| “ | Work comes before all. | ” |
Bio[]
A prison guard who is stern, dutiful, and extremely conscientious. A stickler for the rules to an almost inhumane extent. But in life, he's a wholly innocent and naive youth. His all-too-serious demeanor causes him to take the jokes of others seriously. For example, he'll get tricked by criminals feigning illness, or be at a loss in the face of ridicule from others.
Food Introduction[]
Canned sardines belongs to the fast food category of foods, mainly made from sardine meat and tomato sauce. It has the fresh flavor of sardines and can be used as a side dish to a main meal. Because it is convenient, cheap, and delicious, it is a favorite in countries around the world.
Other Info[]
How to Acquire[]
Associated Events
- Fate Rhapsody
- Crushed Jade Lark
- Song & Wine
- Divine Dragon's Blessings
- May Day Exclusive
- Super Pool: Year of the Snake
Initial Stats[]
 Soul Power
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1792 |
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 Attack
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52 |
 Defense
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23 |
 HP
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551 |
 Crit Rate
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1231 |
 Crit Dmg
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523 |
 Atk Spd
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978 |
Skills[]
| Will-o'-the-Whip | Basic Skill | |
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Canned Sardines brandishes his riding crop, forming a cross-shaped stream and dealing 10% (14%) ATK as damage per second, plus 120 (1560) extra damage, to the nearest enemy, also stunning the target, lasting 3 seconds.
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| Locking Force | Energy Skill | |
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Canned Sardines raises his riding crop high, making a giant can rise up and lock the enemy within it, dealing 100% (180%) ATK as damage, plus 150 (1950) extra damage, to the nearest enemy, also removing any buffs from the target. | |
| Super Locking Force | Link Skill | |
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Canned Sardines raises his riding crop high, making a giant can rise up and lock the enemy within it, dealing 120% (220%) ATK as damage, plus 180 (2340) extra damage, to the nearest enemy, also removing any buffs from the target. | 
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blue = lvl 1
red = max lvlVoice Lines[]
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| Contract | Attendant? I see. I'm on duty now, so we'll talk later. | ||
| Log In | Why are you only just now... Forget it. Time for me to do a patrol. I'm off.[1] | ||
| Ice Arena | Take my coat. That way you won't have to huddle next to me shivering.[2] | ||
| Skills | Repent! Criminals! | ||
| Ascend | I will guard this honor to the death! | ||
| Fatigue | Hey... Stop everything immediately! That's an order! | ||
| Recovering | Don't be lazy. The lunch break is over. | ||
| Team Formation | I will never let any criminal off the hook! | ||
| Knockout | I... cannot... fall... | ||
| Notice | Time to eat... P-pick up your own utensil. Feeding you isn't part of my job! | ||
| Idle 1 | Stop! Hands behind your back! Stop whispering to each other! Or else I'll treat it as an attempted jailbreak! You all need to take yard time a little more seriously too! Shut your mouth! No sighing! | ||
| Idle 2 | These scum have the nerve to say they got a disease where they'll die if they don't drink wine... Hmph, do I look like I was born yesterday?! ...Although, what if it really was true... I'd better put in a request with the warden to have the doctor give them a thorough examination... | ||
| Idle 3 | Rules are rules. No pets allowed here! Wait... d-don't let it come near me... I'm allergic to cats! | ||
| Interaction 1 | Those are confiscated contraband... o-of course it's not mine! I would never collect such... such strange stuff! | ||
| Interaction 2 | Cut it out. No bodily contact during work hours. | ||
| Interaction 3 | The riding crop is for keeping criminals in line. If you stop being so unruly, I won't have to use it to teach you a lesson. ...Understand? I said I'm going to teach you a lesson. Why is your face red?[3] | ||
| Pledge | I'm not one for pretty speeches or buttering people up. I'm a boring person... If you don't mind all that, and still want to trust in me and stay by my side... then I promise that I will stick with you till death do us part. | ||
| Intimacy 1 | Ahem... I have half a day off today, so I can go out with you... n-not a date! You just said you're bored, so I was going to go walk around with you, that's all! | ||
| Intimacy 2 | Rest assured, the security facilities here are top-notch. And I'm with you too, so can you let go of my hand now? I can't walk around freely with you like that. | ||
| Intimacy 3 | Uh... D-don't touch! Wait, ahem... if you've got a problem, it can wait till after work...[4] | ||
| Victory | Subjects apprehended![5] | ||
| Defeat | Darnit... don't even think about running! | ||
| Feeding | You didn't need to do this. The food in the mess hall is pretty... Huh?! Wh-why are you mad... Did I... say something wrong?[6] | ||
Skins
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Notes
- ↑ CN Log In: Why are you back after so long... Forget it, it's time to go patrolling. Let's go.
- ↑ CN Ice Arena: Here's my jacket. You don't need to shiver and stay close to me now.
- ↑ CN Interaction 3: The whip is used to discipline criminals. If you do anything inappropriate again, I'll also use it to discipline you. ...Do you understand? I said I want to discipline you, why are you blushing?
- ↑ CN Intimacy 3: Oh... D-don't anyhow touch me! Wait, *cough*... If you have anything, let's talk about it after work...
- ↑ CN Victory: The arrest is a success!
- ↑ CN Feeding: Unlike what you're making, the food in the canteen is... Oh! W-why are you mad... Did I... say something wrong?
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Contents of this page has been fan-translated by BasilCosmo and may not be completely accurate. Official translations will be added whenever it's available. |
I. Betrayal
“Traitor! You absolute traitor!”
Owen’s enraged roar was quickly drowned out by the clamor of the battlefield. The soldiers automatically formed two lines, creating a path to escort him to the prison.
“Owen has been found guilty of treason and collaboration with the enemy. He is hereby dismissed from his post and placed under arrest. Canned Sardines is now appointed as the new General, to lead the fight against the rebel forces!”
The king’s envoy rushed in and quickly departed, his face full of panic, as if staying one moment longer would lead to him being captured and beheaded by the rebels.
The rebel forces, led by the king’s own Food Soul, pressed forward with unstoppable momentum. Their victory and seizure of power seemed imminent.
Meanwhile, the aging king, exhausted and powerless, could only put up a desperate, dying struggle.
Yet none of this justified his betrayal.
When Owen summoned me, he told me to dedicate everything to the battlefield and the kingdom.
The true traitor... was him.
The soldiers who remained looked on with either anger or indifference, their morale visibly shattering. Most of them had already decided to follow Owen in defecting to the enemy, Champagne, only to find the situation changing in an instant; they were now compelled to fight.
I knew they couldn’t be convinced to trust the Food Soul who had exposed his own Master Attendant and personally sent him to jail. But we were facing a national crisis: there was no room for hesitation.
If I was to die, I would die sacrificing myself on the battlefield. I would never just muddle through.
“Nice look in your eyes. How about joining my army?”
On the battlefield, Champagne advanced with vigor and skill, his attacks swift and precise. Our forces were steadily retreating; the outcome seemed decided.
But...
“I refuse.”
“Heh, I wouldn’t respect you if you surrendered so easily.”
He could still laugh with ease, while I could only grit my teeth and hold on.
Just as our swords clashed, a soldier stabbed me from behind through my shoulder.
“This is revenge for General Owen! You ungrateful wretch!”
I had no energy to deal with his rage. I fell to my knees, raising my sword in defiance. But Champagne did not continue his attack; instead, he swiftly beheaded the soldier who had ambushed me.
We had lost. From combat strength to character... my army was utterly defeated.
But I had no regrets; I believed I was dying for a just cause.
“Dying?”
A look of confusion appeared on Champagne’s face, as if I was the incomprehensible one.
He pondered for a moment, then ordered his subordinates to temporarily lock me up.
After the battle, I didn’t think of him as cruel, but the cell they put me in was conveniently right next to Owen’s.
Champagne had been crowned king, and although Owen repeatedly declared his loyalty, he was still imprisoned by the Food Soul king.
Amidst the constant curses echoing from the next cell, I quietly waited for the day of my execution.
“Canned Sardines, come with us.”
That day had finally arrived.
My eyes were bound with a black cloth, and my hands were bound as I was led out of the dungeon.
After an unknown period of time, the blindfold was removed. However, what I saw was not the execution ground, but... another prison.
“A pleasure to meet you. Would you like a drink first?”
It was a young man... no, a Food Soul.
He leaned down to look at me, faintly scenting with wine.
“Hmm... looks like you’re not a fan of wine... that’s fine. Well then, do you want to head to the psychological counseling room to sort out your personal issues, or do you want to get straight to work?”
“Get straight to work?”
“Good, I suppose getting straight to work is the best option. After all, the counseling room right now only has air and dust in it.”
He smiled, and a flame ignited on his fingertip, burning away the shackles on my wrists.
“Come on. I’ll show you around and help you get familiar with your surroundings, Mr. New Warden~”
II. Rules
Only I and he were there.
His name was Brandy, and that place was the Great Tomb of Tartarus: a facility specifically designed for the confinement of criminal Food Souls.
“This is my room. It’s the farthest point from all other areas of Tartarus. Yours is over there.”
He walked ahead, his tone casual, as if showing off some worthless trinket in his own home.
“By the way, how do you feel?”
“What?”
The question slipped out, and he darted a meaningful, cautious glance at me, smiling mysteriously.
“Nothing~ Do you have any questions?”
“...You said this is a prison, but why are there no other inmates?”
“Hmm, because the necessary conditions for confining prisoners haven’t been met yet.”
“Conditions?”
Brandy nodded, toying with a cold, blue flame in his palm, causing the dark corridor to flicker between light and shadow.
“This place is an exclusive cage for Food Souls. General prison rules don’t apply here. While we could use brute force to subdue the inmates, that wouldn’t be ideal. I’m not particularly keen on that kind of boring slaughter.”
He pushed open a door. It was a room that looked entirely unrelated to a prison: luxurious and bright, like a noble’s private collection.
“One condition is you. As for the other one... I’m still looking for it.”
Brandy gestured for me to enter his room, then sat down casually on the extravagant chair and poured himself a drink.
“I see. But... is it really alright not to put me in shackles?”
He looked up at me and smiled mockingly.
“You’re into that kind of stuff?”
“...Aren’t you worried I’ll run away?”
“Heh... Is that it? Well then, let me clear: if you try to escape, I’ll kill your Master Attendant.”
He walked over to me, his presence alone carrying a threat that needed no words to feel dangerous.
“But I don’t think it’ll ever come to that. Look.”
Following the direction of his finger, I looked outside the window, hidden behind thick curtains: it was filled with seawater and swimming fish.
“Tartarus is located deep underwater. Unless you can genuinely transform into a sardine and swim away, you can’t escape, can you?”
He was right.
Besides, Champagne had been crowned king. Regardless of the past, I was now part of the rebels.
If not in this prison, I would be in another one. There was no difference.
However, the fact that Brandy hadn’t locked me in a cell or put me in shackles made me feel utterly unlike a prisoner.
I also wasn’t taking his "Warden" title seriously.
He’s a person with a wicked sense of humour. For example, he would secretly replace my water with white wine, or occasionally threat to drag Owen out and feed him to the fish.
But overall, he’s not a bad person.
“Strange. I thought you’d want him dead.”
“Who?”
“Your Master Attendant.”
Brandy’s eyes were calm yet sharp. I could never tell what he was thinking. At that moment, he simply watched me quietly, as if we were just chatting, yet it felt like an interrogation.
“Because he is my Master Attendant.”
“Then why did you expose him?”
“The two are unrelated. I was simply following the rules.”
“Are rules really that important to you?”
“If rules weren’t important, if they didn’t even need to be followed, then why should they exist?”
He laughed, as if mocking my answer, and yet also seeming satisfied by it.
“Then you can make them from now on.”
“What?”
“The rules of the Great Tomb of Tartarus... they will be decided by you.”
III. Vacation
I didn’t know what Brandy was trying to do.
Although it wasn’t a case of “I must create the rules for Tartarus just because he told me to,” besides that, I had nothing else to do here.
“Why me?”
“Why? Do you want me to make the rules instead?”
I recalled the fate of the first inmate brought in after me, and could only proactively take on the task myself.
But since my birth, I had only known how to follow rules. Because Owen was my Master Attendant, I obeyed his commands. Because my Master Attendant was a soldier on the battlefield, I acted according to military discipline.
I had no experience making rules.
Come to think of it... what are rules, really?
“Yo, little Warden, back on patrol already?”
“Will you agree to switch my cell this time?”
“*Hiss*... Warden, my stomach hurts!”
The prisoner behind the iron bars collapsed to the ground in agony, as a round of snickering followed from the surrounding cells.
“Planning another escape attempt, are we?”
“Will the little Warden fall for it this time?”
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“The rules of the Great Tomb of Tartarus clearly state: for those who did not submit a relevant medical history file before incarceration, no post-incarceration treatment will be provided.”
Unlike humans, Food Souls do not typically fall ill, nor do they suddenly become afflicted, barring issues present at the time of their summoning or later influence by specific factors.
This rule was logical, but...
“Ow...! It hurts...! I’m going to die from the pain...!”
“Look, the little Warden is falling for it again.”
“Pfft... why doesn’t he ever learn?”
Whatever, say what you like.
I opened the cell door and knelt before the prisoner to carefully examine his condition.
*Swoosh-*
Unexpectedly, a silver needle suddenly flew out from his sleeve, aiming straight for me.
Though I managed to swat it away, I realized that...
I had to hit the emergency alarm and call for Brandy’s assistance.
But he arrived late, as if he had deliberately decided to watch me panic.
“Brandy! Quickly... save him!”
Brandy looked at the barely breathing inmate in my arms, paused for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing.
He carelessly helped treat the prisoner’s wound, then told me to return to his room with him.
I knew I was in the wrong and was prepared to accept any punishment, hoping only that he wouldn’t use this as an opportunity to make me do something weird again...
“Thank you for your hard work, Warden Canned Sardines.”
“...What?”
“Didn’t you divide Tartarus into two zones? I am the Warden of the maximum-security wing, so naturally, you are the Warden of the minimum-security wing.”
“...You called me here just for this?”
“Of course not.”
He reached into a desk drawer, pulled out an envelope, and handed it to me.
“This is your Master Attendant’s current address. I went to the trouble of obtaining it specifically to prove that I kept my word and haven’t killed him.”
I stared at the address on the envelope, suddenly feeling somewhat dazed.
“By the way... Tartarus hasn’t established rules regarding leave yet, has it?”
“...Logically, as long as you approve it, then...”
“Then I approve it. Go take a vacation, Warden Canned Sardines.”
IV. Inflexible
Owen’s residence was not hard to find. Or rather, in this desolate wilderness, there was only his house, so missing it would have been impossible.
*Knock, knock, knock-*
After waiting a long time, I finally heard the sound of the doorknob turning. A familiar yet aged face peeked out, and I realized with a shock how long I had actually been in Tartarus.
“Owen...”
*Smack-!*
The aged Owen did not have much strength, but he put his full effort into slapping my face sideways.
“I’ve waited so long, just for this day... Traitor! You absolute traitor! You ruined my entire life! Completely ruined it!”
He was furious, his rage seemingly even greater than when he was first locked in prison.
“What are you doing here? To gloat? Ah, I know: you’re the Warden of Tartarus now. You want to dissolve the contract with me so you can live your good life, right? Dream on!”
Owen clenched my collar, his face entirely consumed by anger.
“I will never dissolve the contract with you. As long as I have the chance, I will humiliate you and take revenge on you, until I die!”
“...Do you really want to waste the few remaining years of your life on this?”
He suddenly fell silent, but was still utterly enraged.
“The one who ruined your life was not me, it was yourself.”
“If you hadn’t exposed me, how could I have done that to myself... I trusted you so much!”
“Your current situation is not a result of me exposing you. It’s a result of you betraying your country.”
“The country was already doomed by then! I was simply adapting, securing a path for myself! What did I do wrong?!”
“Your wrongdoing was taking everything the country gave you for the first half of your life, and then attempting to exchange the country itself for your own narrow future.”
The anger suddenly drained from him, and his eyes filled with scorn.
“If you weren’t a Food Soul, you would have died hundreds of times over for being so inflexible by now.”
“Perhaps I am inflexible. But if flexibility only means becoming cowardly, greedy and heartless, then I am willing to remain inflexible.”
Owen’s expression shifted: first to anger, then to shock, and finally, to a heavy sorrow.
In that moment, I finally understood. What I was obeying was never merely a rule, but my own inner principle.
It was a line deep inside me; though I couldn’t clearly define it, I could constantly sense its presence.
Because of it, I am me.
Owen stopped speaking, but he was certainly not convinced. He turned his back to me, his silhouette thin and stubbornly defiant.
“It’s fine. I will come again, no matter how many times I will need to. After all, I am a Food Soul; I have endless time.”
Exposing Owen back then was adhering to a rule, but it was also my choice.
I will personally witness whether that choice was right or wrong.
If the choice was wrong, and even if the rule itself was flawed, because it was my choice, I will bear the burden of the mistake entirely.
Failing to guide Owen back to the right path sooner was my lapse in duty. But that is the past, and it cannot be reclaimed.
Yet, that didn’t mean I would give up.
I am the Warden of Tartarus now. I bear greater responsibility, and there are more things I can do.
Leaving Owen’s residence, I pulled out the notebook Brandy had given me and flipped through the pages of rules.
Since taking on the task of creating the rules for Tartarus, the regulations written in the notebook had been changed numerous times, and then changed back again.
Now, they could finally be implemented.
Without further alteration, inflexible.
V. Canned Sardines
In Champagne’s office.
Handing a glass of wine to Brandy, the Food Soul king raised his chin, signaling for the other to spit it out, whatever he needed to say.
But the esteemed Warden of Tartarus pretended not to notice and casually sipped his wine.
“Tsk... Canned Sardines is much more reliable than you, you bastard.”
“Of course. You didn’t bring him to Tartarus just to have someone to drink with, did you?”
“I’m just sorry he has to work with a jerk like you every day.”
“Canned Sardines is actually very satisfied with me as a colleague, you know.”
“Hmph, who are you trying to fool?”
Brandy laughed and took another sip of wine, a layer of darkness crossing his eyes as he gazed at the clear liquid.
“There’s only one problem... Canned Sardines was born on the battlefield and carries a spirit of self-sacrifice. But his mission in Tartarus is to live; at very least... he must outlive me.”
“That guy didn’t say anything, but for a while, he was truly tormented, wondering if everything he did was truly right.”
“Fortunately, it seems he’s figured it out now... Regardless of whether his initial choice was right or wrong, as long as he can ensure his subsequent actions turn it into the right thing, that’s enough.”
“It’s just that he still needs to better understand his own importance, otherwise... he could easily be exploited by those with hidden agendas.”
Champagne couldn’t help but glance at the unusually verbose Brandy, and mocked him.
“Exploited? Like being forced to do your rounds of patrol for you?”
“Heh heh... Get out.”
Meanwhile...
Canned Sardines had just visited Owen and was walking back to Tartarus.
Although Owen’s attitude was still far from friendly, the current indifference was infinitely gentler than the initial rage and violence.
Canned Sardines noticed that the daily necessities he had sent over last time had not been piled outside the door like trash. He smiled slightly and placed the fruit basket in his hand by the entrance.
Owen had changed, if only a little. Even if it was insignificant compared to the effort Canned Sardines was putting in, things were indeed changing.
That alone was enough.
Brandy had long forgotten the threat he made to keep Canned Sardines quietly in Tartarus, and for the current Canned Sardines, that threat was no longer carried any weight.
But Canned Sardines still returned to Tartarus because, now, he had more things he wanted to do.
After chasing off Brandy, who would otherwise violently manage the inmates, Canned Sardines habitually patrolled the maximum-security wing for him.
The inmates in the maximum-security wing weren’t as reckless as those in the minimum-security wing. Although Brandy had repeatedly warned Canned Sardines not to believe a single word those guys said, Canned Sardines still felt more comfortable interacting with them.
“You seem to be in a good mood today.”
It was prisoner No. 0044, who had been incarcerated recently. Canned Sardines hadn’t set a rule against speaking to prisoners, so he answered naturally.
“Yes, because my efforts are paying off.”
“He’s already old and probably doesn’t have much time left... Is what you’re doing still meaningful?”
“I do those things not just for him, but for myself too.”
No. 0044 gave him a curious look. Canned Sardines lowered his head and continued writing his patrol report in the notebook.
“You all seem to like seeing me as a good person. But actually, I’m just not as crazy as you are... I’m not kind. I continue to visit Owen even now only to validate my choice from back then.”
“I just want to follow the rules and stick to them until the very end. That’s all.”
No. 0044 said nothing, only clapping twice with an expressionless face.
Canned Sardines didn’t care whether she was mocking him or agreeing. After confirming that Tartarus was as usual as ever for the day, he returned to his own room.
But then, something utterly unbelievable happened.
The Great Tomb of Tartarus was built underwater, heavily guarded, and constructed with special materials Brandy had painstakingly sourced; even Food Souls were supposedly powerless against it.
Yet, in the Warden Canned Sardines’ room, a strange young man had inexplicably appeared.
He was lounging on Canned Sardines’ bed, his long, pale-golden hair cascading like silk onto the simple bedsheet.
When Canned Sardines demanded answers, the young man merely smiled faintly, blinking his gem-like vivid eyes.
“I have come to rescue you from this sea of suffering, Warden Canned Sardines.”
“Next, shall we work together to deal with... Brandy, that death-row inmate?”
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Adds a basic skill with 20% trigger rate: attacks all enemies, dealing (17%, 22%, 28%, 34%, 41%, 48%, 57%, 68%, 81%, 98%) ATK as dmg, and giving you 5 pts of energy |
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Boosts basic atk dmg (14%, 18%, 23%, 28%, 33%, 39%, 46%, 55%, 66%, 80%). Basic atks have a (5.2%, 6.9%, 8.8%, 10.6%, 12.6%, 14.8%, 17.5%, 20.9%, 24.9%, 30%) chance to deal 30% ATK as continuous skill dmg to the farthest two enemies for 2s (10s CD) |
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Boosts basic atk dmg (14%, 18%, 23%, 28%, 33%, 39%, 46%, 55%, 66%, 80%). Basic atks have a (5.2%, 6.9%, 8.8%, 10.6%, 12.6%, 14.8%, 17.5%, 20.9%, 24.9%, 30%) chance to deal 30% ATK as continuous skill dmg to the nearest enemy for 4s (10s CD) |
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Self-immunity to stuns. Basic attacks have a 10% chance of lowering attack speed (5.2%, 6.9%, 8.8%, 10.6%, 12.6%, 14.8%, 17.5%, 20.9%, 24.9%, 30%) for all enemies, for 3s |
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Self-immunity to stuns. Basic attacks have a 10% chance of increasing dmg taken (3.5%, 4.6%, 5.8%, 7.1%, 8.4%, 9.9%, 11.7%, 13.9%, 16.6%, 20%) for all enemies, for 3s |
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Raises ATK (5.2%, 6.9%, 8.8%, 10.6%, 12.6%, 14.8%, 17.5%, 20.9%, 24.9%, 30%) for self. Every (25s, 24s, 23s, 22s, 21s, 20s, 19s, 18s, 17s, 15s) restores (10, 13, 17, 21, 25, 29, 35, 41, 49, 60) pts of energy for all allies. |
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Raises ATK (5.2%, 6.9%, 8.8%, 10.6%, 12.6%, 14.8%, 17.5%, 20.9%, 24.9%, 30%) for self. Every (25s, 24s, 23s, 22s, 21s, 20s, 19s, 18s, 17s, 175) makes all allies invincible for 5s. |