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 ==== Character Story: Part III ====
+//"This road doesn't suit you. Get out. Go find a job or... get an education."//\\
+The short doctor put down the half-eaten sandwich and wiped her hands on a white coat that was evidently a few sizes too big.
+The man didn't say anything and took off his clothes instead, revealing skin completely covered in scars. The doctor didn't stop her pestering.\\
+//"A young man like you deserves a better future. This road, on the other hand, belongs to those who have no other choice, people who can't start again anymore but still want to make evil pay..."//\\
+The cold barrel of a gun pressed against the doctor's forehead — Rather, the part of her that could still be regarded as a forehead.\\
+//"If I wanted a lecture, I would've gotten ma'self an education already,"// the man threatened.\\
+//"I get what you're trying to do, but guns don't work against me... never mind. Go lie down,"// the doctor replied in resignation.
+...\\
+The lights above the operation table lit up. He felt as if he had fallen into a deep sea. His flesh was wrapped up and then melted into everything around him. His body departed, leaving only his hollow thoughts struggling all alone.\\
+Strangely, the emotions — terror, anxiety, loneliness, darkness, rage — didn't dissipate with his physical body. They remained in a different manner — and they were even heavier than before.\\
+He smelled the scent of something being charred, and he even felt the doctor's soft breathing — She can breathe? He couldn't help but have that incongruous thought. The whirl of machinery buzzed around his ears and the new blue blood refused to flow towards his thirsty heart.\\
+He really wanted to just fall asleep like this and never wake up.\\
+Until he heard those crude songs and those gentle words, and memories of yore surfaced once again. The unforgettable hatred turned into a weak light in the darkness and he followed it to walk toward the end of it all, exerting every ounce of his strength to rise once again to the surface.\\
+...
+//"Congrats. You're pretty hard to kill."//\\
+The doctor rubbed her blood-covered hands on her white coat and picked up the half-eaten sandwich again.\\
+//"Ya thought I was gonna die?"//\\
+He balled his hands into fists — hands that were now made of cold iron.\\
+//"Most people would have died,"// the doctor stated candidly, //"and it won't be because I'm bad at my job."\\
+"Well I hav'a piece of good news for ya: I've been dead for a long time."\\
+"What's your name?"//\\
+He briefly paused. Both the gentle and crude voices have disappeared. No one will ever call him by that crisp and resonating name again.\\
+//"Boothill. Where I come from, that's what we call gunslingers who end up bite'n the dust..."//\\
+He then smiled, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth.\\
+//"But this is just the start, doc. Of all the prices I hafta pay to get ma revenge, this here's the lightest toll."//\\
+Dragging his new body, he shambled out of the door.
+//"Then, happy 'Hunting', Boothill the Galaxy Ranger!"//\\
+The short doctor yelled at his retreating back.\\
+Boothill couldn't help but look up at the night sky outside — Another star had been ignited in the arrays of stars above.
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 ==== Character Story: Part IV ====
+He returned to Aeragan-Epharshel multiple times to investigate the man who ordered the annihilation of his whole tribe, only to discover the man's identity had already been erased from historical records.\\
+He forced his way into a Garden of Recollection branch and tried to read Memory Bubbles related to Aeragan-Epharshel. The Memory Bubbles on the display cabinets all fall towards the ground. Those Memory keepers had no time to stop him as they rushed forward and prioritized saving rare and precious memories.
+As he was kicked out of the Garden of Recollection, he finally saw that man amid the chaos in a Memory Bubble related to Aeragan-Epharshel.\\
+//"Oswaldo Schneider, director of the Marketing Development Department in the Interastral Peace Corporation..."//
+...
+//"Did you hear that a mysterious cyborg has been attacking the IPC's fleets in Pier Point's interstellar port?"\\
+"Loads of business for the Marketing Development Department got ruined cause of that. Let's all get some popcorn ready. It's about time they pay their due for being so in-your-face all the time..."\\
+"Popcorn? I'm going back to Pier Point tomorrow and I don't want to have a gun pointed to my head..."//\\
+Uniformed IPC workers cross the Fountain Plaza in twos and threes as they hold cups of coffee in hand.
+The cowboy lowered the brim of his hat under the shade of a tree. He read the wanted notice in the newspaper as he leisurely sipped a bottle of malt fruit juice.\\
+//"Boothill. Birthplace unknown. Galaxy Ranger. Responsible for the following crimes: 5 counts of assault against Pier Point; 3 counts of attacks against weapon warehouses belonging to the IPC's Marketing Development Department; multiple counts of attacks against IPC workers at rank P40 or above. Moreover, this person should also be responsible for the treasure theft on the Marie-Louin system, riots in the Kongea ring system, the great explosion on the planet of Galileo, and many other incidents on planets under the IPC's jurisdiction."//
+//"Son of a bench, y'all blowin' smokes over here 'bout me dodgin' them bullets and cheatin' death like a lil' shirt-for-brain at his first rodeo..."//\\
+He tossed the paper aside and stared at the fleets entering and leaving this IPC branch office. Though the bounty on his head kept rising with every wanted notice, Oswaldo remained slippery as an eel, leaving no trail. Not only is the director untraceable through official announcements, but even the middle managers are unaware of the man's whereabouts.
+The low-tier Intellitron are shipping goods in an orderly manner at the dock as plain-looking shipping vessels shuttle to and fro. When he had counted 359 shipping vessels, the workers at the dock started to take off their hats in salute as a magnificent spaceship slid out from the quay, surrounded by protective corvettes, to sail toward the Planet of Festivities. He shook his head as he looked at the pretentious luxury spaceship and kept waiting for something else.
+After a few minutes, a small gray bioship silently left port together with a commercial fleet.\\
+— That was his real target.
+//"Ain't no place forever ironclad, pardner. Sure, I can't track ya down, Oswaldo. But sniffin' out them yellow-bellied IPC dogs who can't stand you ain't no tall order.\\
+Mullin' over them varmints I sent to boot hill for backin' the wrong side... Reckon they might be yukkin' it up at me from hell 'bout now..."//\\
+He tossed the empty bottle and showed his sharp teeth.\\
+//"Don'cha worry. We'll be meetin' up real soon."//