| “ | True love can conquer anything. | ” |
Bio[]
Used to being doted on, she can be a little willful at times, but she's not a completely unreasonable young lady. She's usually quite tender and attentive, but if she gets set off, she will show a frightening side. She has a natural longing for and obsession with love, and looks forward to the day she meets her true love that will make her heart flutter. Although, because she's a Food Soul, this seems a bit unlikely, she still fervently believes and stays full of expectation.
Food Introduction[]
It's said that a predecessor of nougat (纽结糖 (Niû Jié Táng)) was brought by a Russian person into China in the 1930s, and afterward was modified into its present form by Chinese confectioners. Whole milk, peanuts, egg whites and other ingredients create this tenacious candy. It has a savory, sweet flavor and a rich creaminess and is inlaid with crushed peanut crumbs. It is an irresistible sweet.
Other Info[]
How to Acquire[]
Associated Events
- Thrice Met
- Drops of Memories
- Pure Romance
- Shake the World
- Warbler Warmth
- 21-Day Sign In (2023)
- Poetic Breeze
Initial Stats[]
 Soul Power
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1832 |
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 Attack
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57 |
 Defense
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22 |
 HP
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504 |
 Crit Rate
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1199 |
 Crit Dmg
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496 |
 Atk Spd
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1541 |
Skills[]
| Dream Wedding | Basic Skill | |
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Nougat throws her bouquet, dealing 100% (180%) ATK as damage plus 232 (3016) extra damage to the farthest enemy, also restoring 5 (25) points of energy for the two nearest allies. | |
| Love to Eternity | Energy Skill | |
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Nougat takes out scissors, dealing 100% (180%) ATK as damage plus 311 (4043) extra damage to the farthest enemy, also boosting attack speed by 15% (35%) for the nearest two allies for 4 seconds. | |
| Super Love to Eternity | Link Skill | |
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Nougat takes out scissors, dealing 120% (220%) ATK as damage plus 366 (4758) extra damage to the farthest enemy, also boosting attack speed by 25% (45%) for the nearest two allies for 4 seconds. | 
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blue = lvl 1
red = max lvlVoice Lines[]
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| Contract | This is a meeting ordained by fate, Master Attendant. | ||
| Log In | Long time no see... What, it's only been a few minutes? But in my heart, it seemed ages! Didn't you miss me at all? | ||
| Ice Arena | I don't have to worry about my makeup running, but it's still a bit cold. Can you move a little closer to me? | ||
| Skills | You people just don't get romance. Outta the way! | ||
| Ascend | Does this also mean our feelings for each other have also taken the next step? | ||
| Fatigue | I must first... get my beauty rest, and then we'll talk... | ||
| Recovering | I've already got my makeup on. Are you still not going to ask me on a date? | ||
| Team Formation | I will sweep away all obstacles for you. | ||
| Knockout | Sorry... to let you see me... all disheveled like this. | ||
| Notice | It looks pretty good, doesn't it? I poured all my love into it. | ||
| Idle 1 | Attendant's birthday must be planned to a "T". ...Cake, balloons, pretty streamers... Ah! And there's gotta be a candlelight dinner! | ||
| Idle 2 | Big brother's[1] play costume must be exquisitely designed... Oh yeah! I'll try out the latest lace print on Chiffon Cake! | ||
| Idle 3 | True love will never change because of time. But finding it is sure to be extremely difficult. But I... absolutely won't give up without a fight! | ||
| Interaction 1 | What? Is it my makeup? Give me a mirror! | ||
| Interaction 2 | Oh? You noticed too? My ring finger here... seems to be missing a little something~. | ||
| Interaction 3 | Can't find a tissue? I cut them all up into wedding dresses! They're very cute~. | ||
| Pledge | Oh, if only this were a marriage proposal. Haha, that's a joke. I'm just glad to stay by your side in the days to come. Just thinking about it makes me happy. | ||
| Intimacy 1 | I know the lives of humans are short, but my feelings for you are eternally unchanging. This is a challenge I issue to time itself. So, please smile for my inevitable victory. | ||
| Intimacy 2 | How much do I like designing wedding dresses? Oh, pretty much neck-and-neck with how much I like you. | ||
| Intimacy 3 | When I look off elsewhere, I hope that your gaze stays upon me, soft and lingering. That's right, just like I'm always doing. | ||
| Victory | It's over! Attendant, have dinner with me to celebrate the victory! | ||
| Defeat | If you console me, then I promise, next time will be a victory. | ||
| Feeding | Wow~! Was this prepared especially for me? I really like this... exclusive feeling. | ||
Skins
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| Pure Romance, Warbler Warmth, Poetic Breeze | |||||||
Notes
- ↑ Idle 2: According to Blue Cheese's story, Blue Cheese and Nougat call themselves brother and sister, considering they have the same Master Attendant.
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Normal[]
Spring Dream[]
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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. Death
Since time can shape a person into a one-of-a-kind masterpiece, why does it have to take everything it creates away in the end?
I gazed at the burning sunset resting on Jackie’s shoulder, amazed at how the fiery glow seemed to meld perfectly with her crimson hair, making her look like she was engulfed in a passionate blaze. I was utterly captivated. She was as beautiful and enchanting as ever.
“Nougat, you’re not going to cry, are you?”
“Cry? Why would I cry?”
“Because I’m about to die.”
“Die? What’s that?”
I tilted my head, gently grasping Jackie’s cold, stiff hand in return.
“Do you remember the story I told you about Sleeping Beauty? Death is… when the prince never comes to wake her up.”
“So she just keeps sleeping forever?”
“That’s right.”
“Then… she can’t wear pretty dresses or taste delicious desserts anymore?”
“Yeah. When you think about it like that, it’s kind of a shame.”
Suddenly, I realized… death is such a terrifying thing.
“No! No! You can’t die!”
“I’m sorry, Nougat. This is the one thing I can’t do anything about.”
“It’s because of the prince, right? I get it now! That painter—if he comes back, then you won’t die, right?”
“Wait—Nougat!”
Jackie grabbed my hand all of a sudden, her grip as faint as a firefly brushing my skin mid-flight.
“We can’t wait! He has to come back quickly!”
“You… you can’t do that…”
“Don’t you believe in me?”
“It’s not that I don’t. I do… it’s just…”
I looked into Jackie’s eyes—so clear, like a mirror, exposing all the panic and helplessness I tried to hide.
“It’s just… I know him.”
“He’s not coming back.”
I remembered that man—once promising under the church’s starlit sky to stay by Jackie’s side forever—who eventually turned his back on his ailing wife and left without a word. I had no way to refute Jackie’s words.
“Come here, Nougat. Stay and talk with me for a while.”
I walked back, a little disheartened, and knelt down beside her. For some reason, my eyes started to sting. Maybe it was my makeup smudging from this morning, letting the chemicals sneak in. But I didn’t have time to worry about my makeup, because Jackie’s eyes were only half-open now—it looked like she could drift off at any moment.
“Is it Time Syndrome[1]?”
My voice trembled on its own, and guilt appeared in Jackie’s eyes. She nodded, gently patting my hand in reassurance. The calluses on her fingers had softened so much since before, but they only made me miss the beautiful, flowing sound of her violin even more. And hate time even more.
My brother told me that Jackie had Time Syndrome. Since nothing could beat time, there was no cure. Time really is a cruel thing. It rotted her love and now it’s coming to take her away from me too.
“Nougat, you don’t need to be sad for me. I accepted all of this long ago, long before death arrived.”
“Even though time took so much from me, I never held it against it. I’m not angry, and I’m not sad.”
“Time never managed to hurt me. So…”
I watched Jackie slowly close her eyes, like sealing away a stone door that no longer needed to be opened.
“I didn’t lose to it.”
Jackie fell asleep—sleeping in a castle full of thorns and roses. At last, she could sleep peacefully and for a long time, never again needing to fear being disturbed by a fickle prince.
II. Time
A few minutes after Jackie closed her eyes, my brother—who had gone to find a way to heal her—returned. And because of just those few minutes, all the effort he had put in, all the painful wounds he had suffered, were rendered meaningless. I looked into my brother’s beautiful blue eyes, at the quiet sorrow flowing within them, and my own emotions spilled out uncontrollably from my swollen, red eyes.
But time did not stop to wait for us. I handed Jackie’s violin to my brother and watched him set off on another journey. He has his own mission and pursuit. And so do I.
I came to Jackie’s wedding, summoned by happiness itself. A snow-white wedding dress, a sky full of flowers, and people expressing every beautiful emotion—they all rushed into the once-empty world I awoke to. Perhaps there is no joy greater in the world than a beautiful wedding.
I rubbed my sore eyes and pulled myself together again. Let’s hold a wedding.
“A wedding? I don’t think that’s possible…”
Seeing the troubled look on the young man’s face, I was very confused. He had been in charge of the water and electricity maintenance in this house for a long time. Ever since I learned he had a lover, I would always pester him to tell me their love story whenever he visited. Last time, he told me how nervous he was during his proposal—so nervous, in fact, that he said “Will you marry me?” as “Will you take me as your bride?”
Although it caused quite the laugh, fortunately his partner didn’t change their mind because of his silliness. Barring any surprises, the two would officially become husband and wife next week.
“So she really does think you’re too dumb, and that’s why—”
“N-No, that’s not it!”
The young man hastily denied my words, then looked slightly embarrassed.
“It’s actually because of money. We can’t afford a wedding dress, let alone a ceremony. Just getting our family and friends together for a meal is enough.”
“That won’t do!”
I interrupted him angrily.
A bride with no wedding dress and no ceremony? Unthinkable!
“Leave the wedding dress and the wedding itself to me. You two just get ready for your happiness.”
“Think of it as a thank-you for everything you’ve done over the years. You worked so hard to make the house more accessible for Jackie, right?”
Upon hearing this, he blushed and turned to look at the chair attached to the stair railing. Though it was no longer needed, it had once brought joy to Jackie when she could no longer walk. I recalled Jackie’s face in her final moments—wan and tired, but still dazzlingly bright with that smile.
I wanted to protect something that beautiful. No… I needed more of that beauty.
After sending the young man off, I locked myself in a room. On the painter’s abandoned easel, I sketched out my ideal wedding dress. Then, with the same scissors Jackie once used to trim her violin bow hair, I cut the fabric. Finally, I sewed it together with thread borrowed from the elderly lady next door.
I didn’t know how long the process took, but perhaps because I’m a Food Soul, I didn’t feel tired or bored at all. In fact, I gradually found joy in it. Especially when the young man’s lover saw the first version of the dress.
A beautiful blush bloomed on the girl’s face, and her emerald eyes sparkled like rivers of stars flowing gently. She looked so lovely that it made me want to sing aloud, to dance barefoot—just like at that wedding.
Ah, Jackie… There is nothing wrong with love. It still brings me so much joy.
If time still insists on hurting it, then let me stand against it.
If humans ultimately cannot defeat time, then a Food Soul—who doesn’t die so easily—certainly can.
Monster who stole Jackie’s life…
Let me be the one to defeat you.
III. Love
After promising to lend Jackie’s house to the couple for their wedding, the bride-to-be agreed to give me more time to finish altering the wedding dress. Drifting cotton, unraveling gauze, runaway pearls, accidentally pressed-out pleats, and the golden dust dancing upon my shoulders—all of it came together like a scene of divine purity, as if from heaven.
The day I finally completed the wedding dress, I held the bundle of pure white fabric in my arms, overjoyed, and eagerly knocked on the young man’s door. I couldn’t wait to see the bride’s joyful smile again, to relive the happiness that had so deeply moved me. But the young man who answered the door told me… there would be no wedding.
“What? You don’t love her anymore?”
“It’s the viscount of the Treville family. He loves her.”
“So you're just handing her over like that?”
“What else can I do? He’s a noble! If I go against his will, both my family and I… we’re doomed!”
After yelling that, the young man left behind a floor full of wine bottles—and me—and turned back inside. I looked down at the dress in my arms. It was still just as beautiful, as radiant as if it were new. The canceled wedding had done nothing to dull its brilliance.
“I won’t let this go!”
I copied the young man’s way of shouting, then stormed off. I vaguely remembered that viscount. No matter how many times Jackie rejected him, he always sent invitation after invitation, begging her to perform a private recital for him. I even remembered the address on those invitations. The bride-to-be looked noticeably thinner after a few days, and wore an expression of sorrow I had never seen before.
That won’t do. Absolutely not.
My dress cannot be worn by a bride filled with sorrow.
I asked her: “Even if the viscount claimed to love you the way that young man did, would you love him even a little?”
“He loves me?”
Her face twisted into a bitter and mournful expression.
“We’ve only met once. He said only one thing to me: ‘Your hair is beautiful.’ Is that love? If it is, then he only loves my hair.”
Suddenly, her emotions surged. Her face flushed red with anger, so red it bled into her eyes—then, crystal-clear tears spilled from them.
“Well then, that makes things simple.”
“…What?”
Before answering, I walked behind her, took out my scissors, and—snip!—cut off her long golden hair in one go.
“What are you doing?!”
She clutched her head in horror, staring at the unevenly cropped hair in the mirror. Her eyes filled with tears again.
“If he likes your hair so much, just give it to him.”
“B-but… my hair…”
“Hair can grow back. But a true love only comes once.”
She stared at me in stunned silence. Her eyes brimmed with so many emotions that I couldn’t quite read them. In the end, though, she agreed to let me cut off the rest of her long hair. When the viscount saw her like that, he immediately backed out of the engagement. I happily put my scissors away, grabbed her hand, and we dashed off into the night together.
We ran through the rainy streets, laughing freely beneath the cover of the storm. Joy bloomed between the trees and grass. Arms outstretched, we embraced the wind, embraced freedom—embraced the promise of happiness. At last, we reached the young man’s door. I knocked, then gave her a gentle pat on her trembling back.
“Don’t worry. No one will get in your way again.”
She looked at me with gratitude and nodded, then turned toward the door. The firm resolve in her eyes made me think, just for a moment, that she must’ve been a warrior in her past life, one who had once bathed in blood on the battlefield. When the young man opened the door, he looked shocked. Even as his beloved stood there, tears in her eyes, gripping his hands tightly to prove her innocence, he didn’t respond at all to her mention of their beautiful wedding. He just took two steps back, freeing his hands from hers.
“There won’t be a wedding.”
“Wha—”
“After you were taken away, the farmer’s daughter came by often. She’s not beautiful, but at least she still has long, silky hair.”
He pushed the bride outside. She stared at his cold, emotionless face in disbelief.
“How could you do this?”
“What did I do wrong?”
He peered at us through the crack in the door, his sharp eyes scanning the woman in her wedding dress—then shifting to me, still stunned.
“I was never the man you thought I was, Nougat. The chair I made for Miss Jackie wasn’t some act of kindness. I only did it to mess with the electric meter and make some extra money.”
“Stop using your fantasies to judge me.”
The wooden door slammed shut. I tilted my head, thinking over what he just said. Then I gently patted the trembling shoulders of the girl beside me.
“So in the end… he just liked your hair too.”
IV. Romance
"And then what happened?"
"Then the young man married the farmer’s daughter, and she wore my wedding dress… and at the wedding, she stabbed herself in the stomach with a pair of scissors."
I handed the freshly brewed floral tea to my brother, who had just returned from a long trip. Then I hugged my fluffy pillow and sat next to him, mimicking the bride’s gesture by pressing the pillow hard against my belly.
"Such a pity… doing something so foolish for someone who didn’t even love her."
"That really is surprising."
I tilted my head to look into my brother’s blue eyes, eyes that reflected rows of wedding dresses—each one designed and sewn by my own hands. That incident didn’t stop me from continuing to design wedding dresses. In fact, people now call me a wedding dress designer. Sometimes, they even add the phrase “Midgar’s finest.”
"I thought that young man was just a kind and simple-hearted person."
"Exactly, right?"
I took a sip of the fragrant tea and leaned against my brother’s shoulder in contentment. We sat quietly for a while, until my brother suddenly asked if I still longed for love as much as ever.
"Of course I do!"
"But you’ve seen firsthand how fickle love can be."
"That wasn’t real love at all. They just liked her hair! Real, everlasting love does exist in this world."
"How can you be so sure? Have you seen it yourself?"
"I am that love."
"What? Aren’t you a Food Soul like Blue Cheese?"
The golden-haired Food Soul in front of me revealed his true nature as soon as he opened his mouth—completely abandoning the refined and elegant demeanor he usually kept up. His name was Chiffon Cake, and he was a member of my brother’s opera troupe. Ever since the troupe was formed, I’ve been designing stage costumes for them. At that moment, I pulled the measuring tape tighter around his waist—on purpose, tighter than usual.
"So what if I’m a Food Soul? Are Food Souls not allowed to have love?"
Chiffon Cake could barely breathe under the tight tape and shook his head wildly to show me he meant no offense. I put the measuring tape away and bent down to jot down the measurements on paper.
It’s exactly because I’m a Food Soul that I can prove the meaning of the word “forever.”
Humans are too fragile—aging, sickness, and death can all become excuses for “falling out of love.”
But Food Souls are different. I have more than enough time to prove that I won’t change. Whether it’s wedding dresses or love—once I commit to something, I stay passionate about it forever. I will love it for eternity.
And one day, I will find my true love. Whether they’re human or Food Soul, regardless of race or gender—he will love his partner as endlessly as I do.
Chiffon Cake clearly didn’t quite understand what I meant, but out of consideration for his next stage costume, he gave me a thumbs-up and said he’d be cheering me on. In my mind, I was already planning what kind of dress to make for him next. Smiling, I headed into another member’s room. Opera was waiting there punctually. I greeted him and, unexpectedly, noticed something placed on his desk.
"Ballad of Time’s Crimes… what’s this?"
"It’s a script from the troupe I used to be part of."
"Can I take a look?"
"Go ahead."
It was the story of a kingdom. Princess Tina, marked with signs resembling those of a ferocious beast, was stripped of her freedom and locked away in a tower. Deceived by a demon, she imprisoned the sister who came to visit her, and then stole her identity, becoming the new princess of the kingdom. Tina’s extravagant and reckless lifestyle soon sparked public outrage. But in the end, it was her sister who was condemned as a witch by the people. Tina eventually came to her senses and killed the demon—but in doing so, she was cursed with eternal life, never aging, never dying—forever imprisoned in a cage of time.
I was captivated by the story… but also deeply angry with it. I asked Opera why no one loved Princess Tina or her sister. He was silent for a moment. Instead of answering, he asked me why I’d ask such a thing.
"Because it was the sister’s love for Tina that made the evil plan succeed. And it was Tina’s love for the demon that made her trust him and believe his lies. But… why did no one love them?"
"…It’s just a script. Maybe the writer forgot about those characters and didn’t give them a chance to appear."
"But if such a person did exist—how could he let the sister die, and let the younger sister be cursed for eternity?"
"If such a person really existed, then his love wasn’t true love. Or maybe… he was just a cowardly and incompetent man."
I thought of Jackie, thought of my brother, thought of all the joyful times… and all the sorrowful ones.
"If it were me, I’d definitely protect her. Smiling in a dream doesn’t mean anything. I’d make sure she could smile in real life, every single day."
I knew the determination in my eyes hadn’t wavered one bit.
"Even if it costs me my life."
"Your life?"
"Yep! That’s what I call… the ultimate kind of romance."
V. Nougat
Compared to other Food Souls, Nougat was far more straightforward. She was born of love, and would spend her whole life pursuing it. She didn’t have the kind of complicated thinking that humans did. She simply—and stubbornly—believed that if two people loved each other, they must be together. And not just for a while, but forever.
She wasn’t the type to turn back after hitting a wall. She was the type to keep ramming the wall until it broke. She didn’t want to see people sorrowful and despondent because of love. She wanted to do everything in her power to protect every beautiful love story in the world. Anything else—any other person or matter—had nothing to do with her.
At the same time, she also wished to find a true love of her own. Though this wish seemed distant and far-fetched for a Food Soul, she never lost heart. She firmly believed that if she kept working hard, one day, her dream would come true. And now, she had one more wish: to give every member of the Fantasy Opera Troupe the most beautiful stage costumes in the world—unique and envy-inducing.
“Nougat! Why is my costume like this again?!”
“Lightweight lace, pink ribbons, and sequins that sparkle in seven colors under the sun—these are the most fashionable elements right now!”
“B-but I’m a guy!!”
“That’s strange. Sis Paella clearly told me you liked ribbons the most?”
Conversations like that became part of her daily life—full of laughter, and something she treasured deeply. She loved living with her big brother, loved her friends with all their quirks and talents, and loved her job. Whether it was the wedding dresses worn by brides or the costumes donned by performers, they were all symbols of her effort to bring happiness and joy to humans.
Each one stood as a testament to her fight against time—step by step. She firmly believed that time was not some invincible god. As long as she had faith, as long as she stayed true to her passion, she could defeat it—no matter the cost.
As the Fantasy Opera Troupe grew more and more famous, Nougat’s workload also increased. Wedding dress design requests poured in, and stage costume demands were endless. One day, a striking noblewoman who had seen the troupe’s performance managed to obtain her contact info from who-knows-where and came straight to Nougat’s workshop.
“I design clothes out of passion, not for profit.”
“I never said I’d pay you.”
“Then why should I work for you?”
“Because you want to win.”
The noblewoman raised her chin as she fanned herself with a white feather fan. The motion stirred her golden hair by her ears—and stirred Nougat’s competitive spirit.
“Little girl, your designs might not even be good enough to please me.”
And just like that, Nougat took on her very first evening gown commission. But she hadn’t expected to stumble so many times. Every set of sketches she submitted was rejected—again and again. Yet she wasn’t even given a proper explanation.
For the first time, the usually mild-tempered Nougat stormed off, dress in hand, and knocked on the noblewoman’s door in a fury. What she didn’t expect was to find there a book—thicker than even an opera script—titled “Ballad of Time’s Crimes.”
Within it, she discovered the truth behind that story.
And, by sheer accident—glimpsed the footprints of the demon.
Notes
- ↑ It is probably not a real illness, but a term invented by Blue Cheese to explain the concept of aging to her, something with which many Food Souls are unfamiliar since they are incapable of aging.
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In battle, boosts one's skill dmg (1%, 2%, 3%, 4%, 5%, 6%, 7%, 8%, 9%, 10%). Basic attacks/skills have a 30% chance of dealing (16%, 20%, 25%, 30%, 35%, 41%, 47%, 56%, 67%, 80%) ATK as bonus dmg to the nearest enemy. |
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In battle, boosts one's basic atk dmg (1.5%, 3%, 4.5%, 6%, 7.5%, 9%, 10.5%, 12%, 13.5%, 15%). Basic attacks/skills have a 30% chance of dealing (16%, 20%, 25%, 30%, 35%, 41%, 47%, 56%, 67%, 80%) ATK as bonus dmg to the nearest enemy. |
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In battle, boosts all of one's dmg (0.8%, 1.6%, 2.4%, 3.2%, 4%, 4.8%, 5.6%, 6.4%, 7.2%, 8%). Basic attacks/skills have a 30% chance of dealing (16%, 20%, 25%, 30%, 35%, 41%, 47%, 56%, 67%, 80%) ATK as bonus dmg to the nearest enemy. |
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In battle, reduces own dmg received (4%, 5.1%, 6.3%, 7.5%, 8.8%, 10.2%, 11.9%, 14.1%, 16.7%, 20%). |
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In battle, reduces dmg received by nearest two allies (4%, 5.1%, 6.3%, 7.5%, 8.8%, 10.2%, 11.9%, 14.1%, 16.7%, 20%). |
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In battle, reduces dmg received for nearest 3 allies (3%, 3.8%, 4.7%, 5.6%, 6.6%, 7.6%, 8.9%, 10.6%, 12.5%, 15%). |
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Normal attacks or release skills gain 1 additional point of energy; also inflicts (6.1%, 8.1%, 10.2%, 12.4%, 14.7%, 17.3%, 20.4%, 24.4%, 29.1%, 35%) of attack damage on the enemy with the highest attack power, and has a 25% chance of inflicting an additional 1 second of stun. |
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When the Food Soul performs a basic attack or casts a skill, they grant 1 pt of energy to the two nearest allies. If the target hit has below 20% HP, they inflict a Stun on the target for 2s and deal (6.1%, 8.1%, 10.2%, 12.4%, 14.7%, 17.3%, 20.4%, 24.4%, 29.1%, 35%) of ATK as damage (Stun is activated once every 6s). |
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Normal attacks or release skills give the last two allies 1 point of energy; they also inflict (6.1%, 8.1%, 10.2%, 12.4%, 14.7%, 17.3%, 20.4%, 24.4%, 29.1%, 35%) of attack power damage to the enemy with the highest attack power, and have a 25% chance of inflicting an additional 1 second of stun. |
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When the last three allies release abilities, they deal (24%, 30%, 38%, 45%, 53%, 61%, 71%, 84%, 100%, 120%) damage to two random enemies, and there is also a 30% chance to inflict an additional 1 second of stun (Stun CD:6s per ally). |
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When any ally casts a skill, the highest-ATK enemy will have any buffs dispelled and be dealt (2.4%, 3.2%, 4.1%, 4.9%, 5.9%, 6.9%, 8.1%, 9.7%, 11.6%, 14%) ATK as dmg. |
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Every 15s, the next basic attack or skill cast deals (31%, 41%, 52%, 63%, 76%, 89%, 105%, 125%, 149%, 180%) ATK as dmg to the highest-DEF enemy. If the target's HP is below 30%, it deals another 100% ATK as dmg, while also adding (5%, 6%, 8%, 10%, 12%, 14%, 17%, 20%, 24%, 30%) of this unit's current HP as dmg (Invalid against most large enemy units). |
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Every 15s, the next basic attack or skill cast deals (31%, 41%, 52%, 63%, 76%, 89%, 105%, 125%, 149%, 180%) ATK as dmg to the highest-DEF enemy. If the target's HP is below 30%, it deals another 100% ATK as dmg and prevents the target from receiving healing for 3s. |
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Every 15s, the next basic attack or skill cast deals (31%, 41%, 52%, 63%, 76%, 89%, 105%, 125%, 149%, 180%) ATK as dmg to the highest-DEF enemy. If the target's HP is below 30%, it deals another 100% ATK as dmg and if the target's HP is below (2%, 2%, 3%, 4%, 5%, 5%, 7%, 8%, 9%, 12%), the target will die on the spot. |