Yao Jiayin, like the old locust tree at the head of the village, has its roots deep in the soil. Although its branches and leaves are not stunning, they can withstand the baptism of wind, frost, rain and snow. Her growth, with the breath of soil, is heavy and real.
The basic ether chip is the soil where she takes root. The accumulation day after day, bit by bit, condenses into her solid foundation. Advanced and specialized chips are like fine raindrops, moistening every inch of her texture and helping her climb to the sky. The certification seal is the mark of time, the trace left after wind and rain, and the proof of her strength.
The final dance shoes are the rugged path she has walked, worn out with blood cocoons, but never stopped. High-dimensional data and access devices are the treasures in her bag, carrying the pulse of the times, pushing her forward. Dingni is the price she pays for the future, the burden of reality, and her unspoken responsibility.
The exclusive sound engine and various components are the battle robes she wears, protecting her and forging her edge. The actual combat simulation room is her training ground, where there is no noise, only sweat and shouting.
Every breakthrough is the footsteps of climbing a mountain, and every improvement of skills is the sound of hammering iron. Yao Jiayin’s growth is like a mountain stream, clear but tortuous, with the calmness of the mountain and the agility of the water.
The hardships along the way have formed her tenacious character and also made her shine in the battlefield of the absolute zone. Her story is the most simple legend on this land.