The game world is becoming more and more real, but reality is becoming more and more absurd. The release of version 1.3 of “Mingchao” brings two new resonators, the shore guard and Yuhu. Their names and abilities seem to be game settings, but in fact they reflect the shadow of reality.
The shore guard, a five-star healer, controls the diffraction properties of the sound sensor. Her treatment and damage enhancement seem to be the most gentle interpretation of the word “guard”. She turns into a butterfly and moves quickly, which seems to be a silent protest against the flow of reality: a fragile and free existence, struggling on the shadow-shrouded land of Black Coast.
Yuhu, a four-star condensation resonator, weapon arm armor, can both heal and deal damage. Her extended skill doubles the damage of coordinated attacks. This is not a simple game mechanism, but a microcosm of social cooperation: when everyone is willing to contribute to the whole, the individual can be truly powerful.
The clear division of the upper and lower pools of the version is scheduled on September 29 and October 24. This is not just a strategy, but also a control of the player’s psychology. We live in fragmented and pieced-together time fragments, and the same is true in games.
Treabar’s recharge discounts seem convenient, but in fact they are invisible manipulations of players by business logic. We are encouraged to invest more, just to pursue the “perfection” of the virtual world.
The shore guards and the corals are not only data and code, but also the desire of modern people on the edge of society for “guardianship” and “collaboration”. The coldness of reality makes us need virtual warmth, and the virtual light illuminates the dark corners of reality.
When you are saving money for card drawing resources, perhaps you should think about whether these virtual watches can make us learn to watch in reality; whether these coordinated attacks can teach us to collaborate more sincerely.
Mingchao 1.3 is not only an upgrade of the game, but also a mirror that reflects our shadows struggling to survive in the modern trend.