| “ | For the honor of the warrior, I will give it my all! | ” |
Bio[]
Youthful looking, but mature on the inside. If there's something she believes in firmly, she throws herself into it with all her strength. She values the honor of martial arts, and doesn't believe martial arts is for street fighting or showing off one's power, so if she's asked to demonstrate her skills, she can get angry.
Food Introduction[]
Double Skin Milk is a Cantonese dessert, made out of cow's milk. The top layer of milk skin is sweet, and the bottom is mouth-wateringly smooth. As you eat it, the rich aroma and tender texture will linger in your mouth a long time. This delicious and nutritious dessert is said to ave been invented during the Qing dynasty, originating in Shunde and now spread to places such as Guangdong, Macau, and Hong Kong.
Other Info[]
How to Acquire[]
Associated Events
- Two years having you
- Blizzard Bash
- 21-Day Sign In (2023)
- Abundant Life
- Misty Mystery
Initial Stats[]
 Soul Power
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1232 |
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 Attack
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44 |
 Defense
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16 |
 HP
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300 |
 Crit Rate
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401 |
 Crit Dmg
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1199 |
 Atk Spd
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509 |
Skills[]
| Wushu Strategy | Basic Skill | |
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Double Skin Milk concentrates her power into both fists, raising ATK by 30%, then deals 100% (180%) ATK to the nearest enemy, plus 42 (546) extra damage. | |
| Wushu Glory | Energy Skill | |
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Double Skin Milk gathers all of her glory and unleashes a combo attack, dealing 100% (180%) ATK to the nearest enemy, plus 233 (3029) extra damage. | |
| Super Wushu Glory | Link Skill | |
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Double Skin Milk gathers all of her glory and unleashes a combo attack, dealing 120% (220%) ATK to the nearest enemy. plus 280 (3640) extra damage. | 
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blue = lvl 1
red = max lvlVoice Lines[]
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| Contract | Double Skin Milk, a humble martial artist from the Light Kingdom, at your service. I look forward to learning from you, Master Attendant. | ||
| Log In | You’re back?! I just now finished today’s training. Let’s have some tea together. | ||
| Ice Arena | So, I see... Practicing boxing on the ice is all about footwork. | ||
| Skills | Time to get serious! | ||
| Ascend | It’s like... the fetters on my body have been lifted. | ||
| Fatigue | Oof-- I’m not in good enough shape. I need a rest. | ||
| Recovering | Give me just another moment, and I’ll be good to go. | ||
| Team Formation | I hope I encounter a suitable adversary. | ||
| Knockout | Aww... Am I still not... strong enough...? | ||
| Notice | The food is ready-- oh? You’re surprised? One can’t train on one’s own and not have some skill in the kitchen. | ||
| Idle 1 | Hya! Aww... Another wooden dummy broken. I just bought this last month... What to do... | ||
| Idle 2 | I can’t figure it out, but recently no one wants to train with me... Are they avoiding me...? | ||
| Idle 3 | Master Attendant still hasn’t returned... Guess I’ll just practice a few more moves. | ||
| Interaction 1 | Huh? Ya! Oh-- Sorry, sorry, Master Attendant! That wasn’t on purpose, just a reflex... | ||
| Interaction 2 | Traditional Wushu is not some arena spectacle. It’s use should be a matter of life and death. | ||
| Interaction 3 | Basic physical training? Well, for me, I do a hundred push-ups, sit-ups, and squats a day, plus a 10k run. | ||
| Pledge | Okay! And now that I’ve accepted this gesture of yours, I will be sure to see things through to the end. Master Attendant, I hope to learn much from you in the days to come. | ||
| Intimacy 1 | I wish to ascend to the pinnacle of martial artistry and take a look around. Want to go there with me? | ||
| Intimacy 2 | After I’m powerful? Hm... You know, I don’t think I’ve ever considered the question... Um... Protect you? Hey! No laughing! | ||
| Intimacy 3 | Oh? I have no intentions of teaching you Wushu. After all, with me here, you won’t have to face any danger. | ||
| Victory | You went easy on me. | ||
| Defeat | Phew-- Regain composure. Come back for another round. | ||
| Feeding | Ah! I can’t thank you enough. Oh yeah, if you don’t mind, here’s a thank-you gift. | ||
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Notes
- The Qing dynasty, officially the Great Qing, was the last imperial dynasty of China. It was established in 1636, and ruled China proper from 1644 to 1911. It was preceded by the Ming dynasty and succeeded by the Republic of China. (Source: Qing dynasty)
- Milk skin or lactoderm refers to a sticky film of protein that forms on top of dairy milk and foods containing dairy milk (such as hot chocolate and some soups). Milk film can be produced both through conventional boiling and by microwaving the liquid, and as such can often be observed when heating milk for use in drinks such as drinking chocolate. It is caused by the denaturation of proteins such as beta-lactoglobulin (whey protein). (Source: Milk skin)
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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. Destination
I defeated my thirty-first master. My fist was only inches away from his vital point—he couldn’t dodge it in time. This style of martial arts emphasizes swift and decisive attacks. It’s extremely exhausting but also immensely powerful. If I hadn’t held back, taking this strike head-on would have left him with serious injuries. Sweat dripped down from his temple, dampening his beard, which clung to his jaw. He lowered his gaze, let out a breath, and patted my shoulder, signaling me to step back. I withdrew my stance, stood beside my master, and steadied my breathing.
“Master, thank you for your guidance.”
I cupped my hands and bowed.
The match was decided. As per tradition, from this moment on, I had officially graduated. The dojo erupted into an uproar. After such an intense duel, both my master and I needed time to rest. The disciples crowded around the master, forming a tight circle around him. The moment I stepped aside to sit down, they swarmed him like a school of fish rushing toward bait. One senior disciple, however, did not join them. For some reason, his face was pale, his expression dark and unpleasant.
“Double Skin Milk, I—I won’t allow you to leave!!”
“And what’s your reason?”
If anyone had cheated, the match would be void. He hesitated for a long time before finally stammering out a few complete sentences.
“You—you’ve only been in the dojo for half a month! How could you possibly match the master in pure skill alone?! I don’t believe it! Tell me what tricks you used! This is an insult to martial arts!”
“I used no underhanded techniques.”
I met his gaze steadily, my voice calm and unwavering.
“Nor do I hold any less respect for martial arts than anyone else.”
“In fact, senior brother, why are you so fixated on holding me back?”
“Aren’t you the one dishonoring martial arts by scheming against others instead of focusing on your own training?”
“You—”
His face flushed red, then turned pale. He must not have expected that I had long noticed his petty tricks against me. He repeated the word “you” over and over but failed to string together the rest of his sentence.
“That’s enough!”
The heated exchange between us was cut short as the old master finally regained some strength. He waved away the overly attentive disciples, stood tall, and straightened his back. The master was about to speak—everyone wisely fell silent.
“I lost fair and square. And yet here you are, spouting nonsense?”
“......”
The senior disciple lowered his head, clenching his lips tightly, sweat dripping down his forehead.
“I’ll decide how to deal with you later.”
The master shot him a sharp glance before turning toward me. The coldness in his eyes melted away, and the corners of his lips lifted into a smile.
“Double Skin Milk, you have graduated.”
“Thank you, Master!”
I bowed deeply, my response crisp and confident. The old man stretched his back and let out a long breath. Then he walked straight up to me and gently placed his calloused hand on my head.
“So, where will you go next?”
“The peak of martial arts!”
No matter where my journey takes me, my destination remains unchanged.
II. Adventure
Adventure stories are always more or less the same. A reason to set out on a journey, a clear goal, a destined rival. The reason and the goal were clear. As a martial artist, I longed for— No, I had to reach greater heights. As for my rival—
"Haah!"
*Boom*
A massive creature crashed to the ground, landing with a heavy thud. Before I could turn around, another mass of black mist lunged toward me. The natural enemies of Food Souls—Fallen Angels. And there were several of them here. A gaping, blood-stained maw rushed toward me, bringing a foul wind in its wake. I had no choice but to step on the body of a fallen Fallen Angel for leverage, using it to launch myself into the air. I dived down, driving a broken wooden stick—something I had picked up at random—straight through its head, barely dodging its attack. The creature scattered into a cloud of ash.
One down.
But now, I didn’t even have a weapon.
What now…
One-on-one, these creatures weren’t my match. The problem was their sheer numbers. Gritting my teeth, I threw an uppercut, landing a solid hit against a Fallen Angel. The result was underwhelming—it barely budged. It tumbled a short distance before quickly regaining its form, rolling into a ball, then lunging at me again with its jaws wide open. This would never end at this rate. I had to take a gamble. I dodged to the side, lowered my elbow, tucked my shoulder in, and focused power into my palm, silently reciting the technique’s incantation. Master had warned me—this move was a last resort, a battle with no retreat.
If I fail to land this hit—
"Relax your body!"
A sudden female voice shattered my concentration.
"Huh?! What—?!"
My perspective shifted dramatically as I let out a startled yelp—my punch struck nothing but air. My collar tightened. It felt as if someone had grabbed the skin at the back of my neck and lifted me off the ground. The wind roared past my ears. For a split second, my mind went blank. Then, I realized—I was looking down at the top of an unfamiliar girl’s head.
"Hee—yup!"
She struggled to swing her green bamboo pole. A thin, nearly invisible line stretched taut from its tip, glinting under the sunlight. That confirmed it. I was wrong saying I was "lifted up." Because right now— A girl I didn’t even know had hooked my collar with a fishing rod and was swinging me through the air, yanking me out of the Fallen Angels’ encirclement. Behind me, the creatures snapped at empty space. And I—like a fish that had taken the bait—was flung through the sky.
"Hold on tight!"
The girl ran forward, gripping the fishing rod tightly.
"Hold on to what?! H-hey, wait a second!!"
Still too confused to process what was happening, I instinctively gripped the thin fishing line. I held on—sure. But the problem was—
"There’s a cliff ahead!!"
"Don’t worry, we’ll be fine—"
And with that, she leapt off the edge.
III. Rescued
"Achoo!"
The girl sneezed, covering her face as she sat atop a massive crimson fish. As if sensing something, the fish flicked its tail. The upper part of her clothes, which had just barely dried by the campfire, was instantly damp again.
"Ahh, Guì! Look what you’ve done…!"
She frowned, giving the fish's plump belly a light kick before rubbing the tip of her nose. Watching the oversized fish, I recalled the heart-stopping fall from earlier. She was right—we had been saved. The massive fish had leapt from the stream below the cliff, catching us effortlessly before riding the current downstream. I glanced back. Nothing was following us. Surviving the ordeal, I had just started to relax on the fish's back when—
*Whoosh*
She lost her footing, let out a scream, and plunged straight into the water with a spectacular splash. That same splash drenched me from head to toe. Once we reached the shore, she somehow pulled out a bundle of firewood, started a campfire, and insisted on drying my clothes. Time passed quickly as I sat by the fire, listening to her share stories of her travels on behalf of her employer. Before I knew it, the sky had darkened halfway, yet my clothes were still only half-dry. I pinched the edge of my sleeve.
"Uhh… sorry about that. I didn’t sit properly earlier, and now your clothes are soaked too…"
Noticing my action, she sheepishly scratched the back of her head.
"No, you shouldn’t be apologizing! I should be thanking you for saving me!"
I quickly waved my hands.
"No need to thank me, I didn’t do much, hehe~"
She grinned, her eyes curving into crescent moons.
"That aside, how did you end up surrounded by so many Fallen Angels?"
"Ah… Well, I saw the first one and thought I could win, but then more kept coming, and… yeah…"
I scratched my head awkwardly.
"Whoa… If it were me, I’d have run away ages ago!"
She mimed a fleeing motion.
"Whoosh, whoosh!"
"Running away isn’t an option. If you keep choosing to escape, you’ll never get stronger!"
"Hmm~ But you couldn’t beat them, right?"
"But my goal is to reach the peak of martial arts! I have to—"
"It doesn’t matter what your goal is, you have to stay alive to reach it! What if I hadn’t come to save you? Running away might be shameful, but in crucial moments, it’s really useful!"
"….."
"Right?"
"…You’re right. I’ll reflect on this."
I lowered my head. This was an important lesson too. Seeing my dejected expression, she reached out and patted my head. Unaccustomed to head pats, I shook my head, but she didn’t mind, simply withdrawing her hand with a playful smile.
"Why are you in such a hurry to get stronger? It’s nice to take things slow. Stop for a bit, enjoy the journey~ The flowers and plants all grow differently, and the stories behind them are all pretty interesting!"
"I can’t. My goal is to reach the peak of martial arts. But with my current level, I can’t even see how high that peak is. I have to work harder so that one day I—hmm?"
The grass behind us rustled. I stopped talking and snapped my head around. From the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a figure.
An ambush?!
I moved instantly—hooking my leg around the intruder’s neck, locking them in a chokehold, and shifting onto their shoulders before pulling back.
"Whoooa?!"
The motion was seamless. I had them pinned to the ground, their limbs completely restrained.
"Ahh—ow ow ow ow ow!!"
"Who are you?!"
IV. Protection
A questioning voice and a pained cry rang out at the same time. Standing apart from the tense atmosphere, the young girl clapped her hands excitedly.
"Wow!! That was amazing!!"
"Ouch... that hurts! Mandarin Squirrel Fish, stop clapping and explain..."
"Oh, right, right! I almost forgot... Beggar’s Chicken is my friend. He came to find me, he's not a bad person! Let him go!"
"Uh, is that so?! I'm sorry!! I’m not used to people approaching me from behind... It's become a reflex..."
I immediately released my grip and hurriedly helped the young man —called Beggar’s Chicken— up from the ground.
"Are you hurt?!"
"I'm fine, as long as the misunderstanding is cleared up..."
The young man caught his breath, his clothes disheveled, looking as if he had just survived a catastrophe. I carefully examined him from head to toe, making sure he wasn’t injured, before finally breathing a sigh of relief.
"Don’t worry, really, I’m fine."
Beggar’s Chicken patted the dust off his clothes, gave me a reassuring smile, then turned to Mandarin Squirrel Fish.
"Is she your new friend?"
"Yep! She was surrounded by a bunch of Fallen Angels in the middle of the road, and I just happened to pass by and save her~ You wouldn’t believe how dangerous the situation was—right? Uh..."
"Oh no, I think I forgot to ask your name..."
Mandarin Squirrel Fish blinked at me, and I suddenly realized I had forgotten to introduce myself.
"My apologies. I am Double Skin Milk, a martial artist from the countryside—"
"Double Skin Milk?"
"Double Skin Milk?!"
The two of them simultaneously raised their voices, startling me so much that the rest of my sentence got stuck in my throat. I swallowed it back down and replied weakly.
"...Yes?"
"You're Double Skin Milk!!"
Mandarin Squirrel Fish suddenly let out a loud cry and threw her arms around me.
"The Heaven's Society didn’t do anything to you, did they?!"
"Wh-what’s the Heaven's Society?"
I wasn’t used to this kind of physical contact, and my face grew unbearably hot. I wanted to push Mandarin Squirrel Fish’s hands away, but when I saw the redness in her eyes, I didn’t know how to react. In the end, I just let her hold me.
"You don’t know about the Heaven's Society? Their actions caused quite a stir not long ago..."
Beggar’s Chicken seemed surprised.
"I don’t know."
I admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed. Other than martial arts, I rarely paid attention to anything else.
"They are wicked, irredeemable villains!"
Mandarin Squirrel Fish lifted her head, full of righteous anger.
"They’ve hurt so many people!!"
Beggar’s Chicken nodded and continued the explanation.
"The Heaven's Society is a notorious aristocratic organization."
"They’ve always viewed Food Souls as mere weapons. To research methods for forcibly controlling the contracts, they conducted large-scale experiments in the past."
"They set their sights on me? But I never noticed anyone following me—"
"I was wondering why there were people lying in wait near the spot where Mandarin Squirrel Fish and I had planned to exchange information."
"....…"
"I thought our whereabouts had been exposed… It made me super nervous, so I rushed over. But it turns out they were actually after you. Well, at least now we’re sure."
"They want to experiment on me, find a way to control me, and then use me for evil?"
"Not necessarily. After the success of the Snowfall Project, most of their forces have already scattered. Only a few remnants managed to escape and are now barely surviving."
"At this point, working on a long-term plan to control Food Souls wouldn’t be very wise. Their most likely goal is to find you, stall you, and wait for their future benefactor to come take you away."
"......"
Being treated like an object left a sickening chill crawling up my spine.
"Don’t be afraid, Double Skin Milk! We’re from the Jing’an Chamber of Commerce, and we were part of the team that helped with the Snowfall Project!"
Mandarin Squirrel Fish’s gaze was serious.
"We’ll protect you! We won’t let anyone take you!"
V. Double Skin Milk
Double Skin Milk's world was simple. Push-ups, sit-ups, squats—one hundred repetitions each—plus a ten-kilometer run. This was her daily routine. Beyond that, she diligently honed herself, traveling across the martial academies of the Light Kingdom in pursuit of knowledge.
If she made a mistake, she admitted it. If she had a weakness, she overcame it.
Through relentless effort, she grew rapidly. She was a born martial artist. From Southern strikes to Northern kicks, from blades to spears, staffs to rods—she could master them all at an astonishing speed. As her martial skills advanced, so too did her spiritual power. Her future was full of promise. She firmly believed that one day, she would reach the pinnacle of martial arts. The view from the summit—this would be her gift to the masters who had guided her.
But reality was not as simple as she imagined.
The power she cherished and respected was seen as a resource. If the worst were to happen, the spiritual energy coursing through her veins and every move she had learned could become weapons used to harm others.
Thus, Double Skin Milk chose to remain with the Jing'an Chamber of Commerce. But not as someone in need of protection. She wished to stay as one of them. She knew she was not yet capable of fending off those with ill intent, but the Jing'an Chamber of Commerce could help her. She accepted their protection, but that did not mean she would remain merely "the protected".
"That works, I suppose."
Buddha’s Temptation pondered for a moment, then gestured toward the boat where Mandarin Squirrel Fish and Beggar’s Chicken had just boarded.
"Go with them."
Double Skin Milk looked up at Mandarin Squirrel Fish. Mandarin Squirrel Fish clung to the railing, nodding fervently. With that, Double Skin Milk took her first steps toward the ship. The waves lapped gently, the steam whistle sounded, and the port slowly faded from view.
Meanwhile, somewhere in the Light Kingdom—deep within a dark cavern.
A man clad in a black robe and mask sat atop jagged rocks, while a kneeling youth—dressed in the same black robes—trembled before him.
"It... it was my fault... I... I couldn't... stall Double Skin Milk..."
Cold sweat dripped from the young man's chin. The masked man let out a low chuckle.
"And he failed as well, didn't he? He couldn't catch up to that little girl, either."
"Before the others even arrived at the dojo, you had already lost track of her."
Stepping down from the rocky ledge, he stopped in front of the kneeling youth.
"How do you plan to atone?"
With a swift kick, he sent the young man sprawling to the ground.
"Figure something out. Remedy your mistake. Understand?"
"P-please, my lord... give me advice..."
The young man's face was deathly pale.
"You’ll think of something on your own. After all... he's still here, isn’t he?"
With the tip of his shoe, he lifted the young man’s chin. Beneath the mask, a cruel grin spread across his face.
"Don’t be afraid. You’ll soon be free again."