I don’t know if those pioneers wearing armor and helmets on the Star Dome Railway know whether the “memory” they believe in is redemption or another continuation of numbness. She didn’t shout loudly, nor did she look cold. She just stood there, coldly summoning “Mimi” – a silent ice spirit, as if the world had never been gentle to her.
She is the main C, or the summoner. But the descriptions of those skills have long been separated from the original meaning of the language. What “skill summons Mimi”, “finishing skill summons frost”, “talent gives summons a critical hit bonus”… These terms were repeated and recounted, and finally engraved into a system: damage, value, cooldown time, like an inescapable formula, turning everything into dry numbers.
So she is not fighting, but delivering; not creating, but responding; not thinking, but executing orders. This is a silent battle, a cycle of frozen rationality, and a silent domestication of the “role”. Her name can be replaced, her face can be covered, but her fate has been written by the system.
Some people say that she is strong because she brings a stable “summoning damage”. Her ice attribute power is to cooperate with the precise stacking of “Aglaiya” and “Heroic Relics”. Her ability is the key to “action advancement” in the team. But these words sound like assembly line terms in a machinery factory, coldly describing an existence that should have temperature.
Let’s talk about the light cone “Victory is only a matter of time” – critical damage +36%, finishing move +18%, plus her talent “Burning Shadow” that returns energy and combat points when summoning – if her behavior is simplified to input and output, even her name can be erased. People care about damage, not her; they care about numbers, not souls.
Team configuration is more like an agreement for a transaction. You can bring “Robin” to provide combat points, you can bring “Aglaiya” to improve the critical hit rate of ice damage; you can choose “Sunday” to add energy, or you can let “Huo Huo” and “Galach” to maintain the voyage. But no one really cares whether she is willing to continue to summon that “Mi Mi”.
What she summoned was an illusion. It is also a part of her heart, an indifferent act of responding to the indifference of the world. That ice spirit is her dream, her shield, and her anesthetic. She fights with it and relies on it to avoid. Just like the “rationality” and “logic” held high by many people, it is just a fig leaf for fear of thinking.
What if she leaves the stage? What if she no longer summons? Will she be quickly replaced? Will she be forgotten by the system or looked down upon by the players? No one will answer these questions. Because we live in a world that only advocates “usefulness”, not a world that understands “meaningfulness”.
This is not her fate alone. The way the light cone, relics, team building, circulation, and energy work, in fact, no character can escape. Every pioneer follows the “optimal solution” and takes a seemingly free route. But this freedom, like a train on a railway, seems swift, but is actually imprisoned by the track.
Therefore, the frost of pioneer memory is not a means of attack, but a judgment; not a cold gift, but a microcosm of the human heart. Her silent fighting posture seems to say: I will do whatever you want me to do; you give me a system, and I will live in this system.
But perhaps, there is another voice deep in her heart that has not been summoned. A “fan” who is unwilling to remain silent. When this fan finally stopped obeying orders and stepped towards the unknown direction, that moment was her real “memory”.