Arknights Tags 소설 & 이야기

Three months have passed in the game and the guild Notification board had the details of the Final 32 players qualified, The usernames of the players are :- 1. Miza 2. Reed Lady 3. Psycho 4. Pink Dolphin 5. Hellcat 6. Devil Chick 7. Bunny Baby 8. Dark Angel 9. Aoi Ayu 10. Spix Suka 11. Sun Shine 12. Vixen Muffin 13. Nest Free 14. Zero 15. Yellow Lion 16. Unique Identity 17. Ultimate Guide 18. Steel Foil 19. Slaughter 20. Sky Bully 21. Skull Crusher 22. Silver Stone

Knowing that she wouldn’t tell me what was going on, I turned to look at Vlad. “What is he talking about?” “I didn’t realize it until now, but I thought there was something familiar about you. Since I didn’t see your husband, I thought I had the wrong person. In the game, you and your husband are known as legends. You two are the only ones to progress so quickly, without a large group. Everyone calls you two the Black and White Knights of Arcane Realm.” I wanted to laugh at his explanation. Right now, I wished that Luka were here to hear this. It was slightly fitting, as our outfits were rare and looked like a Knight. Returning my attention to Nicole, I could see that she wasn’t pleased abou

“That is all, you may spend the time to train and grow before entering an exam. Do you have any further questions?” “Ah yes actually, I see there are different colours of the tags, what do they mean?” “The colours show their ranks. Starting from the bottom is Cadet-black, Newbie-purple, Rookie-red, Novice-blue, Experienced-green, Seasoned-yellow, Veteran-white, Champion-bronze, Ace-silver and finally Legendary-gold. Ten ranks in all. There are a few ways to earn your ranks. Usually one would start from the bottom and make their way up by doing quests. Some aced the exam and got an upper rank right off the bat. Some earn points by contributing to the community by financial or military means.”

Her voice was soft, smooth, completely at odds with the devilish glint in her eyes. “My job’s simple. I get to mop the floor with all of you.” She said it so kindly it took a second to register. Nyomei gave a nervous laugh. “She’s joking, right?” “She’s not joking,” Brand muttered, eyes wide. “Match commencing,” the system announced, cutting off our chatter. “Today’s format: Tag.” That got a few raised brows. “Tag?” I repeated. “We’re seriously doing playground games?” Orin asked. “Each of you will wear a vest,” the system continued. “A light-sensitive plate is attached to the back. If Lysar touches your plate, you are out. If any of you manage to tag hers, she is out.”

“But they’re also fiercely independent. The Winter’s Claw pack doesn’t rely on anyone but themselves, and they expect the same from others. If you can prove your strength to them, they’ll stand by your side. But if they see any sign of weakness, they won’t hesitate to cut ties.” Theo paused, his finger tracing the outline of the African continent on the map. "In Africa, there is a pack unlike any other," he began, his voice carrying a tone of deep respect. "The Obsidian Claw pack, nestled within the dense jungles of the Congo. They're a fierce and ancient pack, led by Alpha Jengo and his Luna, Nia. The pack's territory is vast, spanning across treacherous terrain where only the strongest sur

said Arkane. I observed everyone smiling in the crowd. I could see in their eyes how much hope they had for him. They believed he could save them from this cruel world, and I too was starting to believe. "Contemplating last night while protecting you all while you sleep, I thought of a name that best represents us, a name that makes us far closer than a family born from the same blood, and that is The Pain Pack. Pain is what makes us trust and understand each other, and pain is what brings us close and makes us closer than a family of the same blood," he ended.

“No cover. No raised platform.” “That’s the point,” Aria said. “No one looks down at anyone else. It’s meant to be equal footing.” Veyra snorted. “In theory. The air still bends toward whoever talks the most.” Rin scanned the markers. BLACKMOON ALPHA. BLACKMOON HEIR. NIGHTFANG ALPHA. NIGHTFANG HEIR. A scattering of elder names she knew and a few she only recognized from written reports. The HEIR markers were set level with the ALPHAs, not half a row back or off to the side. It made something in her shoulders uncoil.