!"

"Date: 770/04/02
Geopelia has recently developed a strange habit. After writing down a journal entry, she will modify its frequency and insert it into the entry itself. If you hear bizarre noises, you might consider cracking it.
"

"Date: 770/04/03
In the middle od the night Alpa assumed a physical form and sneaked out of the pen. It was found and apprehended by Kuzumi, who at the time was painting in the hallway. So the two spent a pleasant fantasy night together.
Kuzumi: Where did this kitten come from? So cute~
Alpa: Woof!
Kuzumi: A bark?!
[Kuzumi suddenly felt enlightened, held Alpa up and began shouting]
Kuzumi: I understand now! You are a divine gift bestowed upon me by the goddess of of inspiration!
Alpa: Meow~
[Alpa latched onto Kuzumi's thigh and let out a moan. Kuzumi's head was bursting with ideas, her little notepad gradually getting filled with page after page of adventures of Alpa the cat. Kuzumi had a feeling, that whis would have made for a great picture book series.]
"

"Date: 770/06/01
The transit sticker of the Maze well was so pretty, that Geopelia just couldn't help but keep it.

Geopelia: Alpa, initiate scanning & fancification!
[MeowAlpa seemed slightly dissatisfied about getting woken up, and after the process the incessant drowsiness sent it back to sleep.]"

**[Rec] Mountain Breeze**ViewClose**DATE**770/02/29**SUPERVISOR**Geopelia**CATEGORY**souvenir**LENGTH**10'32"
The audio records abnormal wuthering winds across the Wells. The howls and whistles echo through the walls, like the growls of otherwordly beasts.

The long, and high-pitched sound stopped after a few minutes, only to make way for a tide of stronger sounds, reverberating and bouncing around the well.

Whispers cascade down, lamenting the icy doomsday, accompanied by the wind's whistles, create a twisted symphony -

- Someone broke through the door, and the recording stopped abruptly.

The audio records abnormal wuthering winds across the Wells. The howls and whistles echo through the walls, like the growls of otherwordly beasts.
The long, and high-pitched sound stopped after a few minutes, only to make way for a tide of stronger sounds, reverberating and bouncing around the well.
Whispers cascade down, lamenting the icy doomsday, accompanied by the wind's whistles, create a twisted symphony -
- Someone broke through the door, and the recording stopped abruptly.

**[Item] Team VII Badge**ViewClose**DATE**770/03/02**SUPERVISOR**Geopelia**CATEGORY**souvenir
The proof of Geopelia's Team VII membership. It depicts an anemone blooming on a snowy field.

The proof of Geopelia's Team VII membership. It depicts an anemone blooming on a snowy field.

**[Rec] Hot Pot**ViewClose**DATE**770/03/01**SUPERVISOR**Geopelia**CATEGORY**souvenir**LENGTH**5'21"
"Inside the steaming copper hotpot, fine slices of fresh salmon are spinning in the oily broth.

The shiny, gray skin outlines the fillets, while green onion and coriander swirl and dance around them.

As the tongue touches the crisp, rich fish, it sizzles and melts inside the mouth, warms up the body, and frees the soul from the chilly weather outside. With every spoon, the heart becomes warmer, as all worries melt away."

"Inside the steaming copper hotpot, fine slices of fresh salmon are spinning in the oily broth.
The shiny, gray skin outlines the fillets, while green onion and coriander swirl and dance around them.
As the tongue touches the crisp, rich fish, it sizzles and melts inside the mouth, warms up the body, and frees the soul from the chilly weather outside. With every spoon, the heart becomes warmer, as all worries melt away."

**[Rec] Sleep**ViewClose**DATE**770/03/17**SUPERVISOR**Geopelia**CATEGORY**main**LENGTH**21'5"
"The light was still lit.

I opened the window.

The moon was swimming through the clouds,

the firmament was dyed with slashes of meteors.

The wind was coming from the distant tower, twisted and swirled into my cabin.

The icy weather made me shiver, so I had no choice but to close the windows and crawl back into my warm quilt.

I turned my desktop on and began playing my recordings from the past, pen in hand.

Never was a single word written.Given up on the work, I gazed out of the window again -

there seemed to be something different beyond the mist.

There was a tower - or maybe not, as it was too big to see its end, too tall to find its top. Wearing the clouds, it seemed to be accompanied with flying creatures - or more like whales - looking at my world from the heights.

""How could there be such a tower...

It didn't exist yesterday."

"Listening to Gino's even breathing, I can't help but follow the rhythm -

One, two, one, two...

So gentle and calm, comforting and reassuring.

""You still awake?""

The rhythm stopped abruptly. Has he awkoen?

""Haven't I told you to… not to stay up too late...""

Gino shook the bed frame, making it squeak slightly. I pushed on it, the noise stopped.

Ahh~~ So... Sleepy...

I'll just rest for now, there is always tomorrow. And so today's diary ends here. Nighty night.

"The light was still lit.
I opened the window.
The moon was swimming through the clouds,
the firmament was dyed with slashes of meteors.
The wind was coming from the distant tower, twisted and swirled into my cabin.
The icy weather made me shiver, so I had no choice but to close the windows and crawl back into my warm quilt.
I turned my desktop on and began playing my recordings from the past, pen in hand.
Never was a single word written.Given up on the work, I gazed out of the window again -
there seemed to be something different beyond the mist.
There was a tower - or maybe not, as it was too big to see its end, too tall to find its top. Wearing the clouds, it seemed to be accompanied with flying creatures - or more like whales - looking at my world from the heights.
""How could there be such a tower...
It didn't exist yesterday."

"Listening to Gino's even breathing, I can't help but follow the rhythm -
One, two, one, two...
So gentle and calm, comforting and reassuring.
""You still awake?""
The rhythm stopped abruptly. Has he awkoen?
""Haven't I told you to… not to stay up too late...""
Gino shook the bed frame, making it squeak slightly. I pushed on it, the noise stopped.
Ahh~~ So... Sleepy...
I'll just rest for now, there is always tomorrow. And so today's diary ends here. Nighty night.

**[Rec] Snow**ViewClose**DATE**770/03/03**SUPERVISOR**Geopelia**CATEGORY**Souvenir
The white floc is soft and gentle, almost resembling cotton candy. Floating on the other side of the mountain, emitting the sounds of creeking foam when stepped on. it seems to have no use other than depriving the body of warmth. Gino told us that it's called ""snow"". It's been a long time since the vast glaciers have last dawned this mellow soft coating. The beautiful sight wasn't the only positive. Snow means clouds. Clouds mean water. Water means that the climate is actually warming up. Perhaps in the future the icy lakes will run once again, and the fish will leave the lowest parts of the waters, and multiply near the surface.

""The Fish Festival will arrive in half a month. You'll love it""

The white floc is soft and gentle, almost resembling cotton candy. Floating on the other side of the mountain, emitting the sounds of creeking foam when stepped on. it seems to have no use other than depriving the body of warmth. Gino told us that it's called ""snow"". It's been a long time since the vast glaciers have last dawned this mellow soft coating. The beautiful sight wasn't the only positive. Snow means clouds. Clouds mean water. Water means that the climate is actually warming up. Perhaps in the future the icy lakes will run once again, and the fish will leave the lowest parts of the waters, and multiply near the surface.
""The Fish Festival will arrive in half a month. You'll love it""

**[Item] Trophon**ViewClose**DATE**770/02/29**SUPERVISOR**Gino**CATEGORY**Bold
"Gino's treasured amphibious motor. It is capable of traversing various enviroments, thanks to Captain Dlyro's modifications. It has gliding boards for snowy terrain, but can retract them and transform into a powerful land motor, with only a press of a button."

"Date: 770/03/03

Geopelia is on really good terms with the captain, which often arouses the other teammates' envy.

Carl: Cap seems to like the new girl a lot...

Theo: I guess you're right, haven;t really noticed it before. Maybe because she's cute?

Carl: Oh, so you think she's cute?Theo: [visibly embarrassed] N… No, that's nonsense!

Carl: Come on man, everyone knows you have a thing for her. You should discuss that with the captain at the festival.

Theo: I...

(Theo quickly glanced at Dlyro was chatting with the tea and seemed to be in good mood. Theo thought to himself for a long time, and seemed to have made up his mind.)"

"Date: 770/03/06

A special coded pattern on Trophon's side allows members of the patrol to identify Gino easily. When he first joined the patrol, he spent a lot of time on fine tuning the design. His efforts were successful, as nobody outside of the partol team has ever been able to crack it.

"

"Date: 770/03/32

During the escape, Trophon's rear-view mirrors were swallowed by the black vortex."

"Date: 770/04/03

With the help of some scavengers, Trophon's tires and rear-view mirrors were replaced, and a makeshift broadcasting system was installed.

Kouma: Test, test, Trophon do you copy?

Geopelia: Roger. Awaiting orders.

Kouma: Engine - start!

Geopelia: Top gear!

Gino: You're getting a bit too excited....

Geopelia: Accompany me for a lap, Gino!

Gino: Okay, hold on tight, don't get blown away!

[Trophon's engine roared, Geopelia felt the behemoth;s powerful roar underneath her body, and lifted her feet off the ground. The sudden acceleration made her panic fora bit, and she instinctively tightened her grasp around Gino, and secretly closed her eyes. And with that the two vanished into the hoodoos.]"

"Date: 770/06/04

Trophon stored in the cargo, arrived on the Third Floor ahead of time. However upon arrval, it peaked the interest of a warehouse clerk named Brenda. She prides herself on being an inventor, and despite her lack of expertise, she decided to do a couple of experiments on the motorbike. By some miracle, she succesfully modded Trophon with a flight module. However the CarryYouFly module she used was extremely unstable.

Gino: I told you it's ,y motorbike. I have all the papers here, why can't I just take it back?

Branda: According to the rules, for items stored in the warehouse for a time exceeding two months, the warehouse master's signature is required, and an overtime charge has to be paid. You have to wait for the administrator, I simply do not have the authoruty to give it to you.

[Branda hides behind the newspaper, occasionally peeking at Geopelia, having no idea what she could be contemplating. She never would have expexted that someone would actually come and withdraw it, and if they found out about the mod, it could mean losing her job. Or even worse...]

"Gino's treasured amphibious motor. It is capable of traversing various enviroments, thanks to Captain Dlyro's modifications. It has gliding boards for snowy terrain, but can retract them and transform into a powerful land motor, with only a press of a button."

"Date: 770/03/03
Geopelia is on really good terms with the captain, which often arouses the other teammates' envy.
Carl: Cap seems to like the new girl a lot...
Theo: I guess you're right, haven;t really noticed it before. Maybe because she's cute?
Carl: Oh, so you think she's cute?Theo: [visibly embarrassed] N… No, that's nonsense!
Carl: Come on man, everyone knows you have a thing for her. You should discuss that with the captain at the festival.
Theo: I...
(Theo quickly glanced at Dlyro was chatting with the tea and seemed to be in good mood. Theo thought to himself for a long time, and seemed to have made up his mind.)"

"Date: 770/03/06
A special coded pattern on Trophon's side allows members of the patrol to identify Gino easily. When he first joined the patrol, he spent a lot of time on fine tuning the design. His efforts were successful, as nobody outside of the partol team has ever been able to crack it.
"

"Date: 770/03/32
During the escape, Trophon's rear-view mirrors were swallowed by the black vortex."

"Date: 770/04/03
With the help of some scavengers, Trophon's tires and rear-view mirrors were replaced, and a makeshift broadcasting system was installed.
Kouma: Test, test, Trophon do you copy?
Geopelia: Roger. Awaiting orders.
Kouma: Engine - start!
Geopelia: Top gear!
Gino: You're getting a bit too excited....
Geopelia: Accompany me for a lap, Gino!
Gino: Okay, hold on tight, don't get blown away!
[Trophon's engine roared, Geopelia felt the behemoth;s powerful roar underneath her body, and lifted her feet off the ground. The sudden acceleration made her panic fora bit, and she instinctively tightened her grasp around Gino, and secretly closed her eyes. And with that the two vanished into the hoodoos.]"

"Date: 770/06/04
Trophon stored in the cargo, arrived on the Third Floor ahead of time. However upon arrval, it peaked the interest of a warehouse clerk named Brenda. She prides herself on being an inventor, and despite her lack of expertise, she decided to do a couple of experiments on the motorbike. By some miracle, she succesfully modded Trophon with a flight module. However the CarryYouFly module she used was extremely unstable.
Gino: I told you it's ,y motorbike. I have all the papers here, why can't I just take it back?
Branda: According to the rules, for items stored in the warehouse for a time exceeding two months, the warehouse master's signature is required, and an overtime charge has to be paid. You have to wait for the administrator, I simply do not have the authoruty to give it to you.
[Branda hides behind the newspaper, occasionally peeking at Geopelia, having no idea what she could be contemplating. She never would have expexted that someone would actually come and withdraw it, and if they found out about the mod, it could mean losing her job. Or even worse...]

**[Item] Airdrop Biscuits**ViewClose**DATE**770/03/04**SUPERVISOR**The Patrol Team VII Warehouse / Geopelia**CATEGORY**main
"Extremely unpalatable compressed biscuits. They are airdropped into the patrol camp on a weekly basis.They seem to not appear on the official supply reports... And also sometimes come with chili sauce, that;s said to replenish vitamin C very effectively."

"Date: 770/05/23

On the third day of venturing into the Sewer Maze, Geopelia, having ran out of all other provisions, reluctantly pulled a bag of the biscuits out of her pocket. Despite the dubious origins and the terrible taste of the dreaded biscuits, her mounting hunger overwhelmed her better judgement. She washed the food down with chili sauce."

"Extremely unpalatable compressed biscuits. They are airdropped into the patrol camp on a weekly basis.They seem to not appear on the official supply reports... And also sometimes come with chili sauce, that;s said to replenish vitamin C very effectively."

"Date: 770/05/23
On the third day of venturing into the Sewer Maze, Geopelia, having ran out of all other provisions, reluctantly pulled a bag of the biscuits out of her pocket. Despite the dubious origins and the terrible taste of the dreaded biscuits, her mounting hunger overwhelmed her better judgement. She washed the food down with chili sauce."

**[Item] Ancient Flute**ViewClose**DATE**770/03/03**SUPERVISOR**Gino**CATEGORY**Bold
The only non-electronic musical instrument in Glaciaxia. Due to its complexity and minimal wear, it is considered the most prided treasure in Gino's hometown.

Geopelia: Wait, you brought this thing from your home""town""? aren't you from glaciers?Gino: It's not a town, just a regular patrol encampment. But the flute did make it at least somewhat special. Having a unique relic from before the Frozen Age, especially one this well preserved... it must be about 700 years old, and it still looks new...

Geopelia: Eeeh? If it's so valuable, how come a cokoo lice you gets to keep it?

Gino: The captain said that if the flute wasn't nourished with emotions and melodies, it would melt into the glacier, and disappear like so many other instruments. Erraneous as that is, I still promised to practice it from time to time, out of respect for him. He did think it was the only way to truly protect it...

Geopelia: Oh. really?"

"Date: 01/09/35

Gino recieves a clue from 115. After opening it, he was faced with the revelation that elements of the flute resemble parts of the Tower.

The only non-electronic musical instrument in Glaciaxia. Due to its complexity and minimal wear, it is considered the most prided treasure in Gino's hometown.
Geopelia: Wait, you brought this thing from your home""town""? aren't you from glaciers?Gino: It's not a town, just a regular patrol encampment. But the flute did make it at least somewhat special. Having a unique relic from before the Frozen Age, especially one this well preserved... it must be about 700 years old, and it still looks new...
Geopelia: Eeeh? If it's so valuable, how come a cokoo lice you gets to keep it?
Gino: The captain said that if the flute wasn't nourished with emotions and melodies, it would melt into the glacier, and disappear like so many other instruments. Erraneous as that is, I still promised to practice it from time to time, out of respect for him. He did think it was the only way to truly protect it...
Geopelia: Oh. really?"

"Date: 01/09/35
Gino recieves a clue from 115. After opening it, he was faced with the revelation that elements of the flute resemble parts of the Tower.

**[Rec] Orioles**ViewClose**DATE**1/03/03**SUPERVISOR**Geopelia**CATEGORY**Souvenir**LENGTH**3'42"
With the digital flame dancing slowly in the station's fireplace, a performer took her flute out of its case, and proclaimed: ""Here's a melody I wrote for you, to celebrate this happy day""

She then played a song, that without any lyrics, somehow still conveted a clear meaning. It's as if the flute itself was singing about Orioles, the symbol of happiness, waking up with spring just around the corner. Dreaming of melting the endless glaciers, of the world once more coming to file after the winter, of the snow desert evaporating once and for all. forever longing for the days when the flowers were innocent, and the world was more than pits and flying platforms. Days long gone, almost entirely forgotten, the flute being one of their only reminders not buried under tons of ice.

With the digital flame dancing slowly in the station's fireplace, a performer took her flute out of its case, and proclaimed: ""Here's a melody I wrote for you, to celebrate this happy day""
She then played a song, that without any lyrics, somehow still conveted a clear meaning. It's as if the flute itself was singing about Orioles, the symbol of happiness, waking up with spring just around the corner. Dreaming of melting the endless glaciers, of the world once more coming to file after the winter, of the snow desert evaporating once and for all. forever longing for the days when the flowers were innocent, and the world was more than pits and flying platforms. Days long gone, almost entirely forgotten, the flute being one of their only reminders not buried under tons of ice.

**[Item] Dorm Key**ViewClose**DATE**770/03/01**SUPERVISOR**Geopelia**CATEGORY**Souvenir
Key to the Team VII dormitory in which Geopelia and Gino reside. Geopelia usually keeps it inside her hat, to avoid losing it.

Gino: Geopelia, unlock the door already! I need to get my shower things.

Geopelia: The user you are trying to reach is currently busy. Please call again later

[Suddenly there was a loud bang, as if something heavy had been dropped, followed by some muffled groans.] Gino: It definitely doesn't sound like you're changing, you cuckoo!

Geopelia: I'm not a cuckoo!

[Geopelia opened the door, wearing nothing but a plain shirt. She looked around to make sure no other team members were nearby, and threw a pile of clothes at Gino.]

Geopelia: Go take you shower, and don't even dare to ocme bck before 10!

Gino: Wait, were you snooping through my closet? [He looks closer, only to realize that the shirt she was wearing was part of his uniform.]

Geopelia: Hmph. A cuckoo wouldn't be interested in your smelly rags!

[Geopelia slammed the door shut, causing a gust og wind that made Gino squint.]

Key to the Team VII dormitory in which Geopelia and Gino reside. Geopelia usually keeps it inside her hat, to avoid losing it.
Gino: Geopelia, unlock the door already! I need to get my shower things.
Geopelia: The user you are trying to reach is currently busy. Please call again later
[Suddenly there was a loud bang, as if something heavy had been dropped, followed by some muffled groans.] Gino: It definitely doesn't sound like you're changing, you cuckoo!
Geopelia: I'm not a cuckoo!
[Geopelia opened the door, wearing nothing but a plain shirt. She looked around to make sure no other team members were nearby, and threw a pile of clothes at Gino.]
Geopelia: Go take you shower, and don't even dare to ocme bck before 10!
Gino: Wait, were you snooping through my closet? [He looks closer, only to realize that the shirt she was wearing was part of his uniform.]
Geopelia: Hmph. A cuckoo wouldn't be interested in your smelly rags!
[Geopelia slammed the door shut, causing a gust og wind that made Gino squint.]

**[Item] Demice horn**ViewClose**DATE**770/03/07**SUPERVISOR**Geopelia**CATEGORY**Souvenir
Demices that come out their abyss-like wells are often hunted, as their bodies are full of valuable materials. Their horns are the most widely sought after, as they are crucial in the creation of many items, both as a tool and an ingredient. They can even be polished enough to create crystal bags, used to contain large amounts of fish.

Demices that come out their abyss-like wells are often hunted, as their bodies are full of valuable materials. Their horns are the most widely sought after, as they are crucial in the creation of many items, both as a tool and an ingredient. They can even be polished enough to create crystal bags, used to contain large amounts of fish.

**[Item] Electro magnetic Shotgun**ViewClose**DATE**770/03/07**SUPERVISOR**Gino**CATEGORY**Souvenir
Team VII's flagship weapon. Its arching barrel design is beloved by many team members.

Team VII's flagship weapon. Its arching barrel design is beloved by many team members.

**[Item] Fish Basket**ViewClose**DATE**770/03/17**SUPERVISOR**Geopelia**CATEGORY**Souvenir
Geopelia's dedicated fish basket that she aquired during the previous Fish Festival. Made from a Demice's ribcage, it is very sturdy, completely water resistant, and relatively lightweight. Obtaining the necessary materials for the accessory's creation is obviously dangerous, but people still do it, as the baskets are a necessity during the great hunt.

Geopelia's dedicated fish basket that she aquired during the previous Fish Festival. Made from a Demice's ribcage, it is very sturdy, completely water resistant, and relatively lightweight. Obtaining the necessary materials for the accessory's creation is obviously dangerous, but people still do it, as the baskets are a necessity during the great hunt.

**[Rec] Fish show**ViewClose**DATE**770/03/17**SUPERVISOR**Geopelia**CATEGORY**souvenir**LENGTH**5'21"
Baits are set, hooks are tight, fisherman are standing by.

In no time, the sharp twisted forks alight, the sounds of splashing.

The river ice was dyed with the color of the strong conquering the weak. Bloody red.

If the hunt is the nature's gift to mankind, what is it for the prey?

Is it an inescapable fate, or a disaster that cannot be predicted?

Baits are set, hooks are tight, fisherman are standing by.
In no time, the sharp twisted forks alight, the sounds of splashing.
The river ice was dyed with the color of the strong conquering the weak. Bloody red.
If the hunt is the nature's gift to mankind, what is it for the prey?
Is it an inescapable fate, or a disaster that cannot be predicted?

**[Item] Strand of Hair**ViewClose**DATE**770/03/23**SUPERVISOR**Dlyro**CATEGORY**Souvenir
Virtually the only proof of Theo's existance before being taken away by a demice. It was handed to Captain Dlyro by Carl, who was Theo's partner, and witnessed his death.

""Run… before… it's too late… They… They're coming… the well…""

Virtually the only proof of Theo's existance before being taken away by a demice. It was handed to Captain Dlyro by Carl, who was Theo's partner, and witnessed his death.
""Run… before… it's too late… They… They're coming… the well…""

**[Rec] The Black Vortex**ViewClose**DATE**770/03/32**SUPERVISOR**Geopelia **CATEGORY**main**LENGTH**1'1"
A ditch of forever stagnant water, where no breeze can create ripples.

Hard as you search in the pile of waste, a new world cannot be created.

""Alpa Recoreding: Today is the first day of march, and the glaciers met a huge disaster. Ashes from the tower lit every stationed person on fire, a the abyss swallowed the entire horizon, sucking up all light. We rushed toward Mount Sierra, Dlyro that this is the only path protected by the tower.""

A ditch of forever stagnant water, where no breeze can create ripples.
Hard as you search in the pile of waste, a new world cannot be created.
""Alpa Recoreding: Today is the first day of march, and the glaciers met a huge disaster. Ashes from the tower lit every stationed person on fire, a the abyss swallowed the entire horizon, sucking up all light. We rushed toward Mount Sierra, Dlyro that this is the only path protected by the tower.""

**[Image] Dark Bile**ViewClose**DATE**1/03/32**SUPERVISOR**Geopelia**CATEGORY**Souvenir
During the motorbike escape, Geopelia took some strange photos. Some of them depict what seem to be dark balls of fat coming out of people's bodies, leaving behind irregular marks on the snow. As grotesque and surreal as the sight was, when looking at the pictures, Geopelia felt a certain sense of familiarity

During the motorbike escape, Geopelia took some strange photos. Some of them depict what seem to be dark balls of fat coming out of people's bodies, leaving behind irregular marks on the snow. As grotesque and surreal as the sight was, when looking at the pictures, Geopelia felt a certain sense of familiarity

**[Item] Silk Pouch**ViewClose**DATE**770/03/26**SUPERVISOR**Gino**CATEGORY**main
Dlyro gave Gino this purse, inside which ws a chip and piece of fabric with a simple order.

""Go to the place where you first met Geopelia.""

Dlyro gave Gino this purse, inside which ws a chip and piece of fabric with a simple order.
""Go to the place where you first met Geopelia.""

**[Item] Patient Uniform**ViewClose**DATE**1/03/23**SUPERVISOR**Findstr**CATEGORY**Misc.
In Findstr's opinion, one of the worst designed uniforms he's ever seen. It was quickly discarded and thrown away when he had recieved his patrol uniform. He didn't even mind it being previously owned.

In Findstr's opinion, one of the worst designed uniforms he's ever seen. It was quickly discarded and thrown away when he had recieved his patrol uniform. He didn't even mind it being previously owned.

**[Item] Flowery Knife**ViewClose**DATE**1/03/23**SUPERVISOR**Ash**CATEGORY**Bold
When Ash woke up, he found himself lying on the snow desert, with a decorated knife in his hand. He would use this knife when cooking with his wife, before he had met Findstr.

Findstr: I think I understood your predicament.

Ash: Wait, really?

Findstr: Yup. You just need to follow me.

When Ash woke up, he found himself lying on the snow desert, with a decorated knife in his hand. He would use this knife when cooking with his wife, before he had met Findstr.
Findstr: I think I understood your predicament.
Ash: Wait, really?
Findstr: Yup. You just need to follow me.

**[Image] Deep Well**ViewClose**DATE**1/03/27**SUPERVISOR**Ash**CATEGORY**Souvenir
On the fifth day of their aimless journey across the glaciers, the two encountered a large number of demices. If it weren't for the steep cliffs under which they had hidden themselves, they would have been ripped to shreds. Everything on the strange foreign, surface turned still, and Ash finally had a moment to rest. On his head a an iron helmet, beneath his feet an endless abyss. He looked around to find a way out, but the light couldn't slice the darkness. Only a pond at the bottom of the abyss reflected his face. It looked just like the Well he used to reside in. He suddenly seemed to be able to make out the surroundings of his old home in the darkness, even if they were just his memories. The only way he could tell it wasn't his Well was the size. What he knew was cramped, warm, and almost suffocating. This one was so enormous that a soul could wander it for eternity.

""I found a way out.""

On the fifth day of their aimless journey across the glaciers, the two encountered a large number of demices. If it weren't for the steep cliffs under which they had hidden themselves, they would have been ripped to shreds. Everything on the strange foreign, surface turned still, and Ash finally had a moment to rest. On his head a an iron helmet, beneath his feet an endless abyss. He looked around to find a way out, but the light couldn't slice the darkness. Only a pond at the bottom of the abyss reflected his face. It looked just like the Well he used to reside in. He suddenly seemed to be able to make out the surroundings of his old home in the darkness, even if they were just his memories. The only way he could tell it wasn't his Well was the size. What he knew was cramped, warm, and almost suffocating. This one was so enormous that a soul could wander it for eternity.
""I found a way out.""

**[Rec] Hikari**ViewClose**DATE**770/03/32**SUPERVISOR**Geopelia**CATEGORY**Souvenir**LENGTH**1'13""
As the legend goes, when enough star particles light up in the exosphere, they shall form a beautiful arc. When countless fragments pour down in union, they will become a door of light, bringing insight from faraway realms. If you happen to become the first to cross that gate, a you will be greeted with a new world.

""Let's go, Gino...""

""To forge infinite light in the everlasting darkness.""

As the legend goes, when enough star particles light up in the exosphere, they shall form a beautiful arc. When countless fragments pour down in union, they will become a door of light, bringing insight from faraway realms. If you happen to become the first to cross that gate, a you will be greeted with a new world.
""Let's go, Gino...""
""To forge infinite light in the everlasting darkness.""

**[Login Permissions] Saturn**ViewClose**DATE**770/03/32**SUPERVISOR**Gino**CATEGORY**Key
"Limbo communication permissions. Before being sucked into the black vortex, Captain Dlyro threw a pouch containing them in Gino's direction."

"Date: 770/02/28

At night, patrol members that weren't on shift were chatting in the comms room, with Captain Gino sitting on the sofa, alone. He suddenly turned back towards Gino and asked:

Dlyro: Is this whole world even real?

Gino: Pardon, ma'am?

Dlyro: I know this may be a bit hard to process, but haven't you noticed?

Dlyro: All the information, legends, music, traditions of the past, should have died during the small ice age. And yet, they still exist in our memories, seven hundred years later. Don't you ever wonder where they all came from?

Gino: I don't think I can answer that…

[Gino wasn't able sleep that night.]

"Limbo communication permissions. Before being sucked into the black vortex, Captain Dlyro threw a pouch containing them in Gino's direction."

"Date: 770/02/28
At night, patrol members that weren't on shift were chatting in the comms room, with Captain Gino sitting on the sofa, alone. He suddenly turned back towards Gino and asked:
Dlyro: Is this whole world even real?
Gino: Pardon, ma'am?
Dlyro: I know this may be a bit hard to process, but haven't you noticed?
Dlyro: All the information, legends, music, traditions of the past, should have died during the small ice age. And yet, they still exist in our memories, seven hundred years later. Don't you ever wonder where they all came from?
Gino: I don't think I can answer that…
[Gino wasn't able sleep that night.]

**Suppression Order 0327**ViewClose**DATE**770/03/26**SUPERVISOR**Dlyro**CATEGORY**Souvenir
In order to deal with the gigantic outburst of demices from the abyss, the elites ordered various patrol teams to initiate encirclement and suppression activities. as soon as Dlyro received the mission. However, Gino and Geopelia were not appointed.

In order to deal with the gigantic outburst of demices from the abyss, the elites ordered various patrol teams to initiate encirclement and suppression activities. as soon as Dlyro received the mission. However, Gino and Geopelia were not appointed.

**Demice Skin Paper 377**ViewClose**DATE**770/03/28**SUPERVISOR**Geopelia**CATEGORY**main
"Skin of a glacier demice, covered in illegible writing. Geopelia was only able to make out the numbers "337". She handed the rest of the page to Alpa for further analysis."

"Date: 770/03/31

[Analysis Progress: 3%]

[Words identified: Tower / Puppet / Awaken]"

"Skin of a glacier demice, covered in illegible writing. Geopelia was only able to make out the numbers "337". She handed the rest of the page to Alpa for further analysis."

"Date: 770/03/31
[Analysis Progress: 3%]
[Words identified: Tower / Puppet / Awaken]"

**Glaci'o'Food**ViewClose**DATE**770/03/09**SUPERVISOR**Dlyro**CATEGORY**Souvenir
Famous gourmet magazine magazine distributed in the upper echelons of Glaciaxia. Its editor-in-chief is, according to Dlyro, an interesting experimental chef"", who also used to lead the No.1 Circuit Rescue Team. Because subscribing to the e-magazine for a full year rewards the subscriber with 5 liters of ungulate oil, Dlyro used his subordinates' accounts and purchased 10 subscriptions of Glaci'o'Food, as it was Much cheaper than ordering ungulate oil by itself.

Geopelia: Gino, have you noticed -

Gino: Noticed what?

Geopelia: Every time the magazine organizes a lottery, you're always on the list.

Gino: How the- How can I win if I haven't even signed up for anything?

Geopelia: Just look."

"Glaci'o'Food No.88's Cover: Peppered Camel Mince

""The dish was inspired from a discovery during an expedition. We found an enormous amount of tier-1 whimified bush near the resting place of camels at camp 47. According to the documents, these types of semi-ligneous plants, with alternate, simple leaves, should be pod peppers, an extinct vegetable. It's now being revived by whimification. I recalled that once my old master told me, during ancient times, pepper and salt are best additives to make dishes. Rediscovering the pepper ignites my spirit to recover the ancient recipe. During the nighttime break, I bought a camel from a local camel hunter and experimented my dish. It was a tastebud-buster. Sliced pepper wove perfectly into the minced camel meat. Next, I added some peppercorn and rosemary and decorated the dish. And that's the cover dish of the month.""

As usual, we'll pick 5 lucky readers and present you our cover dish. Their names can be found on the back of the magazine.

According to ""the back of the magazine"": ""Congratulations to Gino! Your dish would be served within 3 days, delivered to your camp.""

Geopelia: See? I pick at random.

Gino: Yea, I know this. It's the only time that I received the prize.

Geopelia: So lucky me? Let's just browse through the backs of these magazine.

Geopelia: Gino, Gino, Gino, Gino… Wait, what's this?

"Glaci'o'Food No.93's Cover: Garlic Ape Eyes

""In theory, whims should be brining disasters to the world, and thus should be eliminated. However, ape, a useless species of whim, is not hostile to us. When I say useless, I mean apes aren't doing anything good for us either. They're usually seen lying on the river bank, with little amount of meat that could be eaten. If they were not tier-3 whimified, they should not be on the elimination list. When the editors received a cuisine that uses ape as its main ingredient, they're quite shocked. But when they scrolled down and found that the cuisine is actually made by ape eyes, they turned their shock to praises. The idea of the dish came from the suppression act against the ghast tide days ago, when the chef of the dish was clearing the battlefield near the river. He stopped his steps at a branch of the river, where he found hundreds of apes dead on a layer of ice. The river bank has marks of wolf claws, and rumors are such a soil may have garlic grown beneath. The chef managed to harvest several garlics, which were then blended with apes' eyes to create this delicious cuisine. Tip, with a slight hint of vinegar, the dish would taste even better.""

The back of the magazine reads: Congratulations to our lucky reader Gino! Your dish would be served within 5 days, delivered to your camp.

Gino: ???

Geopelia: Ha, eyes.

Gino: I have no appetite for those nasty eyes. I didn't eat that.

Geopelia: It's said that all whims have glittering eyes. Are the apes' eyes shiny?

[Gino looked at Dlyro's collection desk, in the middle of which was a glittering specimen of an eyeball.]

Gino: I think there must be something about this issue."

"Glaci'o'Food No.45's Cover: Grilled Mule Tongue

""Today, when the techniques to tame and control a ghast horse is at the edge of being lost, it's our pleasure and luck to interview the last hero with the ability of""Inter-action"", Dlyro. She's also the leader of Team VII.""

[Video Clip] \* Dlyro is displaying the skill of commanding a ghast horse.

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[Alert: File corrupted.]

[File rollback and resetting completed.]

Dlyro mentioned grilled donkey, a famous cuisine that only existed in ancient recipes. The mules found this time near the camp of Team LXXXI should be a crossbreed of donkey and horse, which could replace the donkey meat in that recipe. Their outrageous speed of reproduction lit the urge of Dlyro to make full use of their meat. Dlyro also mentioned that the essence of mule meat is its tounge, and that's how the dish was invented.

More then falf of our staff came from Team LXXXI. In fact we all beilieve Glaci'o'Food literally originate from the patrol team. In order to express our gratitude to Dlyro's cuisines and hands-on help, we decided to reserve a seat for lucky reader every month for Team VII, and present him/her a monthly-featured cover cuisine.

Geopelia: Well, the mystery seems to be solved.

Gino: Yea, and shall we head for lunch right now?

[Something flashed into Geopelia's mind]

Geopelia: Hey, the magazine updates today!

Gino: I've a bad feeling about it."

Famous gourmet magazine magazine distributed in the upper echelons of Glaciaxia. Its editor-in-chief is, according to Dlyro, an interesting experimental chef"", who also used to lead the No.1 Circuit Rescue Team. Because subscribing to the e-magazine for a full year rewards the subscriber with 5 liters of ungulate oil, Dlyro used his subordinates' accounts and purchased 10 subscriptions of Glaci'o'Food, as it was Much cheaper than ordering ungulate oil by itself.
Geopelia: Gino, have you noticed -
Gino: Noticed what?
Geopelia: Every time the magazine organizes a lottery, you're always on the list.
Gino: How the- How can I win if I haven't even signed up for anything?
Geopelia: Just look."

"Glaci'o'Food No.88's Cover: Peppered Camel Mince
""The dish was inspired from a discovery during an expedition. We found an enormous amount of tier-1 whimified bush near the resting place of camels at camp 47. According to the documents, these types of semi-ligneous plants, with alternate, simple leaves, should be pod peppers, an extinct vegetable. It's now being revived by whimification. I recalled that once my old master told me, during ancient times, pepper and salt are best additives to make dishes. Rediscovering the pepper ignites my spirit to recover the ancient recipe. During the nighttime break, I bought a camel from a local camel hunter and experimented my dish. It was a tastebud-buster. Sliced pepper wove perfectly into the minced camel meat. Next, I added some peppercorn and rosemary and decorated the dish. And that's the cover dish of the month.""
As usual, we'll pick 5 lucky readers and present you our cover dish. Their names can be found on the back of the magazine.
According to ""the back of the magazine"": ""Congratulations to Gino! Your dish would be served within 3 days, delivered to your camp.""
Geopelia: See? I pick at random.
Gino: Yea, I know this. It's the only time that I received the prize.
Geopelia: So lucky me? Let's just browse through the backs of these magazine.
Geopelia: Gino, Gino, Gino, Gino… Wait, what's this?

"Glaci'o'Food No.93's Cover: Garlic Ape Eyes
""In theory, whims should be brining disasters to the world, and thus should be eliminated. However, ape, a useless species of whim, is not hostile to us. When I say useless, I mean apes aren't doing anything good for us either. They're usually seen lying on the river bank, with little amount of meat that could be eaten. If they were not tier-3 whimified, they should not be on the elimination list. When the editors received a cuisine that uses ape as its main ingredient, they're quite shocked. But when they scrolled down and found that the cuisine is actually made by ape eyes, they turned their shock to praises. The idea of the dish came from the suppression act against the ghast tide days ago, when the chef of the dish was clearing the battlefield near the river. He stopped his steps at a branch of the river, where he found hundreds of apes dead on a layer of ice. The river bank has marks of wolf claws, and rumors are such a soil may have garlic grown beneath. The chef managed to harvest several garlics, which were then blended with apes' eyes to create this delicious cuisine. Tip, with a slight hint of vinegar, the dish would taste even better.""
The back of the magazine reads: Congratulations to our lucky reader Gino! Your dish would be served within 5 days, delivered to your camp.
Gino: ???
Geopelia: Ha, eyes.
Gino: I have no appetite for those nasty eyes. I didn't eat that.
Geopelia: It's said that all whims have glittering eyes. Are the apes' eyes shiny?
[Gino looked at Dlyro's collection desk, in the middle of which was a glittering specimen of an eyeball.]
Gino: I think there must be something about this issue."

"Glaci'o'Food No.45's Cover: Grilled Mule Tongue
""Today, when the techniques to tame and control a ghast horse is at the edge of being lost, it's our pleasure and luck to interview the last hero with the ability of""Inter-action"", Dlyro. She's also the leader of Team VII.""
[Video Clip] \* Dlyro is displaying the skill of commanding a ghast horse.
[Alert: File incomplate. Attempting to fix…]
[Alert: File corrupted.]
[File rollback and resetting completed.]
Dlyro mentioned grilled donkey, a famous cuisine that only existed in ancient recipes. The mules found this time near the camp of Team LXXXI should be a crossbreed of donkey and horse, which could replace the donkey meat in that recipe. Their outrageous speed of reproduction lit the urge of Dlyro to make full use of their meat. Dlyro also mentioned that the essence of mule meat is its tounge, and that's how the dish was invented.
More then falf of our staff came from Team LXXXI. In fact we all beilieve Glaci'o'Food literally originate from the patrol team. In order to express our gratitude to Dlyro's cuisines and hands-on help, we decided to reserve a seat for lucky reader every month for Team VII, and present him/her a monthly-featured cover cuisine.
Geopelia: Well, the mystery seems to be solved.
Gino: Yea, and shall we head for lunch right now?
[Something flashed into Geopelia's mind]
Geopelia: Hey, the magazine updates today!
Gino: I've a bad feeling about it."

## Chapter II

**Stave No.7**ViewClose**DATE**770/04/01**SUPERVISOR**deathmark**CATEGORY**Main
Has it started?

Awoken from dream, as returning of three souls;

The room felt warm, yet mood still anxious.

Why?

For the diva perished unaccounted, spreading rumours flooded the net;

The masses enraged, yet information suppressed;

In grief the officer mourn, young warrior to unravel the fact.

Has it started?

Awoken from dream, as returning of three souls;
The room felt warm, yet mood still anxious.
Why?
For the diva perished unaccounted, spreading rumours flooded the net;
The masses enraged, yet information suppressed;
In grief the officer mourn, young warrior to unravel the fact.

**Stave No.8**ViewClose**DATE**770/04/01**SUPERVISOR**Deathmark**CATEGORY**Main
Child of hoodoo, why don't you go home?

Hoodoo, oh, hoodoo,

My hometown that haunts my mind.

Here runs the shining river,

Here lives the glorious past.

Drumbeat is its theme,

Joy is its promise.

There are

Peristele splashed by oil paints

Towering over all the seas

There are

Wildman with disheveled hair

Singing freely

Electromagnetic rail inlaid with bricks flaring like bright sun

Remainings of machinery fly slowly without instruction

that is the fortune as if from heaven

Holding the last hope

By now my elder generations

Frocks taken off

Guarding the fortune bitterly

Like salt status.

I know they are perishing.

Human can not reside over trash,

So is the world

Child of hoodoo, why don't you go home?

Hoodoo, oh, hoodoo,
My hometown that haunts my mind.
Here runs the shining river,
Here lives the glorious past.
Drumbeat is its theme,
Joy is its promise.

There are
Peristele splashed by oil paints
Towering over all the seas
There are
Wildman with disheveled hair
Singing freely

Electromagnetic rail inlaid with bricks flaring like bright sun
Remainings of machinery fly slowly without instruction
that is the fortune as if from heaven
Holding the last hope

By now my elder generations
Frocks taken off
Guarding the fortune bitterly
Like salt status.

I know they are perishing.
Human can not reside over trash,
So is the world

**Stave No.9**ViewClose**DATE**770/04/03**SUPERVISOR**Deathmark**CATEGORY**main
Acknowledge cannot change destiny

Once truth neighbored with fiction

Truth honored fiction with the superior manner

Fiction refused and take the inferior contrary

Thence the two never meet yet in the same room

Both know the other, yet hold their tongues

Acknowledge cannot change destiny
Once truth neighbored with fiction
Truth honored fiction with the superior manner
Fiction refused and take the inferior contrary
Thence the two never meet yet in the same room
Both know the other, yet hold their tongues

**Merchandise - Judgement Line Pillow**ViewClose**DATE**2091/02/08**SUPERVISOR**YOU**CATEGORY**Souvenir
Soft, and squishy~

One of the unknown merchandise that is still PGS's planning

Soft, and squishy~
One of the unknown merchandise that is still PGS's planning

**[item] Sheriff badge**ViewClose**DATE**01/09/10**SUPERVISOR**Gino**CATEGORY**Bold
Outdated work credential of sheriff Gino. Gino's appearance on the ID is far more child-like than he is now.

Outdated work credential of sheriff Gino. Gino's appearance on the ID is far more child-like than he is now.

**[Image] Tower**ViewClose**DATE**01/09/32**SUPERVISOR**Gino**CATEGORY**Key
An illustration strip hangs on the wall of an establishment called "The Pigeon Bar". It depicteds a gigantic, upside-down tower.

According to the owner, it was painted by his subordinate, Ms. Sakura. She insists that the picture is hung correctly.

An illustration strip hangs on the wall of an establishment called "The Pigeon Bar". It depicteds a gigantic, upside-down tower.
According to the owner, it was painted by his subordinate, Ms. Sakura. She insists that the picture is hung correctly.

**[Image] Site Inspection Record****CONTENT WARNING:** Description of blood and goreViewClose**DATE**01/09/27**SUPERVISOR**Gino**CATEGORY**Souvenir
Confirming identification of well-known female singer, stage name of Zuo.

[Contains sensitive content, viewer discretion is advised]

The victim's head has been gnawed on beyond recognition, presumably by rats. The subject's bodily fluids and the sewage from dark alley behind the venue mixed into a dirty, dark, viscous red stream. Keratin filaments were floating on the surface water; the sewage dyed a gradient of colours on the subject's clothing, attracting critters, pecking away at the ilusory rainbow. The scene was filled with a raw scent of viscera and decomposition, however it also had a tinge of sweetness. The wells don't have changing seasons, and this one is rather warm, due to it's closeness to the planet's core. If she was left unattended, stems and leaves would have grown out of her soul and flesh, sucking up the rest of her once living body, swaying in the stagnant air.

Confirming identification of well-known female singer, stage name of Zuo.
[Contains sensitive content, viewer discretion is advised]

The victim's head has been gnawed on beyond recognition, presumably by rats. The subject's bodily fluids and the sewage from dark alley behind the venue mixed into a dirty, dark, viscous red stream. Keratin filaments were floating on the surface water; the sewage dyed a gradient of colours on the subject's clothing, attracting critters, pecking away at the ilusory rainbow. The scene was filled with a raw scent of viscera and decomposition, however it also had a tinge of sweetness. The wells don't have changing seasons, and this one is rather warm, due to it's closeness to the planet's core. If she was left unattended, stems and leaves would have grown out of her soul and flesh, sucking up the rest of her once living body, swaying in the stagnant air.

**[Item] Winter Star Fragment**ViewClose**DATE**770/04/01 **SUPERVISOR**Geopelia**CATEGORY**Nonsense
A mysterious, icy stone picked up by Geopelia when passing throught the light gate. A synthesis of snow and stars, it seems to be calling out to her.

A mysterious, icy stone picked up by Geopelia when passing throught the light gate. A synthesis of snow and stars, it seems to be calling out to her.

**[Item] Radio**ViewClose**DATE**770/04/06 **SUPERVISOR**Fuli**CATEGORY**Main
The radio which Kuzumi asked Fuli for help to repair. Seems to be the same model as the one Geopelia had when she was a kid.

Date: 2079/09/06

The teen's hands were covered with dirty grease. He took out a brand new radio from his waist pack, handed it to his young sister.

'Geopelia, happy brithday.'

Date: 770/04/07

Fuli: It's gone.

Geopelia: Is it very hard to fix?

Fuli: Actually I still haven't figured out where is the defect......

Geopelia: Can I have a look?

Fuli: Emmm...... [lost hope]

[Geopelia strokes the mainboard of the raido, as if absorbed in thought. She remembered that brother used to show her, 'Radios of this brand has a weak spot in design. As long as you re-solder it, the weak spot disappears, it will no longer break, even better than other radios.']

Geopelia: Try and weld this spot?

Fuli: Here?[She did it doubtfully. It can be redone even if it was a mistake.]

Fuli: It actually worked! You are amazing, Geopelia!

Geopelia: Huh-huh, my pleasure. You're welcome,

[After coming here, the memories about the past with brother reemerges from time to time; yet Geopelia still could not recall the actual look of that person in the memory, so was the reason about where she came from, and how she ended up here.]

Date: 770/04/07

Fuli: It has been repaired, but I got work these few days, can't send it to Kuzumi. [Sad]

Geopelia: I can do it!

Fuli: Love you, Geopelia!

Gino: Emm? Give you what? What do you want to do?

[Gino just came back from intelligence gathering. It was a windy night, and Gino's hair was in a mess. Geopelia could not stand it, tried to tidy it but messed it up even more.]

Gino: C'mon, kids should behave just like kids. Time to go to bed now.

Geopelia: Sobs~

Fuli: Kuzumi is not in a hurry. You can just pass it to her when you drop by District Six while going back to District Eight. Normally she would be at the Perchnest County train station around that time.

[I didn't see any train station on the map, Gino absorbed in thought]

Fuli: The station is at the northwest corner of District Six, throught the Sunchase tunnel, walk five hundred meters then turn east.

Geopelia: Just like how a guiding NPC would say~

Fuli: Of course not. I only told you in such detail because I worried that you would find your way.

Fuli: By the way, you wanna add me to your friend list?[Hinting through

[Gino facepalmed, wait no, Geopelia still doesn't know the existance of limbo yet]

Geopelia: Friend list?

Fuli: Just turn your eyes three rounds to the right, one round to the left, and swipe from top to bottom, then it pops out an interface. You see there is an add friend button on the left? Enter my ID there.

Geopelia: Ohhhh I see it now!

[Isn't it the same as on the terminal]

Fuli: Now I send you the radio, then it can be saved in the system.

Geopelia: Fully understood! You are indeed a worthy guiding NPC Fuli!

Fuli: Why can't you just get over this?

Geopelia: Gino, come here, I add you as friend.

Gino: Go to sleep after this then.

Geopelia: Understood!

The radio which Kuzumi asked Fuli for help to repair. Seems to be the same model as the one Geopelia had when she was a kid.

Date: 2079/09/06
The teen's hands were covered with dirty grease. He took out a brand new radio from his waist pack, handed it to his young sister.
'Geopelia, happy brithday.'

Date: 770/04/07
Fuli: It's gone.
Geopelia: Is it very hard to fix?
Fuli: Actually I still haven't figured out where is the defect......
Geopelia: Can I have a look?
Fuli: Emmm...... [lost hope]
[Geopelia strokes the mainboard of the raido, as if absorbed in thought. She remembered that brother used to show her, 'Radios of this brand has a weak spot in design. As long as you re-solder it, the weak spot disappears, it will no longer break, even better than other radios.']
Geopelia: Try and weld this spot?
Fuli: Here?[She did it doubtfully. It can be redone even if it was a mistake.]
Fuli: It actually worked! You are amazing, Geopelia!
Geopelia: Huh-huh, my pleasure. You're welcome,
[After coming here, the memories about the past with brother reemerges from time to time; yet Geopelia still could not recall the actual look of that person in the memory, so was the reason about where she came from, and how she ended up here.]

Date: 770/04/07
Fuli: It has been repaired, but I got work these few days, can't send it to Kuzumi. [Sad]
Geopelia: I can do it!
Fuli: Love you, Geopelia!
Gino: Emm? Give you what? What do you want to do?
[Gino just came back from intelligence gathering. It was a windy night, and Gino's hair was in a mess. Geopelia could not stand it, tried to tidy it but messed it up even more.]
Gino: C'mon, kids should behave just like kids. Time to go to bed now.
Geopelia: Sobs~
Fuli: Kuzumi is not in a hurry. You can just pass it to her when you drop by District Six while going back to District Eight. Normally she would be at the Perchnest County train station around that time.
[I didn't see any train station on the map, Gino absorbed in thought]
Fuli: The station is at the northwest corner of District Six, throught the Sunchase tunnel, walk five hundred meters then turn east.
Geopelia: Just like how a guiding NPC would say~
Fuli: Of course not. I only told you in such detail because I worried that you would find your way.
Fuli: By the way, you wanna add me to your friend list?[Hinting through
[Gino facepalmed, wait no, Geopelia still doesn't know the existance of limbo yet]
Geopelia: Friend list?
Fuli: Just turn your eyes three rounds to the right, one round to the left, and swipe from top to bottom, then it pops out an interface. You see there is an add friend button on the left? Enter my ID there.
Geopelia: Ohhhh I see it now!
[Isn't it the same as on the terminal]
Fuli: Now I send you the radio, then it can be saved in the system.
Geopelia: Fully understood! You are indeed a worthy guiding NPC Fuli!
Fuli: Why can't you just get over this?
Geopelia: Gino, come here, I add you as friend.
Gino: Go to sleep after this then.
Geopelia: Understood!

**[Recording] Drums of Peace**ViewClose**DATE**770/04/01 **SUPERVISOR**Geopelia**CATEGORY**Main**LENGTH**5'23""
[Geopelia and Gino heard a strange tune, and decided to track down its source. The music led them to the rubbish mountain. Before them laid countless electronic devices, dropped to the peak by a magnetic track. Standing by the foot of the mountain, Geopelia noticed a few scavengers each beating their drum, chanting words nobody could understand.]

Suddenly, a giant piece of machinery fell from the peak, landing right on top of the scavengers. But somehow, the music didn't stop. Perhaps the rubbish around them broke its fall before it could hit them]

Gino rushed to help them. Each footstep he took on the uneven footing sounded as if it was part of the song. The more intense the scavengers' drum beats were, the faster Gino jumped and ran. After he reached them he dragged a nearby I-beam to the site and pivoted the machinery entrapping the still drumming scavengers. By the time Geopelia arrived at the scene, peeking from behind her butterfly ornament, Gino had finished halfway done.]

Gino: You cuckoo, don't just stand there and watch!

Geopelia: I believe that Gino pocesses such great strength, that even without the cuckoo, he will still accomplish this feat with ease. [Geopelia, opened Alpa, sat down in a corner on some leather, snickering at Gino, who was drenched in sweat.]

Gino: Then why did you even come here!

Geopelia: To fulfil my task from the Coo-coo organisation and hear out the voice of the working class, of course!

[The scavengers put down their drums, turned to the newly arrived Geoplelia, who started a casual conversation with them. After a while, the scavengers took a liking to the girl, almost forgetting about the man who saved them. If he didn't consider her family, Gino would have probably been blinded with jeolousy.]

Gino: Sigh...

[Geopelia and Gino heard a strange tune, and decided to track down its source. The music led them to the rubbish mountain. Before them laid countless electronic devices, dropped to the peak by a magnetic track. Standing by the foot of the mountain, Geopelia noticed a few scavengers each beating their drum, chanting words nobody could understand.]
Suddenly, a giant piece of machinery fell from the peak, landing right on top of the scavengers. But somehow, the music didn't stop. Perhaps the rubbish around them broke its fall before it could hit them]
Gino rushed to help them. Each footstep he took on the uneven footing sounded as if it was part of the song. The more intense the scavengers' drum beats were, the faster Gino jumped and ran. After he reached them he dragged a nearby I-beam to the site and pivoted the machinery entrapping the still drumming scavengers. By the time Geopelia arrived at the scene, peeking from behind her butterfly ornament, Gino had finished halfway done.]
Gino: You cuckoo, don't just stand there and watch!
Geopelia: I believe that Gino pocesses such great strength, that even without the cuckoo, he will still accomplish this feat with ease. [Geopelia, opened Alpa, sat down in a corner on some leather, snickering at Gino, who was drenched in sweat.]
Gino: Then why did you even come here!
Geopelia: To fulfil my task from the Coo-coo organisation and hear out the voice of the working class, of course!
[The scavengers put down their drums, turned to the newly arrived Geoplelia, who started a casual conversation with them. After a while, the scavengers took a liking to the girl, almost forgetting about the man who saved them. If he didn't consider her family, Gino would have probably been blinded with jeolousy.]
Gino: Sigh...

**[Item] Magic Wand**ViewClose**DATE**770/03/29 **SUPERVISOR**Kuzumi**CATEGORY**Souvenir
The magic prop Kouma found in the rubbish dump. Kuzumi is trying hard to practice, hoping to put a smile on everyone's face through magic tricks.

The magic prop Kouma found in the rubbish dump. Kuzumi is trying hard to practice, hoping to put a smile on everyone's face through magic tricks.

**[Item] Hoodoo Map**ViewClose**DATE**770/04/05 **SUPERVISOR**Gino**CATEGORY**Main
The dynamic map Gino made by utilising the Saturn permission. It recorded people's activities within the Hoodoo for three days. As expected, the trace of scavengers were following the norm, just as what he would have guessed.r\n

The dynamic map Gino made by utilising the Saturn permission. It recorded people's activities within the Hoodoo for three days. As expected, the trace of scavengers were following the norm, just as what he would have guessed.r\n

**[Recording] Beggar's Chicken**ViewClose**DATE**770/04/03 **SUPERVISOR**Geopelia**CATEGORY**Souvenir**LENGTH**3'35"
Beggar's Chicken is a traditional pre-disaster cuisine. The whole chicken was marinated, then covered with soil or flour, wrapped with lotus leaf, then finally grilled in a stove. This would secure its juiciness entirely, ensuring the chicken to be fresh and tender, as well as a crispy golden skin. The original recipe is very strict about the ingredients. Due to the geographical restrictions, Gino used the wild green-haired chicken, battery soil with excessive metallic contents, and tin foil instead.

Searching for decilacies seems to be the mission I was born for. Wherever I go, I would always be indulged in the local cuisines. All around the world, every cuisine cultures, from luxurious dishes to refreshing desserts --- where there is the delicious food, there is me. That's me, Geopelia the super gourmet. Welcome to my Tasty Food Review channel! [background: yeah!!!!]

Now let's interview our special guest today, Cheif Gino!

You have anything to say to our audience, Chief?

[Crunching, Gino held the 'giant rock', focusing on crushing it onto the ground, totally ignoring Geopelia, and murmuring to himself: "this crap isn't even canon..."]Hmm........Chief, what dish are we making today?

[Gino looked up at Geopelia, remembering that he still had a chisel in his mouth, then signaled to Geopelia to take the green juice beside, and made a drinking gesture.]

Asking me to drink it? [It tasted a bit bitter] What is this thing?

[Relaxed his bite and spoke] 'Antidote.'

!!!!!!

The chicken was quite tasty though.

Beggar's Chicken is a traditional pre-disaster cuisine. The whole chicken was marinated, then covered with soil or flour, wrapped with lotus leaf, then finally grilled in a stove. This would secure its juiciness entirely, ensuring the chicken to be fresh and tender, as well as a crispy golden skin. The original recipe is very strict about the ingredients. Due to the geographical restrictions, Gino used the wild green-haired chicken, battery soil with excessive metallic contents, and tin foil instead.

Searching for decilacies seems to be the mission I was born for. Wherever I go, I would always be indulged in the local cuisines. All around the world, every cuisine cultures, from luxurious dishes to refreshing desserts --- where there is the delicious food, there is me. That's me, Geopelia the super gourmet. Welcome to my Tasty Food Review channel! [background: yeah!!!!]
Now let's interview our special guest today, Cheif Gino!
You have anything to say to our audience, Chief?
[Crunching, Gino held the 'giant rock', focusing on crushing it onto the ground, totally ignoring Geopelia, and murmuring to himself: "this crap isn't even canon..."]Hmm........Chief, what dish are we making today?
[Gino looked up at Geopelia, remembering that he still had a chisel in his mouth, then signaled to Geopelia to take the green juice beside, and made a drinking gesture.]
Asking me to drink it? [It tasted a bit bitter] What is this thing?
[Relaxed his bite and spoke] 'Antidote.'
!!!!!!
The chicken was quite tasty though.

**[Rec] Mutant Poultry**ViewClose**DATE**770/04/03 **SUPERVISOR**Gino**CATEGORY**Sounvenir
The strange species found by Gino and Geopelia in the landfill of District Eight. It has eight legs and six wings, also known as the green-haired chicken. Now it is generally believed that green-haired chicken is a GMO mutated from the genetically enhanced chicken by some famous fast food enterprise.

[Limbo Wiki] : The soup made with feathers of green-haired chicken has the effect agianst heavy metal poisoning.

The strange species found by Gino and Geopelia in the landfill of District Eight. It has eight legs and six wings, also known as the green-haired chicken. Now it is generally believed that green-haired chicken is a GMO mutated from the genetically enhanced chicken by some famous fast food enterprise.
[Limbo Wiki] : The soup made with feathers of green-haired chicken has the effect agianst heavy metal poisoning.

**[Image] Water Tower**ViewClose**DATE**770/04/03 **SUPERVISOR**Geopelia**CATEGORY**Souvenir
The life-sustaining device in the Hoodoo. Each water tower is marked with strange patterns and local serial number by the residents. On the joint railing of the District Eight water tower, there is an eight-legged horse and an infinity sign on the horseback. The water tower measures 30 meters in height and 8 meters in width. It has a cylindrical shape arranged in a group of four, three of which are purifying circulatory system, and one is the storage tank. The purifying installation has two inlets and five outlets, the inlets being for air and river water, and the outlets being for purified water into the storage tank, and waste water into the sewage tank. The waste is then again branched into three and pumped up into the engergy network, sustaining the circulatory system.

The life-sustaining device in the Hoodoo. Each water tower is marked with strange patterns and local serial number by the residents. On the joint railing of the District Eight water tower, there is an eight-legged horse and an infinity sign on the horseback. The water tower measures 30 meters in height and 8 meters in width. It has a cylindrical shape arranged in a group of four, three of which are purifying circulatory system, and one is the storage tank. The purifying installation has two inlets and five outlets, the inlets being for air and river water, and the outlets being for purified water into the storage tank, and waste water into the sewage tank. The waste is then again branched into three and pumped up into the engergy network, sustaining the circulatory system.

**[Recording] Morning**ViewClose**DATE**770/04/04 **SUPERVISOR**Geopelia**LENGTH**53""**CATEGORY**main
Awaken by the sound of Gino's flute, Geopelia opens the terminal. Alpa is still analysing File 377. Each faint and strange name in the list so far remains unheared from. She opened the notepad, written down the date and started the voice recorder, quietly recording down the sound of the early morning.

[4th of April, Sunny

It is the fourth day since we mounted up the Tower. With the help of the scavengers, we gradually starts to understand Hoodoo, the new world behind the light gate, and set up a temporary home in District Eight. Hoodoo is so quiet, just like Glaciaxia in the past, and I fear that this would be the calm before the storm. Before we left, the tip from Captain Dlyro mentioned that, the collapse phenomenon is a hound without chain; greed being its nature, it would bite on anything alive in its sight. After the fall of Glaciaxia, it would be the Hoodoo soon; then, all worlds that exist in the Tower order would not be able to escape from the same fate.

But would our story really end like this?]

"Breakfast is ready. Coo-coo, come and eat."

"Coming coming."

Awaken by the sound of Gino's flute, Geopelia opens the terminal. Alpa is still analysing File 377. Each faint and strange name in the list so far remains unheared from. She opened the notepad, written down the date and started the voice recorder, quietly recording down the sound of the early morning.
[4th of April, Sunny
It is the fourth day since we mounted up the Tower. With the help of the scavengers, we gradually starts to understand Hoodoo, the new world behind the light gate, and set up a temporary home in District Eight. Hoodoo is so quiet, just like Glaciaxia in the past, and I fear that this would be the calm before the storm. Before we left, the tip from Captain Dlyro mentioned that, the collapse phenomenon is a hound without chain; greed being its nature, it would bite on anything alive in its sight. After the fall of Glaciaxia, it would be the Hoodoo soon; then, all worlds that exist in the Tower order would not be able to escape from the same fate.
But would our story really end like this?]

"Breakfast is ready. Coo-coo, come and eat."
"Coming coming."

**[Item] Five-Color Rock**ViewClose**DATE**770/04/04 **SUPERVISOR**Gino**CATEGORY**Souvenir
End result of the petrolium rivers' existance. It is smooth to the touch, and will reflect a spectrum of colors when exposed to sunlight. The south river bank is so saturated with the rocks, that they form a beach stretching all the way to the Tuhun Waterfall.

[Limbo Wiki: The Tuhun Waterfall is directly connected to the Judgment Channel flowing into the Endless Sea of Bailin. There lives a large amount of whims that swim upstream from the Endless Sea. Adventurers please avoid the Tuhun Waterfall unless absolutely necessary.]

End result of the petrolium rivers' existance. It is smooth to the touch, and will reflect a spectrum of colors when exposed to sunlight. The south river bank is so saturated with the rocks, that they form a beach stretching all the way to the Tuhun Waterfall.
[Limbo Wiki: The Tuhun Waterfall is directly connected to the Judgment Channel flowing into the Endless Sea of Bailin. There lives a large amount of whims that swim upstream from the Endless Sea. Adventurers please avoid the Tuhun Waterfall unless absolutely necessary.]

**[File] Colorful Picture Book**ViewClose**DATE**770/04/04 **SUPERVISOR**Geopelia**CATEGORY**Key
A file seemingly to be a drawing book, dropped form Alpa. It vividly depicted a story about a kitten who could bark came to the rainbow waterfall, encountered various magical creatures and went on an adventure together with them.

A file seemingly to be a drawing book, dropped form Alpa. It vividly depicted a story about a kitten who could bark came to the rainbow waterfall, encountered various magical creatures and went on an adventure together with them.

**[Item] Metal Arm**ViewClose**DATE**770/04/05 **SUPERVISOR**Kuzumi**CATEGORY**Souvenir
When it was found, it lay on the bridge connecting both sides of the Petroleum river. Like a fish out of water, it let its morphological top and bottom swing freely back and forth nonstop, until the luminous body of energy reaches the top of th celestial sphere, impelling the fingers, standing upright on the ground, travelling towards farway.

"It seems edible." [Deep\_in\_thought.png]

When it was found, it lay on the bridge connecting both sides of the Petroleum river. Like a fish out of water, it let its morphological top and bottom swing freely back and forth nonstop, until the luminous body of energy reaches the top of th celestial sphere, impelling the fingers, standing upright on the ground, travelling towards farway.
"It seems edible." [Deep\_in\_thought.png]

**Bitter Nuts**ViewClose**DATE**770/04/05**SUPERVISOR**Geopelia**CATEGORY**Souvenir
These organic treats can help reduce excessive energy flow in the body. They can also be used as an alternative energy source for Alpa. [Inadvisable operation, shouldn't be imitated under any circumstances]

The nuts are manufactured by the denisens of District Two, next to the stream. After Alpa finished its analysis, Geopelia decided to quickly bury the disgusting snack in the sand under the water tower of District Eight.

These organic treats can help reduce excessive energy flow in the body. They can also be used as an alternative energy source for Alpa. [Inadvisable operation, shouldn't be imitated under any circumstances]
The nuts are manufactured by the denisens of District Two, next to the stream. After Alpa finished its analysis, Geopelia decided to quickly bury the disgusting snack in the sand under the water tower of District Eight.

**[Image] Fuli Auto Shooter!**ViewClose**DATE**770/04/09 **SUPERVISOR**Fuli**CATEGORY**Souvenir
Smoke and bullets are her prelude, shells and electric current travelling across the sky. The deserters were dropping one by one, after which automatons took their place. Fuli put down her rifle, extended her arms, and a gate opened before her. This isn't a good stronghold. Bullets would eventually run out, yet the onslaught of enemies would never cease. As much as she hates it, the only way to survive, is to flee.

Smoke and bullets are her prelude, shells and electric current travelling across the sky. The deserters were dropping one by one, after which automatons took their place. Fuli put down her rifle, extended her arms, and a gate opened before her. This isn't a good stronghold. Bullets would eventually run out, yet the onslaught of enemies would never cease. As much as she hates it, the only way to survive, is to flee.

**[Item] Bullet Casings**ViewClose**DATE**770/04/06 **SUPERVISOR**Geopelia**CATEGORY**Souvenir
A large amount of bullet shells of various types and calibres, picked up by Geopelia on her way to visit the District Three’s manager Fuli.

A large amount of bullet shells of various types and calibres, picked up by Geopelia on her way to visit the District Three’s manager Fuli.

**[Image] Statue Of Fuli**ViewClose**DATE**770/04/06**SUPERVISOR**Geopelia**CATEGORY**Souvenir
Fuli's house is built under the giant statue of herself. The statue is a gift by District Five, for the help offered to them by Fuli in the past.

""Even so, this is still too over the top!""

Fuli's house is built under the giant statue of herself. The statue is a gift by District Five, for the help offered to them by Fuli in the past.
""Even so, this is still too over the top!""

**[Image] Perchnest Station**ViewClose**DATE**770/04/07 **SUPERVISOR**Geopelia**CATEGORY**Main
An ordinary station in the countryside, with floral decorations that can be seen in nowhere else, seemingly yet so odd in this world. Kuzumi stood on the platform, waiting for a train. She had been awaiting it for so long. In the mornings and evenings for decades, whenever the sun intersets the horizon, she had been here waiting, silently. In her memory, there was someone, let go of her hand, boarded a train, and never turned back. She was still waiting for that train, hoping to show him the picture book she drawn, hoping, to see him again once more.

Date 770/04/03

Kouma is standing on the platform above the stone stair, seeing countless enormous columns straight into the sky and nine red suns are taking turns around the circle. Once there was a time where ten suns hung out together, bathing everything with burning sunlight, resulting the death of crops, grass and trees, and people had nothing to eat. Now people are not what they were, so are the days, keeping reversing and changing. He feels sadness.

Geopelia didn't sleep well anyway in the scrounger colony for she was unaccustomed to the bed. So she happened to get up early to catch the sunrise, and decided to set out earlier after Gino waking up.

"Good morning Kouma."

"Young lady came for sunrise?"

"Yeah, Kuzumi didn't show up today?"

"She's out. For you, would you take it seriously to settle down in District Eight?”

"No, once we find the entrance to the third floor, we'll leave."

"Alas, just like Kuzumi and her brother then, they didn't return after leaving. Don't look at me like that, lady ,hoodoo has few livings after reversing."

An ordinary station in the countryside, with floral decorations that can be seen in nowhere else, seemingly yet so odd in this world. Kuzumi stood on the platform, waiting for a train. She had been awaiting it for so long. In the mornings and evenings for decades, whenever the sun intersets the horizon, she had been here waiting, silently. In her memory, there was someone, let go of her hand, boarded a train, and never turned back. She was still waiting for that train, hoping to show him the picture book she drawn, hoping, to see him again once more.

Date 770/04/03
Kouma is standing on the platform above the stone stair, seeing countless enormous columns straight into the sky and nine red suns are taking turns around the circle. Once there was a time where ten suns hung out together, bathing everything with burning sunlight, resulting the death of crops, grass and trees, and people had nothing to eat. Now people are not what they were, so are the days, keeping reversing and changing. He feels sadness.
Geopelia didn't sleep well anyway in the scrounger colony for she was unaccustomed to the bed. So she happened to get up early to catch the sunrise, and decided to set out earlier after Gino waking up.
"Good morning Kouma."
"Young lady came for sunrise?"
"Yeah, Kuzumi didn't show up today?"
"She's out. For you, would you take it seriously to settle down in District Eight?”
"No, once we find the entrance to the third floor, we'll leave."
"Alas, just like Kuzumi and her brother then, they didn't return after leaving. Don't look at me like that, lady ,hoodoo has few livings after reversing."

**[Image] Graffiti**ViewClose**DATE**770/04/02 **SUPERVISOR**Geopelia**CATEGORY**Souvenir
The main reason why some scavengers seem to attract trouble, is their constant quest for sprays, dyes, paints, and anything that could help them refurbish the wall of graffiti, that they have given almost divine status.

Predicted outcome of renovation: streets filled with colorful structures, hazy human figures sitting on walls, meaningless words and displays of raw emotions flooding the entire scene.

Evaluation: The result may proove too abstract. It's best to thwart the renovation efforts.

The main reason why some scavengers seem to attract trouble, is their constant quest for sprays, dyes, paints, and anything that could help them refurbish the wall of graffiti, that they have given almost divine status.
Predicted outcome of renovation: streets filled with colorful structures, hazy human figures sitting on walls, meaningless words and displays of raw emotions flooding the entire scene.
Evaluation: The result may proove too abstract. It's best to thwart the renovation efforts.

**[Item] HQ004 Ticket**ViewClose**DATE**770/04/07 **SUPERVISOR**Geopelia**CATEGORY**Souvenir
The only functional train in Perchnest County. After seeing Kuzumi boarding the train, Gino and Geopelia rushed to the booth to purchase tickets. They were able to get on board, and meticulously searched the train, only to find no trace of Kuzumi.

The only functional train in Perchnest County. After seeing Kuzumi boarding the train, Gino and Geopelia rushed to the booth to purchase tickets. They were able to get on board, and meticulously searched the train, only to find no trace of Kuzumi.

**[Item] Hydraulic Agent**ViewClose**DATE**770/04/07 **SUPERVISOR**Gino**CATEGORY**Souvenir
Reagent in a red cylindral container, found by Gino at the biomechanic factory in District Three, bearing a Cyborgs Only "label."

Reagent in a red cylindral container, found by Gino at the biomechanic factory in District Three, bearing a Cyborgs Only "label."

**[Item]Anchor**ViewClose**DATE**770/04/03 **SUPERVISOR**Ash**CATEGORY**Souvenir
Ash floated in the viscous sea. The hundred-story-high anchor blocks the blinding sunrays. The giant "JUSTICE" intaglio was covered in dark oily stains. He looked at the dim orange sky, contemplating how did it ever come to this. He isn't given much time to think, as Findstr, who lowered himself on an anchor, reached for his hand. His overly pale face and white hair were gleaming in the sunlight. "Don't put your guard down just yet, there is still danger lurking in the darkness."

"When will it be safe to escape?" Ash was leaning on Findstr out of exhaustion.

"I don't know. But-" Findstr stood up and started walking away "I suggest you don't turn around."

He felt a sudden tremor. A wave pushed against his back, riffled his fingers, and climbed up his wrist. Ash didn't dare to look down and examine the hot, pricking sensation. He staggered and ran in Findstr's direction. The fact that the melting feeling disappeared after he started running didn't comfort him at all. He caught up to Findstr, and saw the anchor in his smile.

The oily clumps were slowly oozing down to the ground, like a person's skin peeling away, like a dress wriggling in the sea, made out of countless muddy hands.

Findstr said, "There is nowhere safe to run in this world. Not for people like us. The evils of the surface will roam under under the sun, comfortable in their domain."

Ash floated in the viscous sea. The hundred-story-high anchor blocks the blinding sunrays. The giant "JUSTICE" intaglio was covered in dark oily stains. He looked at the dim orange sky, contemplating how did it ever come to this. He isn't given much time to think, as Findstr, who lowered himself on an anchor, reached for his hand. His overly pale face and white hair were gleaming in the sunlight. "Don't put your guard down just yet, there is still danger lurking in the darkness."
"When will it be safe to escape?" Ash was leaning on Findstr out of exhaustion.
"I don't know. But-" Findstr stood up and started walking away "I suggest you don't turn around."
He felt a sudden tremor. A wave pushed against his back, riffled his fingers, and climbed up his wrist. Ash didn't dare to look down and examine the hot, pricking sensation. He staggered and ran in Findstr's direction. The fact that the melting feeling disappeared after he started running didn't comfort him at all. He caught up to Findstr, and saw the anchor in his smile.
The oily clumps were slowly oozing down to the ground, like a person's skin peeling away, like a dress wriggling in the sea, made out of countless muddy hands.
Findstr said, "There is nowhere safe to run in this world. Not for people like us. The evils of the surface will roam under under the sun, comfortable in their domain."

**Stave No.10**ViewClose**DATE**770/04/01**SUPERVISOR**deathmark**CATEGORY**Main
Bon Voyage

From Mount Yan, water jade alike Ying stones extinct at the north;

At Mount Dai, dragon alike rivers stop, going towards the wild no more.

To the world afar there lies a long path,

In boat we sail to ship the paper kite, are to forget not.

Bon Voyage

From Mount Yan, water jade alike Ying stones extinct at the north;
At Mount Dai, dragon alike rivers stop, going towards the wild no more.
To the world afar there lies a long path,
In boat we sail to ship the paper kite, are to forget not.

**Stave No.11**ViewClose**DATE**770/04/07**SUPERVISOR**deathmark**CATEGORY**Main
Why can't I get in?

On spiral track radius a kilo long, train slowly passed

A monster wanders in empty void, with engine its breath rhymed

Law of physics cannot be evaded,

Upon the innocent, disasters cascaded

Steam has gone roared and swirled,

Gear and lever fell apart forced

Then pipeline bursted, and gas was freed,

Went on a journey wherever is pleased

People with mouths and noses covered,

Rushed away, for the outer air they craved

Hearing the cry of the creature echoed,

In the eye of the monster, she saw

A ruin in purplish blue

Why can't I get in?

On spiral track radius a kilo long, train slowly passed
A monster wanders in empty void, with engine its breath rhymed
Law of physics cannot be evaded,
Upon the innocent, disasters cascaded
Steam has gone roared and swirled,
Gear and lever fell apart forced
Then pipeline bursted, and gas was freed,
Went on a journey wherever is pleased
People with mouths and noses covered,
Rushed away, for the outer air they craved
Hearing the cry of the creature echoed,
In the eye of the monster, she saw
A ruin in purplish blue

**[Image] Fortress**ViewClose**DATE**770/04/03 **SUPERVISOR**Gino**CATEGORY**Key
"As we were driving through the central area of District Ten, an enormous city-sized fortress appeared in front of us. Different from the concrete honeycomb-shaped pillar complexes we have seen prior, its giant main arch stood menacingy on the valley floor, with hundreds of signaling towers attached to the cliff below. The distress signal I received shows that its source was slowly moving outwards from the fortress' gate. My instincts told me not to act recklessly, as I wasn't familliar with the fortress's internal architecture, and the distress signal's low level indicated no threat to anyone's life.

While I was trying to come up with a plan, Geopelia started taking photos of everything. She stood on the motorcycle, joyfully exclaiming that she had a nice angle. She has been acting like this ever since we had arrived in the hoodos. Sceneries, people, monuments, anything that herself, and was within her range, she had to capture. She says she's doing some kind of an album, as if we didn't have any actually important things to tend to... It all feels like some game to her.

Since her camera can see further than the naked eye, I asked her to check whether there was somebody at the gate. Surprisingle she didn't argue, and I heard the shutter click.

"Gino, something came out."

"From which side??"

"From the sky-"

She pointed upwards. A black dot was flying towards us, constantly reforming its shape. The second it appeared from behind the horizon, the original distress signal has ceased. In its stead, countless other distress signals appeared on the map.

"Run!"

I grabbed Geopelia, jumped on Trophon's seat, and rushed away the scene.

"Gino! They're closing in! Speed Up! I stepped on the gas, but suddenly I couldn't feel Geopelia's heat on my back. In looked in the rear view mirror.

She didn't fall, she was just leaning back, looking through her camera.

"Stop taking pictures! You are gonna fall off!"

"They-they stopped..."

The flock seemed to not be abe to leave perimeter of the valley, but I still didn't dare to deccelerate until we left the district. Geopelia seemed concerned. I asked her what was on her mind.

She was looking throught the pictures she took, but then stopped, turned to me, and exclaimed "It's better to be a real person".

"As we were driving through the central area of District Ten, an enormous city-sized fortress appeared in front of us. Different from the concrete honeycomb-shaped pillar complexes we have seen prior, its giant main arch stood menacingy on the valley floor, with hundreds of signaling towers attached to the cliff below. The distress signal I received shows that its source was slowly moving outwards from the fortress' gate. My instincts told me not to act recklessly, as I wasn't familliar with the fortress's internal architecture, and the distress signal's low level indicated no threat to anyone's life.
While I was trying to come up with a plan, Geopelia started taking photos of everything. She stood on the motorcycle, joyfully exclaiming that she had a nice angle. She has been acting like this ever since we had arrived in the hoodos. Sceneries, people, monuments, anything that herself, and was within her range, she had to capture. She says she's doing some kind of an album, as if we didn't have any actually important things to tend to... It all feels like some game to her.
Since her camera can see further than the naked eye, I asked her to check whether there was somebody at the gate. Surprisingle she didn't argue, and I heard the shutter click.
"Gino, something came out."
"From which side??"
"From the sky-"
She pointed upwards. A black dot was flying towards us, constantly reforming its shape. The second it appeared from behind the horizon, the original distress signal has ceased. In its stead, countless other distress signals appeared on the map.
"Run!"
I grabbed Geopelia, jumped on Trophon's seat, and rushed away the scene.
"Gino! They're closing in! Speed Up! I stepped on the gas, but suddenly I couldn't feel Geopelia's heat on my back. In looked in the rear view mirror.
She didn't fall, she was just leaning back, looking through her camera.
"Stop taking pictures! You are gonna fall off!"
"They-they stopped..."
The flock seemed to not be abe to leave perimeter of the valley, but I still didn't dare to deccelerate until we left the district. Geopelia seemed concerned. I asked her what was on her mind.
She was looking throught the pictures she took, but then stopped, turned to me, and exclaimed "It's better to be a real person".

**Scavenger Token**ViewClose**DATE**770/04/05**SUPERVISOR**Gino**CATEGORY**Souvenir
[Item] Scavenger Token can be collected by registering at District One central recycling station. It seems that such identification exists in every level, just as the stamp collection book in theme parks.

If it was a theme park, there should be a way to quickly escape then.

[Item] Scavenger Token can be collected by registering at District One central recycling station. It seems that such identification exists in every level, just as the stamp collection book in theme parks.
If it was a theme park, there should be a way to quickly escape then.

## Chapter V

**Stave No.18 Human-Shadow-World**ViewClose**DATE**770/06/04**SUPERVISOR**deathMark**CATEGORY**main
桥头岸上，人影婆娑，

小儿驳船经过，

船首推浪层层波，

思恋几何多，

故人足下潵湿衣蓑。

夜雨连绵，人世蹉跎，

碎玉盏碗铜锣，

鱼灯点影锵锵钵，

憾事犹未果，

今人回首，寂若山火。

桥头岸上，人影婆娑，
小儿驳船经过，
船首推浪层层波，
思恋几何多，
故人足下潵湿衣蓑。

夜雨连绵，人世蹉跎，
碎玉盏碗铜锣，
鱼灯点影锵锵钵，
憾事犹未果，
今人回首，寂若山火。

**Stave No.19 Sky Blue**ViewClose**DATE**770/06/28**SUPERVISOR**deathMark**CATEGORY**main
悲哉，碗底空空，

悲哉，腹内幽忧。

水清泛天蓝，

无鱼溪中游，

鸟踪亦难寻，

深山少人迹，

生机只乔木，

然非落果期。

悲哉！

悲哉，碗底空空，
悲哉，腹内幽忧。
水清泛天蓝，
无鱼溪中游，
鸟踪亦难寻，
深山少人迹，
生机只乔木，
然非落果期。
悲哉！

**Stave No.20 In the Drama**ViewClose**DATE**770/07/09**SUPERVISOR**deathMark**CATEGORY**main
开一场不会结束的宴会，

唱一首唱不完的歌，

在原处等待，

可能的流连忘返。

你问他会不会入戏太深，

扮一场荒唐闹剧，

为妄想淋雨，

绝望得无可言语。

他笑道也许，

然而我们尚在戏中。

开一场不会结束的宴会，
唱一首唱不完的歌，
在原处等待，
可能的流连忘返。

你问他会不会入戏太深，
扮一场荒唐闹剧，
为妄想淋雨，
绝望得无可言语。

他笑道也许，
然而我们尚在戏中。

**Poem Reimei**ViewClose**DATE**770/07/21**SUPERVISOR**Broken Data Research**CATEGORY**main
枝丫托住月芒，星辰掩亮。

长夜寒凉，云旋天苍，

草叶结微霜。

且看，长夜渺渺，月照山冈，

旅人悲惘，迷失方向。

人言怅，独彷徨，

孤影晃荡，灯照砖墙。

夜暗吹笛寻归所，

乐声凝绝响，无处诉衷肠。

辗转寅卯，已至拂晓，

初日瞳曚，霞似霓裳。

乍泄天光，流云晦藏，

星月共隐，万物初彰。

闻雀语，正嘹亮，

晨光熹微，黎明苍茫。

重收装，负行囊，

且听人语语声响，

步向初阳，此间旅途方长。

枝丫托住月芒，星辰掩亮。
长夜寒凉，云旋天苍，
草叶结微霜。
且看，长夜渺渺，月照山冈，
旅人悲惘，迷失方向。
人言怅，独彷徨，
孤影晃荡，灯照砖墙。
夜暗吹笛寻归所，
乐声凝绝响，无处诉衷肠。

辗转寅卯，已至拂晓，
初日瞳曚，霞似霓裳。
乍泄天光，流云晦藏，
星月共隐，万物初彰。
闻雀语，正嘹亮，
晨光熹微，黎明苍茫。

重收装，负行囊，
且听人语语声响，
步向初阳，此间旅途方长。

**[Decipher] Spasmodic**ViewClose**DATE**770/08/30**SUPERVISOR**Kuzumi**CATEGORY**key
木板搭建的破旧小屋里，几个穿着黑色雨衣的鬼面人，蹲坐在油布碎瓦之中，他们的双臂疯狂挥舞，比划着没有体系的手语，又咿咿呀呀地泼洒情绪。他们看似交流，又并非交流，故事在空间里无形地转移，如同粒子自由地扩散，一种经验又或情感弥漫开来，绝望笼罩了这片狭隘的土地。

她站在光芒射入的青苔地，视野之内有某种“象征物”，从人的心中溢出，吞噬记忆雪原，就要来到这座城市，让本就破碎的宇宙又多了一丝不确定性。时间已经来不及了，她踱步思索着，然而之前强大的魔法，如今只绽放些许火花。要怎么逃，她绞尽脑汁，要怎么离开这里，她没有答案。

她想到那个人，又摇了摇头，那位似乎失去了过去的记忆，要做些什么，干些什么，还靠她来指引。但是，只有那位拥有权力，冠以“守护”的权力，来破开这一绝境。

Hint1：游玩尊师 ～The Guru～或Reimei的任意难度，结算结果中miss+bad小于7。

Hint2：游玩NYA!!!(Phigros ver.)、JunXion Between Life And Death(VIP Mix)、cryout中任意一首达成全连，并在尊师 ～The Guru～中达到A或以上。

木板搭建的破旧小屋里，几个穿着黑色雨衣的鬼面人，蹲坐在油布碎瓦之中，他们的双臂疯狂挥舞，比划着没有体系的手语，又咿咿呀呀地泼洒情绪。他们看似交流，又并非交流，故事在空间里无形地转移，如同粒子自由地扩散，一种经验又或情感弥漫开来，绝望笼罩了这片狭隘的土地。
她站在光芒射入的青苔地，视野之内有某种“象征物”，从人的心中溢出，吞噬记忆雪原，就要来到这座城市，让本就破碎的宇宙又多了一丝不确定性。时间已经来不及了，她踱步思索着，然而之前强大的魔法，如今只绽放些许火花。要怎么逃，她绞尽脑汁，要怎么离开这里，她没有答案。
她想到那个人，又摇了摇头，那位似乎失去了过去的记忆，要做些什么，干些什么，还靠她来指引。但是，只有那位拥有权力，冠以“守护”的权力，来破开这一绝境。

Hint1：游玩尊师 ～The Guru～或Reimei的任意难度，结算结果中miss+bad小于7。
Hint2：游玩NYA!!!(Phigros ver.)、JunXion Between Life And Death(VIP Mix)、cryout中任意一首达成全连，并在尊师 ～The Guru～中达到A或以上。

**诗笺#21 悲惶**ViewClose**DATE**770/08/21**SUPERVISOR**deathMark**CATEGORY**main
曲枉、玄黄、心慌，

仰视苍穹，譬如天网，

落寞地，渡野芒，

河道彼处，淼淼现真章。

奔流不赴独步往，披巾向日应沙扬。

羊嚼草，牛食蒡，

残云就里，灿灿琉璃彩，仙人羽衣裳，

凝脂若玉，杏花眉眼，疲态微曛，见寻者，蕴敛影消，归无光，

意拂去，忘其状，甚悲惶。

曲枉、玄黄、心慌，
仰视苍穹，譬如天网，
落寞地，渡野芒，
河道彼处，淼淼现真章。
奔流不赴独步往，披巾向日应沙扬。
羊嚼草，牛食蒡，
残云就里，灿灿琉璃彩，仙人羽衣裳，
凝脂若玉，杏花眉眼，疲态微曛，见寻者，蕴敛影消，归无光，
意拂去，忘其状，甚悲惶。

**Stave No.22 Liberty**ViewClose**DATE**770/08/30**SUPERVISOR**deathMark**CATEGORY**main
未知的，是否遥远，

他们带着枷锁，像天光下叫卖的走贩，

寻找的，是否美好，

停滞前进一格，向现实外翻转的幻境，

歌唱吧，翻越过去，

开始的权利即为自由，

我向你宣誓，未来的一切，无谓可能的万千，

命运它，皆由人定，

跳舞小人，打破潘多拉的魔盒，迎来崭新世界，

Leave all behind，

No time to hesitate，

天已放晴，一起前往未来吧。

未知的，是否遥远，
他们带着枷锁，像天光下叫卖的走贩，
寻找的，是否美好，
停滞前进一格，向现实外翻转的幻境，
歌唱吧，翻越过去，
开始的权利即为自由，
我向你宣誓，未来的一切，无谓可能的万千，
命运它，皆由人定，
跳舞小人，打破潘多拉的魔盒，迎来崭新世界，
Leave all behind，
No time to hesitate，
天已放晴，一起前往未来吧。

**Trophon - Clue V**ViewClose**DATE**770/06/04**SUPERVISOR**Gino**CATEGORY**bold
Trophon stored in the cargo, arrived on the Third Floor ahead of time. However upon arrival, it peaked the interest of a warehouse clerk named Brenda. She prides herself on being an inventor, and despite her lack of expertise, she decided to do a couple of experiments on the motorbike. By some miracle, she succesfully modded Trophon with a flight module. However the CarryYouFly module she used was extremely unstable.

Gino: I told you it's my motorbike. I have all the papers here, why can't I just take it back?

Branda: According to the rules, for items stored in the warehouse for a time exceeding two months, the warehouse master's signature is required, and an overtime charge has to be paid. You have to wait for the administrator, I simply do not have the authoruty to give it to you.

[Branda hides behind the newspaper, occasionally peeking at Geopelia, having no idea what she could be contemplating. She never would have expected that someone would actually come and withdraw it, and if they found out about the mod, it could mean losing her job. Or even worse...

Trophon stored in the cargo, arrived on the Third Floor ahead of time. However upon arrival, it peaked the interest of a warehouse clerk named Brenda. She prides herself on being an inventor, and despite her lack of expertise, she decided to do a couple of experiments on the motorbike. By some miracle, she succesfully modded Trophon with a flight module. However the CarryYouFly module she used was extremely unstable.
Gino: I told you it's my motorbike. I have all the papers here, why can't I just take it back?
Branda: According to the rules, for items stored in the warehouse for a time exceeding two months, the warehouse master's signature is required, and an overtime charge has to be paid. You have to wait for the administrator, I simply do not have the authoruty to give it to you.
[Branda hides behind the newspaper, occasionally peeking at Geopelia, having no idea what she could be contemplating. She never would have expected that someone would actually come and withdraw it, and if they found out about the mod, it could mean losing her job. Or even worse...

**Hotel Room Card**ViewClose**DATE**770/06/04**SUPERVISOR**Geopelia**CATEGORY**souvenir
莲渡开设的，供外来务工人员居住的小旅馆；价格便宜，地段较偏，但离地铁站很近。布兰达为了不让Gino和鸠说出自己的违纪行为，将自己在莲渡旅馆的房间供给他们居住。

莲渡开设的，供外来务工人员居住的小旅馆；价格便宜，地段较偏，但离地铁站很近。布兰达为了不让Gino和鸠说出自己的违纪行为，将自己在莲渡旅馆的房间供给他们居住。

**Note Board**ViewClose**DATE**770/06/04**SUPERVISOR**莲渡**CATEGORY**bold
旅馆前台右面的墙上常年悬挂着一块巨大的刨花板，红色胶纸被裁成“公告栏”三个字的形状，贴在了板子正上方。

在霓虹常年不散的湿气浸泡下，板面的漆皮从底部蜿蜒开裂，露出了底下微微发涨的木屑颗粒。莲渡看着生厌，便置备了各式便签和彩笔摆在前台边，不需多少时日，那条条裂缝便被联翩的便签所淹没，如同漆黑木枝上抽出了斑斓叶片。

不知哪代租客在离开前留下的一小筐刀纸笔胶，打破了便签形制的局限性。现如今，这里成为了住客们大洒灵感的地方，周边小吃测评，散漫文雅的词句，无意义叫喊，剪纸作品，广告宣传一应尽有；住房问题反馈反倒成了次要的衬托点缀。

旅馆前台右面的墙上常年悬挂着一块巨大的刨花板，红色胶纸被裁成“公告栏”三个字的形状，贴在了板子正上方。
在霓虹常年不散的湿气浸泡下，板面的漆皮从底部蜿蜒开裂，露出了底下微微发涨的木屑颗粒。莲渡看着生厌，便置备了各式便签和彩笔摆在前台边，不需多少时日，那条条裂缝便被联翩的便签所淹没，如同漆黑木枝上抽出了斑斓叶片。
不知哪代租客在离开前留下的一小筐刀纸笔胶，打破了便签形制的局限性。现如今，这里成为了住客们大洒灵感的地方，周边小吃测评，散漫文雅的词句，无意义叫喊，剪纸作品，广告宣传一应尽有；住房问题反馈反倒成了次要的衬托点缀。

**Note Board - Clue I**ViewClose**DATE**770/06/04**SUPERVISOR**Geopelia**CATEGORY**bold
将摩托就近找了个车棚放下，二人一路走走停停，抵达旅馆时已是傍晚。

Gino收起伞，站在门口抖了两下水后交给鸠，叮嘱她把它折好放进门口的伞桶里；鸠郑重地用双手将其托过，前脚一脸严肃的点了点头，后脚就趁着Gino进旅馆内部探路的空档在四周溜达起来。

等到Gino回来时，鸠已经火热的投入了她的便签版补完计划之中，脚边围了一小圈的五颜六色碎纸屑。

“Gino，看！”鸠转过身来，举起手里鸽子形状的纸片。

黑边没裁干净，看起来剪得十分草率；鸽子的头部用红黑油笔匆匆地画上了四个攒成一簇的扁圆，Gino盯了半天，才勉强辨认出来那是鸠的头饰。

“你这不是暴露自己了么。”

“咕咕可不会这么大意的！”

……

“还要多久？”Gino从桶里拿起被鸠捆得皱皱巴巴的伞，一点一点梳理整齐后放了回去。

“差一点点，一点点！”鸠则踮起脚尖，努力把便签往高的贴。

Gino看不过去，从鸠的手里接过便签，一伸手拍到了最高处，然后火速推着鸠去认路。

便签上写了什么，下次再看吧。

等两个小孩互相拌着嘴上了楼，莲渡叹了一口气，端着烧好的水从厨房里钻了出来。

方才“她”盯着板子看了颇久，久得让莲渡有些不安；给自己沏上茶，莲渡起身审视了一遍便签版，挑出其中几张撕下。

“是没去关注，还是没解出六道虹的密语暂时搁置，又或者故意没有道破？”

茶叶在水中翻滚浮沉。此时雨下得颇密，空气流通不是很好，莲渡坐回前台的藤椅上，伸手将窗户拨开一条缝，散一散这浓过头的茶香。

将摩托就近找了个车棚放下，二人一路走走停停，抵达旅馆时已是傍晚。
Gino收起伞，站在门口抖了两下水后交给鸠，叮嘱她把它折好放进门口的伞桶里；鸠郑重地用双手将其托过，前脚一脸严肃的点了点头，后脚就趁着Gino进旅馆内部探路的空档在四周溜达起来。
等到Gino回来时，鸠已经火热的投入了她的便签版补完计划之中，脚边围了一小圈的五颜六色碎纸屑。

“Gino，看！”鸠转过身来，举起手里鸽子形状的纸片。
黑边没裁干净，看起来剪得十分草率；鸽子的头部用红黑油笔匆匆地画上了四个攒成一簇的扁圆，Gino盯了半天，才勉强辨认出来那是鸠的头饰。
“你这不是暴露自己了么。”
“咕咕可不会这么大意的！”
……
“还要多久？”Gino从桶里拿起被鸠捆得皱皱巴巴的伞，一点一点梳理整齐后放了回去。
“差一点点，一点点！”鸠则踮起脚尖，努力把便签往高的贴。
Gino看不过去，从鸠的手里接过便签，一伸手拍到了最高处，然后火速推着鸠去认路。
便签上写了什么，下次再看吧。

等两个小孩互相拌着嘴上了楼，莲渡叹了一口气，端着烧好的水从厨房里钻了出来。
方才“她”盯着板子看了颇久，久得让莲渡有些不安；给自己沏上茶，莲渡起身审视了一遍便签版，挑出其中几张撕下。
“是没去关注，还是没解出六道虹的密语暂时搁置，又或者故意没有道破？”
茶叶在水中翻滚浮沉。此时雨下得颇密，空气流通不是很好，莲渡坐回前台的藤椅上，伸手将窗户拨开一条缝，散一散这浓过头的茶香。

**Note Board - Clue II**ViewClose**DATE**770/06/16**SUPERVISOR**Gino**CATEGORY**bold
【公告】

若深夜听到敲门声，请勿打开。当前情况暂未查明，本店无法对您的安全作出保障。

这两天便签版上多了不少投诉的内容，大抵都在说有人大半夜恶作剧在旅馆里挨个敲门，害得他们心慌睡不安稳。

吉诺的直觉告诉他这与他昨夜里错过的那个人有关，可惜证据几乎是没有，想要深入调查下去，还是先得从旅馆老板那里探探情报。

“莲老板，这几日半夜有人扰民一事，你可有什么头绪？”

莲渡摇摇头，发丝杂乱，看来也被闹得憔悴：“目前只能定性为恶作剧，即使是报警也不会有什么结果。”

“旅馆里有谁抽烟吗？”

“不少人。公共场所禁烟，他们一般都在旅馆门口或者房内抽。”

“薄荷烟。有天晚上我在旅馆里闻到了薄荷烟的味道。”

“哦？外香型？长住本馆的皆是些粗人，不见得会爱抽这类过甜的……你意思是它来自于夜里不断敲门的那位？”

“不打包票，但是对方确实给我一种特别的熟悉感。”

莲渡沉默，收起自己常用的茶缸，又取出两只缠枝莲纹压手杯，提壶斟上七分满，双指屈起前顶，将其中一杯推到吉诺面前。

“他是冲着我来的。”莲渡垂目苦笑，“十分要命，不然我也不会一直待在这里。”

他需要一个与杀手正面谈判的机会，而吉诺恰好就是创造这个机会的关键。

“当然，粉饰太平不是我喜欢的作风。如果你真的想知道他是谁，今晚他来的时候，帮我抓住他。”

【公告】
若深夜听到敲门声，请勿打开。当前情况暂未查明，本店无法对您的安全作出保障。

这两天便签版上多了不少投诉的内容，大抵都在说有人大半夜恶作剧在旅馆里挨个敲门，害得他们心慌睡不安稳。
吉诺的直觉告诉他这与他昨夜里错过的那个人有关，可惜证据几乎是没有，想要深入调查下去，还是先得从旅馆老板那里探探情报。

“莲老板，这几日半夜有人扰民一事，你可有什么头绪？”
莲渡摇摇头，发丝杂乱，看来也被闹得憔悴：“目前只能定性为恶作剧，即使是报警也不会有什么结果。”
“旅馆里有谁抽烟吗？”
“不少人。公共场所禁烟，他们一般都在旅馆门口或者房内抽。”
“薄荷烟。有天晚上我在旅馆里闻到了薄荷烟的味道。”
“哦？外香型？长住本馆的皆是些粗人，不见得会爱抽这类过甜的……你意思是它来自于夜里不断敲门的那位？”
“不打包票，但是对方确实给我一种特别的熟悉感。”
莲渡沉默，收起自己常用的茶缸，又取出两只缠枝莲纹压手杯，提壶斟上七分满，双指屈起前顶，将其中一杯推到吉诺面前。
“他是冲着我来的。”莲渡垂目苦笑，“十分要命，不然我也不会一直待在这里。”
他需要一个与杀手正面谈判的机会，而吉诺恰好就是创造这个机会的关键。
“当然，粉饰太平不是我喜欢的作风。如果你真的想知道他是谁，今晚他来的时候，帮我抓住他。”

**Note Board - Clue III**ViewClose**DATE**770/06/18**SUPERVISOR**Geopelia**CATEGORY**bold
浓烟滚滚，不时能听到周围房客的惊叫，Alpa驮着鸠在走廊上飞奔。旅馆出口曙光在即，鸠在颠簸间勉强睁眼一瞥，恰好看到一张边角黏附着引燃火星的便签——

【馆长今晚不在，有事请留言在该条下。】

……

消防员从旅馆出来，示意火已经灭了，众房客这才松了一口气，纷纷按指示从外部把窗户尽可能地都打开，方便烟尘散去。

鸠捏着鼻子悄悄探头看了一眼，几乎所有家具都蒙了厚厚一层灰，地板上泥水浓妆淡抹，不甚美好；便签版成为了重灾区，大概是不能要了，鸠为上面的美食指南感到一阵可惜。

“小姑娘，不要着急，门框顶上也是有灰的，落头发里可就不好了。”

听闻此言，鸠赶忙缩了回来，循声望去，消防员正坐在旅馆门口的台阶上休憩，防火服没有脱，似乎是不想淋雨。

“火焰只在一层有所蔓延，在触发烟感报警器之后基本都被浇灭了；上面的房间没怎么遭到破坏，天黑的时候差不多就可以重新住进去。”

鸠乖巧地点了点头，悄悄扭过身打了个哈欠。半个晚上都没能睡成，旅馆这会儿也进不去；正苦闷当头，终端上Gino发来了消息。

Gino：【位置信息】

Gino：我忙完了。在这里汇合，吃早餐。

鸠：收到！

浓烟滚滚，不时能听到周围房客的惊叫，Alpa驮着鸠在走廊上飞奔。旅馆出口曙光在即，鸠在颠簸间勉强睁眼一瞥，恰好看到一张边角黏附着引燃火星的便签——
【馆长今晚不在，有事请留言在该条下。】

……

消防员从旅馆出来，示意火已经灭了，众房客这才松了一口气，纷纷按指示从外部把窗户尽可能地都打开，方便烟尘散去。

鸠捏着鼻子悄悄探头看了一眼，几乎所有家具都蒙了厚厚一层灰，地板上泥水浓妆淡抹，不甚美好；便签版成为了重灾区，大概是不能要了，鸠为上面的美食指南感到一阵可惜。
“小姑娘，不要着急，门框顶上也是有灰的，落头发里可就不好了。”
听闻此言，鸠赶忙缩了回来，循声望去，消防员正坐在旅馆门口的台阶上休憩，防火服没有脱，似乎是不想淋雨。
“火焰只在一层有所蔓延，在触发烟感报警器之后基本都被浇灭了；上面的房间没怎么遭到破坏，天黑的时候差不多就可以重新住进去。”
鸠乖巧地点了点头，悄悄扭过身打了个哈欠。半个晚上都没能睡成，旅馆这会儿也进不去；正苦闷当头，终端上Gino发来了消息。

Gino：【位置信息】
Gino：我忙完了。在这里汇合，吃早餐。
鸠：收到！

**Late Return**ViewClose**DATE**770/06/15**SUPERVISOR**Gino**CATEGORY**main
烟香弥漫，钻进门缝，闯入雨中。

闻之，

掷伞紧奔，故人不见。

夜息清冽，那是谁家午夜梦回。

烟香弥漫，钻进门缝，闯入雨中。
闻之，
掷伞紧奔，故人不见。
夜息清冽，那是谁家午夜梦回。

**First Aid Kit**ViewClose**DATE**770/06/18**SUPERVISOR**莲渡**CATEGORY**bold
一应俱全的小药箱，是每座温暖小屋的必备之物，莲渡总觉得摆在外边占地方，于是把它塞到了厨房柜子里。

一应俱全的小药箱，是每座温暖小屋的必备之物，莲渡总觉得摆在外边占地方，于是把它塞到了厨房柜子里。

**First Aid Kit - Clue I**ViewClose**DATE**770/06/18**SUPERVISOR**莲渡**CATEGORY**bold
午夜时分，莲渡一改过去的游击策略，坐在灯灭漆黑的厨房里，静待不速之客的到来。

咚，咚，咚。

熟悉的三下扣门声响起，莲渡唤醒终端，按计划通知躲在一旁杂物间中的吉诺，可信号明明显示满格，那消息却一直转着圈，最终跳动一下变成一个红色的叹号。

氛围微变。

一计不成，便换一计。莲渡弯腰钻到水池底下，从底板与侧板的衔接处揭起一根细丝。

吉诺现在所待的那个储物间是六道虹专门用来藏人的。储物间与厨房仅一墙之隔，其内有足够一个人吃上半年的干粮，饮水则通过夹在墙中的一根细管来解决。在敌人到来之前，莲渡检查过这一备案的可靠性，丝线穿过细管，另一端系着吉诺的一撮头发，轻轻一拽便可被告知。

于是莲渡拉动了细线。下一秒，细线却节节断裂，落进灰尘中不见了踪影。

敲门声再度响起。

“呼——”

莲渡深叹一口气，强迫自己将注意力集中在眼前。吉诺那边没有反应，那只有两种可能，一是他被做掉了，二是自己的动静传不到他那里去；既然这回都是“熟人”打架，前者的概率微可不计，那么就只剩下第二种可能了。

“使对象所有通知外界的举动全部失效，真是好用的能力啊。”莲渡一遍遍审视着厨房，最后从柜子深处拖出药箱，挑选待会儿用得上的东西；不知不觉失去五个分身，栽在这种能力上并不冤枉；但好在，其他类型的行动似乎没有受到影响，比如说，布置障碍物阻拦对方，或者是制造出足以逃离的缺口。

既然有了其他的“可能”，自己成功破局的那种可能就不会不存在。

午夜时分，莲渡一改过去的游击策略，坐在灯灭漆黑的厨房里，静待不速之客的到来。
咚，咚，咚。
熟悉的三下扣门声响起，莲渡唤醒终端，按计划通知躲在一旁杂物间中的吉诺，可信号明明显示满格，那消息却一直转着圈，最终跳动一下变成一个红色的叹号。
氛围微变。
一计不成，便换一计。莲渡弯腰钻到水池底下，从底板与侧板的衔接处揭起一根细丝。
吉诺现在所待的那个储物间是六道虹专门用来藏人的。储物间与厨房仅一墙之隔，其内有足够一个人吃上半年的干粮，饮水则通过夹在墙中的一根细管来解决。在敌人到来之前，莲渡检查过这一备案的可靠性，丝线穿过细管，另一端系着吉诺的一撮头发，轻轻一拽便可被告知。
于是莲渡拉动了细线。下一秒，细线却节节断裂，落进灰尘中不见了踪影。
敲门声再度响起。
“呼——”
莲渡深叹一口气，强迫自己将注意力集中在眼前。吉诺那边没有反应，那只有两种可能，一是他被做掉了，二是自己的动静传不到他那里去；既然这回都是“熟人”打架，前者的概率微可不计，那么就只剩下第二种可能了。
“使对象所有通知外界的举动全部失效，真是好用的能力啊。”莲渡一遍遍审视着厨房，最后从柜子深处拖出药箱，挑选待会儿用得上的东西；不知不觉失去五个分身，栽在这种能力上并不冤枉；但好在，其他类型的行动似乎没有受到影响，比如说，布置障碍物阻拦对方，或者是制造出足以逃离的缺口。
既然有了其他的“可能”，自己成功破局的那种可能就不会不存在。

**First Aid Kit - Clue II**ViewClose**DATE**770/06/18**SUPERVISOR**Dlyro**CATEGORY**bold
“哈，这回终于不是一堆房间了。”敲完门，Dlyro走回前台边上，从烟夹中抽出一根薄荷烟，拇指熟练地拨动打火机的砂轮，嚓嚓两下，一小簇火苗便弹了出来。

对方离他并不远，就在几步外的那间屋里，如果她记得没错的话，那是间开水间改造成的厨房。只要她能确定目标的位置，那么不论对方怎么呼救，都无法被其他人所知。德利能感觉到，此时目标在房里来回走动，不死心的挣扎张牙舞爪；在目标对象处于应激状态下时出手不是一个好的时机，她决定再等一会儿。

厨房内传出一阵窸窣的动静，节奏与屋外的雨声交织融合；啪嚓一声，灯被点亮，暖黄色的光芒从门缝缓慢渗出，温暖迷蒙，似在邀人进入。

“是放弃挣扎了吗？”

德利手指轻轻搓动，破裂的爆珠使得这工作前的最后一口烟层次十足。从前台到厨房的几步路被她走得十分从容，门内的人却绷得很紧，与她保持着同步的距离后退，一步，两步，直到抵住窗子退无可退，二人间的距离才开始进一步缩小。

一层的窗户都安装了防盗网。Dlyro特地检查过，没有全套工具和个把小时是拆不下来的——况且她还热心的帮忙维修了一下。

这样随想着，德利握上了门把手，然后被烫得下意识松开。德利捂着手后退半步，重新审视那“灯光”，不均匀的亮度分布和肉眼便可察觉到的闪烁频率如同隐忍憋笑的顽童，嘲笑着她的轻敌。

“够狠啊！”

德利不怒反笑，扭身一脚踢断锁芯，房门被暴力破开，横在门口的藤椅七零八落，化为熊熊燃烧的碎块。莲渡踩在厨房地台上，扬手敲碎天花板吊顶一角，露出排烟管道足矣让一个成年男性通过的全貌。做完这一切，他扭头看了一眼德利，绛红的眸子似是蔑视，又似是挑衅，随后毫不犹豫地仰身翻出厨房。

“啧！”

一脚迈出，流动的虚浮感成功带偏了德利的身体重心，也不知道莲渡往地上泼了什么，不仅奇滑无比，还在火焰的炙烤下散发着难忍的草木滞涩气味。德利快速稳住身体，走上两步便适应了个七七八八，速度不减地追了上去。

“哈，这回终于不是一堆房间了。”敲完门，Dlyro走回前台边上，从烟夹中抽出一根薄荷烟，拇指熟练地拨动打火机的砂轮，嚓嚓两下，一小簇火苗便弹了出来。
对方离他并不远，就在几步外的那间屋里，如果她记得没错的话，那是间开水间改造成的厨房。只要她能确定目标的位置，那么不论对方怎么呼救，都无法被其他人所知。德利能感觉到，此时目标在房里来回走动，不死心的挣扎张牙舞爪；在目标对象处于应激状态下时出手不是一个好的时机，她决定再等一会儿。
厨房内传出一阵窸窣的动静，节奏与屋外的雨声交织融合；啪嚓一声，灯被点亮，暖黄色的光芒从门缝缓慢渗出，温暖迷蒙，似在邀人进入。
“是放弃挣扎了吗？”
德利手指轻轻搓动，破裂的爆珠使得这工作前的最后一口烟层次十足。从前台到厨房的几步路被她走得十分从容，门内的人却绷得很紧，与她保持着同步的距离后退，一步，两步，直到抵住窗子退无可退，二人间的距离才开始进一步缩小。
一层的窗户都安装了防盗网。Dlyro特地检查过，没有全套工具和个把小时是拆不下来的——况且她还热心的帮忙维修了一下。
这样随想着，德利握上了门把手，然后被烫得下意识松开。德利捂着手后退半步，重新审视那“灯光”，不均匀的亮度分布和肉眼便可察觉到的闪烁频率如同隐忍憋笑的顽童，嘲笑着她的轻敌。
“够狠啊！”
德利不怒反笑，扭身一脚踢断锁芯，房门被暴力破开，横在门口的藤椅七零八落，化为熊熊燃烧的碎块。莲渡踩在厨房地台上，扬手敲碎天花板吊顶一角，露出排烟管道足矣让一个成年男性通过的全貌。做完这一切，他扭头看了一眼德利，绛红的眸子似是蔑视，又似是挑衅，随后毫不犹豫地仰身翻出厨房。
“啧！”
一脚迈出，流动的虚浮感成功带偏了德利的身体重心，也不知道莲渡往地上泼了什么，不仅奇滑无比，还在火焰的炙烤下散发着难忍的草木滞涩气味。德利快速稳住身体，走上两步便适应了个七七八八，速度不减地追了上去。

## Chapter VI

**[Rec] Rebirth**ViewClose**DATE**770/08/31**SUPERVISOR**Geopelia**CATEGORY**Main
Blue sky......

Images of the pass few months inexplicably flashed through my mind. How long has it been, since I've seen the sky like this.

Speaking of which, it was also not long when I came across them.

So what is this place?

Sure enough, neom has already been destroyed.

"You are awake."

I heard a voice, and then saw who it belonged to. They were calling me with a sly smile on their face, which stopped my daydreaming.

"New character!"

"What?"

Calm down cuckoo, maybe it's just someone you know but in a new shell. It wouldn't be the first time, after all.

"Please do not panic. I am Igallta, your rebirth instructor from today onwards. Pleasure to meet you."

"Also, welcome to haven."

Heaven? As in... The afterlife?

I lost conscious yet again.

Blue sky......
Images of the pass few months inexplicably flashed through my mind. How long has it been, since I've seen the sky like this.
Speaking of which, it was also not long when I came across them.
So what is this place?
Sure enough, neom has already been destroyed.
"You are awake."
I heard a voice, and then saw who it belonged to. They were calling me with a sly smile on their face, which stopped my daydreaming.
"New character!"
"What?"
Calm down cuckoo, maybe it's just someone you know but in a new shell. It wouldn't be the first time, after all.
"Please do not panic. I am Igallta, your rebirth instructor from today onwards. Pleasure to meet you."
"Also, welcome to haven."
Heaven? As in... The afterlife?
I lost conscious yet again.

**[Decipher] 望影の方舟Six**ViewClose**DATE**770/08/31**SUPERVISOR**Geopelia**CATEGORY**Key
[«Rebirth» Registration Office]

Igallta: Please follow me, right this way.

Geopelia: Alright-

[The walls of the reception hall had hundreds upon hundreds of transparent panels, each blinking with six digit numbers. A name was written under every panel, and above the one labeled Gino, the big "000000" was especially eye-catching.

Geopelia: Gino! Huh Why did it automatically turned into 1000000...

Igallta: Dove?

Geopelia: Oh, right, I'm coming!

[CLUE]: When 1000000 were «Reborn», «Six» began to change.

[«Rebirth» Registration Office]
Igallta: Please follow me, right this way.
Geopelia: Alright-
[The walls of the reception hall had hundreds upon hundreds of transparent panels, each blinking with six digit numbers. A name was written under every panel, and above the one labeled Gino, the big "000000" was especially eye-catching.
Geopelia: Gino! Huh Why did it automatically turned into 1000000...
Igallta: Dove?
Geopelia: Oh, right, I'm coming!

[CLUE]: When 1000000 were «Reborn», «Six» began to change.

**Decipher - Igallta**ViewClose**DATE**770/08/31**SUPERVISOR**deathMark**CATEGORY**Key
Trending:

00:00 Genesis 8:12

02:08 Trecheng Breth Féne 29/92/133/244/255

04:01 二子乘舟, 泛泛其景. 愿言思子, 中心养养

06:31 PPPhigrOS\_Project\_Stage\_Final\_VI\_ArkDoom\_Igallta\_deciphered

08:31 Thank you for your waiting. Now, follow my instructions.

[CLUE]:

Avoid the notes that are out of place. Don't be decieved.

EZ:214

HD:185/398

IN:218/495/629

The enemies have ceased their invasion towards the Six. Igallta is weaker than we first thought.

Trending:
00:00 Genesis 8:12
02:08 Trecheng Breth Féne 29/92/133/244/255
04:01 二子乘舟, 泛泛其景. 愿言思子, 中心养养
06:31 PPPhigrOS\_Project\_Stage\_Final\_VI\_ArkDoom\_Igallta\_deciphered
08:31 Thank you for your waiting. Now, follow my instructions.

[CLUE]:
Avoid the notes that are out of place. Don't be decieved.
EZ:214
HD:185/398
IN:218/495/629
The enemies have ceased their invasion towards the Six. Igallta is weaker than we first thought.

**Trophon - Clue VI**ViewClose**DATE**771/01/04**SUPERVISOR**Gino**CATEGORY**bold
时隔半年，Trophon重新从幽蓝边界打捞出来，飞行功能莫名稳定了，但核心动力模块损坏严重，于是Gino将其交给机械师Fuli调整。

“还能修好吗”

“引擎完全坏了，得换个新的。” Fuli收起手电筒，敲了敲车壳，“怎么样，搞个核动力不。”

“不难维护就成。”

“行，坐那等会儿吧，马上就好。”

Gino信任Fuli的技术，但不相信对方嘴里的“马上”，他拿起外套在车场里晃悠，时值上午，土卫六的天空蒙着一层绿雾，外场的汽车也做了旧，此时一辆本该泯于众人的宝蓝色跑车，吸引了他的目光。

这里有故事，他多年来的经验，诉说着这一事实。

他回到修车仓，即刻询问道：“外面那台路星67怎么卖的？”

“报价好像是20GB吧，不过，你有宇宙飞船驾驶证吗，那车除了壳子还是公路车，里面构造可全改了哦。”

“啊，以前有，重生后继承失败了。”

Fuli笑笑不说话，跨代继承能成功才有鬼。

“你室友肯定有证，你问她乐意要么，她要乐意，我现在就卖给你家。”

时隔半年，Trophon重新从幽蓝边界打捞出来，飞行功能莫名稳定了，但核心动力模块损坏严重，于是Gino将其交给机械师Fuli调整。

“还能修好吗”
“引擎完全坏了，得换个新的。” Fuli收起手电筒，敲了敲车壳，“怎么样，搞个核动力不。”
“不难维护就成。”
“行，坐那等会儿吧，马上就好。”
Gino信任Fuli的技术，但不相信对方嘴里的“马上”，他拿起外套在车场里晃悠，时值上午，土卫六的天空蒙着一层绿雾，外场的汽车也做了旧，此时一辆本该泯于众人的宝蓝色跑车，吸引了他的目光。
这里有故事，他多年来的经验，诉说着这一事实。
他回到修车仓，即刻询问道：“外面那台路星67怎么卖的？”
“报价好像是20GB吧，不过，你有宇宙飞船驾驶证吗，那车除了壳子还是公路车，里面构造可全改了哦。”
“啊，以前有，重生后继承失败了。”
Fuli笑笑不说话，跨代继承能成功才有鬼。
“你室友肯定有证，你问她乐意要么，她要乐意，我现在就卖给你家。”

**豌豆食谱合集**ViewClose**DATE**632/07/03**SUPERVISOR**雪梨膏**CATEGORY**nonsence
作为随机重生制度的执行人，背刺豌豆似乎已经成为了一种常态，在豌豆每一次的重生之后，都会有一道名菜横空出世……

【豌豆食谱合集01】

高端的食材往往需要可怜的同事牺牲，这天豌豆和我逛街正巧一辆泥头车迎面而来，可怜的豌豆变成了烂豆……我悲伤的将豌豆的粉末收集起来，放入温水中充分搅拌…不得不说豆浆真的挺好喝，特别是这种现磨的。

【豌豆食谱合集02】

这天豌豆找我喝酒，他一不小心掉进了酒瓶里面，我捞上来的时候都酿入味了。

豌豆，一种很好的下酒菜。

【豌豆食谱合集03】

事实证明，豌豆不宜在潮湿的环境下生存。

不过我还是很期待吃下一盘炒豆芽的。

【豌豆食谱合集04】

每当豌豆不小心跳进幽蓝边界，都需要一名悲伤的食客将其打捞上来。

这豆花吃起来有幽蓝味，得劲。

作为随机重生制度的执行人，背刺豌豆似乎已经成为了一种常态，在豌豆每一次的重生之后，都会有一道名菜横空出世……
【豌豆食谱合集01】
高端的食材往往需要可怜的同事牺牲，这天豌豆和我逛街正巧一辆泥头车迎面而来，可怜的豌豆变成了烂豆……我悲伤的将豌豆的粉末收集起来，放入温水中充分搅拌…不得不说豆浆真的挺好喝，特别是这种现磨的。
【豌豆食谱合集02】
这天豌豆找我喝酒，他一不小心掉进了酒瓶里面，我捞上来的时候都酿入味了。
豌豆，一种很好的下酒菜。
【豌豆食谱合集03】
事实证明，豌豆不宜在潮湿的环境下生存。
不过我还是很期待吃下一盘炒豆芽的。
【豌豆食谱合集04】
每当豌豆不小心跳进幽蓝边界，都需要一名悲伤的食客将其打捞上来。
这豆花吃起来有幽蓝味，得劲。

**公派任务**ViewClose**DATE**771/07/09**SUPERVISOR**豌豆**CATEGORY**bold
豌豆：呜呜雪梨膏——我又要出差了——【坐在杯子边缘吨吨灌酒】

雪梨膏：嗯。这回又被派到哪里了？

豌豆：啊——好像是，是叫阿刺克涅！我去那里当卧底！

【“他说的是阿剌克涅吧……”雪梨膏这样想道。】

豌豆：嗝。如果——如果啊——我暴露了被抓了，你一定要来救——【滑倒】【扑咚一声】

雪梨膏：此役难归，难归啊！【摇头】【将日程表里的几项背刺实施工作改为休息度假】

豌豆：咕噜，咕噜咕噜唔唔唔唔！咕噜噜噜——噜。【挣扎】

豌豆：呜呜雪梨膏——我又要出差了——【坐在杯子边缘吨吨灌酒】
雪梨膏：嗯。这回又被派到哪里了？
豌豆：啊——好像是，是叫阿刺克涅！我去那里当卧底！
【“他说的是阿剌克涅吧……”雪梨膏这样想道。】
豌豆：嗝。如果——如果啊——我暴露了被抓了，你一定要来救——【滑倒】【扑咚一声】
雪梨膏：此役难归，难归啊！【摇头】【将日程表里的几项背刺实施工作改为休息度假】
豌豆：咕噜，咕噜咕噜唔唔唔唔！咕噜噜噜——噜。【挣扎】

**Cover Letter**ViewClose**DATE**771/07/11**SUPERVISOR**Broken Data Research**CATEGORY**nonsence
【一封来源不明的求职信，信封上很讲究的盖了金黄色的火漆印，闻起来还有股谷物的香气。】

尊敬的人事部负责人

您好！

    首先真诚的感谢可以让我知道贵团队的宝贵招聘信息，给我提供了一个引荐自己的机会。

在众多的工作职位中，每个人都有一个最合适自己的职位，在养成了每个月重生不下十次的好习惯之后，而我越来越确信自己很适合捕捞破碎数据这样一个具有挑战性的职位；我具备着优秀的文化素养，熟悉数据归纳整理流程，并且拥有着面对反复重生的良好心态。

最重要的是，我怀着一颗真诚、充满期待的心来应聘，我深信自己可以出色的胜任这项工作，希望贵团队能够接纳我成为你们的一员。

    此致

密斯特儿·宾斯

：“咱们有发过招聘布告吗？”

：“你说呢？这种没事找打的，一律骗进来当一次性工具人使就完事儿了。”

【一封来源不明的求职信，信封上很讲究的盖了金黄色的火漆印，闻起来还有股谷物的香气。】
尊敬的人事部负责人
您好！
    首先真诚的感谢可以让我知道贵团队的宝贵招聘信息，给我提供了一个引荐自己的机会。

在众多的工作职位中，每个人都有一个最合适自己的职位，在养成了每个月重生不下十次的好习惯之后，而我越来越确信自己很适合捕捞破碎数据这样一个具有挑战性的职位；我具备着优秀的文化素养，熟悉数据归纳整理流程，并且拥有着面对反复重生的良好心态。

最重要的是，我怀着一颗真诚、充满期待的心来应聘，我深信自己可以出色的胜任这项工作，希望贵团队能够接纳我成为你们的一员。
    此致
密斯特儿·宾斯
：“咱们有发过招聘布告吗？”
：“你说呢？这种没事找打的，一律骗进来当一次性工具人使就完事儿了。”

**豌豆种植记录**ViewClose**DATE**771/07/13**SUPERVISOR**Broken Data Research**CATEGORY**souvenir
记录：今天破碎数据研究组捕获了一粒性状为黄色圆粒的豌豆，似乎是纯合子。

豌豆：我在哪？(迷迷糊糊）

【铲土的声音，随后豌豆被夹了起来。】

豌豆：…嗯？诶我——

【阳光照在小花盆上，一切刚刚好…】

A：(看阳台上多出来的花盆）这种的什么？

B：不知道，一些花种吧？也不知道啥时候发芽。

A：种子不应该种在试验田吗？

B：……对哦(开始挖）

记录：今天破碎数据研究组捕获了一粒性状为黄色圆粒的豌豆，似乎是纯合子。

豌豆：我在哪？(迷迷糊糊）
【铲土的声音，随后豌豆被夹了起来。】
豌豆：…嗯？诶我——
【阳光照在小花盆上，一切刚刚好…】

A：(看阳台上多出来的花盆）这种的什么？
B：不知道，一些花种吧？也不知道啥时候发芽。
A：种子不应该种在试验田吗？
B：……对哦(开始挖）

**豌豆种植记录·线索一**ViewClose**DATE**771/07/14**SUPERVISOR**Broken Data Research**CATEGORY**souvenir
豌豆现在很懵。

他来碎数研干嘛的来着？怎么还被人抓起来埋了？

可恶，要埋也挑个好盆啊……

【挖土的声音】

A：(看着被挖出来的豌豆）这不是早上捕获的那个豆子吗？咋埋起来了？AI豌豆会发芽？

B：不知道，埋着试试，也许呢？

【豌豆又被人夹起来，放在了一张餐巾纸上。】

A：不知道统治局那些家伙们会不会来抄阿剌克涅家门，反正先把他扣这再说。

【那两人走远了。豌豆在纸上滚动几圈都没法滚出去，看来之上还有个透明罩子。豌豆沉思片刻，忽然余光看见一个黑发女孩走过来。】

鸠：嗯？？炒豌豆！(眼睛发亮）

豌豆：(尖叫）我不是吃的啊！！

豌豆现在很懵。
他来碎数研干嘛的来着？怎么还被人抓起来埋了？
可恶，要埋也挑个好盆啊……

【挖土的声音】
A：(看着被挖出来的豌豆）这不是早上捕获的那个豆子吗？咋埋起来了？AI豌豆会发芽？
B：不知道，埋着试试，也许呢？
【豌豆又被人夹起来，放在了一张餐巾纸上。】
A：不知道统治局那些家伙们会不会来抄阿剌克涅家门，反正先把他扣这再说。
【那两人走远了。豌豆在纸上滚动几圈都没法滚出去，看来之上还有个透明罩子。豌豆沉思片刻，忽然余光看见一个黑发女孩走过来。】
鸠：嗯？？炒豌豆！(眼睛发亮）
豌豆：(尖叫）我不是吃的啊！！

**Distress Letter**ViewClose**DATE**771/07/15**SUPERVISOR**雪梨膏**CATEGORY**bold
豌豆特工捎给雪梨膏干事的几封求救信，有些是用泥土写的有些是餐巾纸叠起来的，但很明显都被雪梨膏当成玩笑看待了。

雪梨膏：你被抓正好，不用我出手了。

豌豆：？

豌豆特工捎给雪梨膏干事的几封求救信，有些是用泥土写的有些是餐巾纸叠起来的，但很明显都被雪梨膏当成玩笑看待了。
雪梨膏：你被抓正好，不用我出手了。
豌豆：？

**Chronos's Pigeon**ViewClose**DATE**689/03/07**SUPERVISOR**雪梨膏**CATEGORY**bold
一只白色羽毛的鸽子，但尾巴是灰色的，有时候会发出一些奇怪的叫声。据说原本是克洛诺斯养的，现在被统治局当做传信工具鸽。

雪梨膏：豌豆你看，这是鸭子。

豌豆：？这不是鸽子吗？

雪梨膏：这是鸭子，我赌10MB。

豌豆：行，我赌20MB这是鸽子。

雪梨膏：OK，越赌服输哦。

鸽子：【拍翅膀】嘎——

豌豆：……【扔下20MB头也不回的走】

一只白色羽毛的鸽子，但尾巴是灰色的，有时候会发出一些奇怪的叫声。据说原本是克洛诺斯养的，现在被统治局当做传信工具鸽。
雪梨膏：豌豆你看，这是鸭子。
豌豆：？这不是鸽子吗？
雪梨膏：这是鸭子，我赌10MB。
豌豆：行，我赌20MB这是鸽子。
雪梨膏：OK，越赌服输哦。
鸽子：【拍翅膀】嘎——
豌豆：……【扔下20MB头也不回的走】

**Chrono's Pigeon - Clue I**ViewClose**DATE**771/07/24**SUPERVISOR**Broken Data Research**CATEGORY**bold
碎数研众人面对这只几天前一头撞在阿剌克涅墙上晕过去的鸽子陷入沉思。后来这只傻鸟被碎数研暂时收养起来，平常会喂一点空投小饼干做鸟食。】

鸠：哇！是咕咕的同类诶！(伸手想去摸）

鸽子：(啄了一口）嘎！

鸠：嘶！(迅速收回手）……错误的估计。

【此时谢鸣拎着沉睡的豌豆，从厨房走来。】

谢鸣：送来的正好，我还纠结这豌豆该怎么做比较好吃，既然这样那就豌豆炖鸽汤吧。

豌豆：(惊醒）？？

碎数研众人面对这只几天前一头撞在阿剌克涅墙上晕过去的鸽子陷入沉思。后来这只傻鸟被碎数研暂时收养起来，平常会喂一点空投小饼干做鸟食。】
鸠：哇！是咕咕的同类诶！(伸手想去摸）
鸽子：(啄了一口）嘎！
鸠：嘶！(迅速收回手）……错误的估计。
【此时谢鸣拎着沉睡的豌豆，从厨房走来。】
谢鸣：送来的正好，我还纠结这豌豆该怎么做比较好吃，既然这样那就豌豆炖鸽汤吧。
豌豆：(惊醒）？？

**Cans of Snow Pear Cream**ViewClose**DATE**722/11/30**SUPERVISOR**豌豆**CATEGORY**bold
雪梨膏干事使用未知方法从自己身上剥离下的一部分，掺入致死量农药后被装进雪梨膏住的同款小罐子送给了豌豆特工。

豌豆大受感动，带回家后并没有将其吃掉，而是放在床头好好珍藏。

又要想别的方法来凑够当月业绩了，雪梨膏有点遗憾。

雪梨膏干事使用未知方法从自己身上剥离下的一部分，掺入致死量农药后被装进雪梨膏住的同款小罐子送给了豌豆特工。
豌豆大受感动，带回家后并没有将其吃掉，而是放在床头好好珍藏。
又要想别的方法来凑够当月业绩了，雪梨膏有点遗憾。

## Chapter VII

**[Image] Clock Paradox**ViewClose**DATE**771/08/31**SUPERVISOR**Geopelia**CATEGORY**key
The spaceship steps into the depth of the universe, as its engine rumbles. The mining machines wander among the asteroid belt off the racetrack. Viewing far out to the south pole of Saturn, there is a giant clock face, so profound as the eye of the white whole. The spaceship of the first men, Ark I, stops here, in the still time, falling back occasionally as a mirage. From the distance to the near, countless needles with unknown scales rotates slowly, clockwise or anticlockwise. Some stays in silence for years without moving for one second, while others move as swiftly as photons, spin and sink from the highest point, falling into the far depth of the inner core.

Those needles are nearly identical, all connected in series by the pole, maintaining the clockwork in an incomprehensible way. Perhaps the only clock needle we see has always been that same one, while the others are mere fading phantoms, filling in the gaps of the real numbers, and then become nameless new real number scales, until no longer divisible. The seemingly never-stopping time appears like a view of moving frames. It stays still at its smallest scale, yet relative to the observers, the stillness obtains the nature of movement. Whether it is due to the movement or the stillness of the observer, we are yet to know.

This is the clock paradox.

The spaceship steps into the depth of the universe, as its engine rumbles. The mining machines wander among the asteroid belt off the racetrack. Viewing far out to the south pole of Saturn, there is a giant clock face, so profound as the eye of the white whole. The spaceship of the first men, Ark I, stops here, in the still time, falling back occasionally as a mirage. From the distance to the near, countless needles with unknown scales rotates slowly, clockwise or anticlockwise. Some stays in silence for years without moving for one second, while others move as swiftly as photons, spin and sink from the highest point, falling into the far depth of the inner core.
Those needles are nearly identical, all connected in series by the pole, maintaining the clockwork in an incomprehensible way. Perhaps the only clock needle we see has always been that same one, while the others are mere fading phantoms, filling in the gaps of the real numbers, and then become nameless new real number scales, until no longer divisible. The seemingly never-stopping time appears like a view of moving frames. It stays still at its smallest scale, yet relative to the observers, the stillness obtains the nature of movement. Whether it is due to the movement or the stillness of the observer, we are yet to know.
This is the clock paradox.

**Clock Town 93rd ALIGN Club Type Rally**ViewClose**DATE**771/08/31**SUPERVISOR**Geopelia**CATEGORY**key
1. Pass through the following areas in order: South Pole Anti-Gravity Course, Clock City Pipe Wall Course, Star Ring Racing Obstacle Course, Mazarino's End Overlap Course.

2. Pass the Endless Sea sinking zone with A-class speed and reach the finish line.

3. [Data Expunged]

1. Pass through the following areas in order: South Pole Anti-Gravity Course, Clock City Pipe Wall Course, Star Ring Racing Obstacle Course, Mazarino's End Overlap Course.
2. Pass the Endless Sea sinking zone with A-class speed and reach the finish line.
3. [Data Expunged]