Prologue
Rangers are a remarkable type of human beings, with a natural aversion to evil and a penchant for seeking justice. They find joy in defending the oppressed, and to them, death is merely a synonym for sleep. They never feel that life is fleeting, as each day is lived to the fullest.
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In legend, there exists a flower that bathes in humanity's deepest sorrow and most fervent hope, blooming in the moment after each war concludes, yet wilting at the onset of every conflict. The flower, reminiscent of the Baolian Lantern, is adorned with blood-red patterns, resembling stains of blood that never fade, ensuring that the surviving beings forever remember the brutality of war
In legend, there exists an island suspended between dawn and dusk, high above the reach of all living beings. It appears intermittently among the surging floating clouds, and only the divine dragon soaring through the nine heavens can occasionally catch a glimpse of its traces. According to ancient tales, it is a magical place where the wandering heroes rest and rejuvenate.
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At the beginning of creation, a ranger was merely a legendary title held by an individual or a small group of three to five people. As millions of years passed, the number of rangers active in the world increased, and their deeds became increasingly thrilling
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At long last, one day, the celestial deity designated that bountiful, beautiful, and vast continent, where humanity thrives and multiplies, as the Land of Decay, and thus divine punishment was born
At long last, one day, the celestial deity of creation decided to reward the achievements of the rangers. He stood at the confluence of dawn and dusk, creating an isolated Ranger Island amidst the beautiful clouds, encapsulating the most exquisite scenery of the world within this dreamlike land, and rendering it immensely fertile. Crops require no fertilization, and in autumn, they yield a bountiful harvest; livestock need no feeding, and they naturally grow plump; flowers need no watering, and when the season arrives, they bloom vibrantly; the spring water in the mountain streams is as sweet and delicious as honey; the gentle breeze carries the intoxicating aroma of fine wine. The rangers, active in the world, were ceremoniously welcomed to this land and settled there. The deity bestowed upon them long lives and granted them the most beautiful fairy of the heavenly realm as their brides.
The unambitious wanderers have hopelessly fallen in love with this earthly paradise, gratefully accepting the rewards bestowed by the deities. For millennia, they have thrived and multiplied on this land, diligently cultivating this divinely granted utopia. Wanderer Island has been transformed by these extraordinary humans into a veritable realm of bliss, where every person living here is immensely happy and joyful, and even the celestial maidens from the heavens linger here, reluctant to leave.
Wealth and glory are but fleeting illusions to them, and fame holds no significance. They wear tattered garments, wielding rusted weapons, and ride on weary steeds, ceaselessly galloping through the world, mercilessly vanquishing the evils that appear before them. They are devoid of desires, and thus fear nothing; evil forces retreat before them, while benevolent beings welcome them with open arms
In a world devoid of rangers, evil begins to spread silently, and faith gradually erodes without notice. They recklessly plunder the resources they need from nature, disregarding the wrath of the deities. They no longer believe in the existence of the deities and start to pursue personal immortality and freedom, losing their humility and reverence towards the divine.