One Way Tickets · Companions & traits

Please don't worry. I will do everything I can to help you.

Just let me know when you're heading out. I won't let you down.

Her name is Lumii, self-chosen—she recalls no past, and no one ever named her. Found too young by a caravan, she remembered nothing. Once grown a little, she packed up and left alone.

She dabbles in everything, masters nothing: bandaging, tinkering, repairs. Her real gift is memory—who met what, where, and what new monsters lurked. She knew it all.

Learning is routine; the world held too much to explore. She often scavenged alone—risky, but she found valuables. Today felt different: monsters cornered her, then someone drove by and picked her up...

It's time to fertilize my plants. Could you help me find something nutritious?

I don't need much. These should be enough to last quite a while.

I woke up in a strange world...

Everything differed from my old town—food, clothes, culture, creatures...

Others might find it shocking, but to me it was wonderful! Especially magic! No more boring town, same faces, endless routine. Every day here was exciting and magical! I changed clothes, made friends, found new hobbies.

I'm still studying how to use magic better. I can control some plants now, enough to defend myself while adventuring. Yes... the only downside is it's not very safe. Well... I do miss my parents, and my friends back in town...

Got any fresh goods for me? Let's see what you're made of.

Get yourself ready. Let's go out and have some fun together.

In that desert, a legend of a man spread.

Few had seen him; fewer knew his past. Where he came from, what he endured—like desert sands, veiled and vast. Reach out, and only fragments slip through your fingers.

But his deeds and lands? Everyone knew. Countless came seeking him, hoping to follow. Yet nine in ten left disappointed.

"I must not be strong enough... unworthy to follow that lord." They departed in silence, sighs scattering into the yellow sand.

Meanwhile, chaos reigned in his hall: "Where's the leader? Off playing again! Everything's a mess!"

Are we heading out? Will it be dangerous? Can you take me along? I want to do my part for my companions too.

But I need to get ready first. Could you find these things for me?

Ding, a novice Wudang disciple, was chopping firewood when he saw a slender beauty on a boulder. He asked: "Miss, are you in trouble?"

Hesitant, she said: "I came for mushrooms and fruit, but I'm lost."He introduced himself: "Where to?"She named a nearby village, gazing pitifully: "Escort me, young hero? It's dangerous alone.""Of course!" He escorted her there. She thanked him profusely, reluctant to part.

But duty called. Red-faced, heart fluttering, he headed back. Halfway, he touched his pouch—empty. Cold sweat. Did he drop it?

Young hero, from the moment we first met, I felt a kindred connection with you. I couldn't help but want to invite you to travel as a companion.

If you don't mind, we can set out on the road together.

You sat alone in a noisy tavern—chatter, laughter, clinking cups.

But your attention was fixed on the woman at the next table.

She sat alone with wine and a few dishes, seemingly undisturbed, enjoying herself.

Her looks were plain, even unremarkable, yet you couldn't look away. She radiated an inexplicable charm, drawing you in.

Should you speak to her? As you hesitated, she suddenly looked up, straight at you. She smiled.

The world went silent. Everything faded. Only her smile echoed in your mind.

She beckoned. After that, your memory blurred...

Hey! How have you been lately? I'm sorting through my inventory right now.

But I'm still missing some materials. Next time you head out, take me along!

After arriving here, I sensed I'd lost a whole stretch of memory—as if I'd lived a full life in another world. Doesn't matter. I'm here now, so I'll make the best of it. If those memories were bad, I'll start anew!

I've been strong and energetic since childhood, gifted in martial arts. Boulders others couldn't budge were nothing to me. While wandering this world, I collected many treasures—I can carry them all. I trade my finds for money and food. I love this free, self-reliant life. Yet sometimes I feel I'm fighting something unseen—struggling to escape a fate once dragged by heaven's will.

Strange... I remember nothing at all...

The food here is pretty good. No more worrying about going hungry.

Heading out? Of course. Just prepare some rations for the road.

As a child, he'd sit at the training hall's door, watching elders practice. Everyone adored him—patting his face, ruffling his hair, slipping him snacks.

Then, tragedy struck. A legendary fiend abducted his sister. The family collapsed. His parents cost everything to find her, but failed, leaving him alive alone.

He survived by wandering, using his charming looks to beg. Should I search for my sister? Is she alive or dead?Growing up, he grasped what had happened and these questions surfaced often.

"Grr..." But his stomach growled inconveniently.

Never mind—time to eat!

The current level of construction is still far from enough. Hurry up and get ready to head out and gather materials. There's no time to dawdle around here.

Go! Now!

In the frigid northern lands, humans survive only by huddling together.

Here, no one can indulge in comfort—even children must contribute to the collective. This isn't cruelty, but necessity. Fuel, food, materials—all resources are limited. We must prepare everything before the blizzard comes, or only death awaits.

Some call me cold. I don't deny it. But this is the price for everyone's survival. I will carry out my duty firmly, even if all misunderstand me...

Hehe—

Ehehehe—

Hehehehe!

Full steam ahead!

Wrench! Hammer! Screwdriver!

Oxygen mask on, spacesuit on!

We are the greatest inventors in the universe!

Power drill! Welding torch! Cutting machine!

Clang clang bang bang!

Rockets! Satellites! Spaceships!

We are the finest repairers in the universe!

Leave it to us—

Leave it to us!

Leave everything in the universe to us!

Ready to go all out? You won't go wrong bringing me along!

I don't need much. Just enough not to starve, plus a little pocket money.

《Gaus' Diary》—

Life's three great joys: meat, women, battle!

No matter the cooking method! No matter the quality! No matter the type! If it's meat, I'll take it all!

Food and desire are human nature—any beauty, any type, is my taste!

As for battle, that's true man's romance, hahaha! Any gun works—just give me a chance to unload bullets, and I'll slaughter everyone with ease, hahaha!

Why bother with all that nonsense? A man wins everything by his own strength, fighting to the very last moment!

Heading out? I'd rather not interrupt my creative process...

But if you prepare some suitable materials, I can create while on the road.

I don't consider my work art, nor do I call myself an artist.

I just need to create...

I know this place can't really fit someone like me. Everyone's busy surviving. Some scold me: "Can't even eat, yet you keep messing with wood scraps—what's the point?"

But I can't stop. Once my hands leave the tools, it feels like part of my soul is gone. Only carving keeps me calm.

Here, everyone's busy surviving but kind. No one forces me to work. They say: "Your work is amazing! You're irreplaceable!"

I... can I really be accepted this time?

My hands are getting itchy lately. If you're going on a long trip, how about taking me along?

I know quite a few tricks. I definitely won't let you down.

He stared at the lock—an ordinary iron one. A wire from the side, press the spring, and it opens. He waited for the patrol to pass, counted ten, then moved. The wire slid in; a faint click. He didn't rush, waited, confirmed silence, then turned it slowly and slipped inside.

Dark room. The owner slept. He found the large wooden box at the bed's foot. This lock was trickier, but not for him. Another hooked wire, two resisting springs under his fingertips, another click.

Moonlight lit the country road. He hummed, touching the heavy coin pouch. When the sun rose, it'd be another beautiful day.

Need to head out and search for materials? No problem, I'm good at this.

This is a good chance to get some real combat training too.

Just prepare travel funds and rations, and we can set off.

My world was devastated by a zombie outbreak. Humans huddled in basements, scavenging for supplies under constant threat—zombies, shortages, breakdowns.

All I could do was toughen my body. In a crisis, only I could protect myself. So I practiced boxing day and night.

After arriving here, things felt easier. Not completely safe, but there were more partners, a thriving base, better division of labor. Everything was improving.

I'll keep training—not just to protect myself, but to protect my companions.

Awooooooo!!!!

Awooo—

Awooo!!!

《Sunny Keeper's Log》—

Sunny is the only dinosaur here hatched and raised by humans. She understands simple commands and shows affection, never acting aggressively toward humans or other animals. But keepers shouldn't let their guard down—she is, after all, a notoriously fierce carnivorous T. rex. Since humans invented cloning from fossil DNA, Sunny is one of the rare few to reach adulthood. Still, our research remains limited. Whether her understanding of speech is individual variation or a species advantage is unclear—more samples are needed. In short, everything requires extreme caution.

This place feels a little familiar. Where are we heading next?

I'm used to adventuring alone, but occasionally going with companions doesn't feel bad either. Let's get ready and set off.

The lady had hidden in this mansion's secret chamber. The estate's barrier had vanished, drawing in all lurking evil. I'm going to die... It's only a matter of time before they find me... she thought in despair.

Suddenly, fierce fighting erupted beyond the wall. When it subsided, steady footsteps approached.

"Is someone there?" came a calm man's voice. I'm saved! A human! She replied: "Who are you?! Help me!"

He cleared the broken bricks by sound. But when he leaned through the hole and she saw his horrifying face, she shrieked—"Ah—!"—and fainted.

If there's anything I can help with… I'd be glad to do my modest part.

Just let me know before you set out. I'm looking forward to it…

I consider myself someone who has already died once.

In my last life, I experienced everything, only to forget it all at the end and become a walking corpse.

But when I closed my eyes and opened them again, I suddenly remembered everything—what I pursued, what I felt, what I loved.

This isn't the environment I knew. No one around me is familiar. I don't know what state I'm in, whether past pain will return, or whether my obsession still has any reason to exist.

This new life, like a rebirth—is it fortune or misfortune for me?

Heading out with you?

Tch... what a hassle.

Hiring me isn't cheap. If you can't afford it, don't bother me.

If you've adventured there long enough, you've likely met him—or heard his story.

He's no good man in the traditional sense. On that continent, no one can be good and survive alone; everyone pays any price to live.

But he's no villain either. Behind the jokes, mockery, and traps lies a deeply hidden kindness.

You can't befriend him—he needs no friends. He follows his own rules, acts by whim, bound by no one.

Yet when you're cornered, he appears out of nowhere, bringing a turn of events.

Keeping your distance while preserving goodwill may be wisest.

Got a new destination?

Alright, I'll go investigate.

We're going together? Okay…

I woke from light, mind empty.

Only a blurry cluster flickered ahead, like a distant torch. I couldn't remember who I was, but knew I had to walk.

The road was ruins—tilted gray buildings, ground crawling with sticky, glistening things. Jumping, dodging, striking, using magic—weaving through broken mechs and collapsed structures, fighting had become instinct.

I woke from light again. Everything had changed.

Plants everywhere. No blood stench, no mech limbs or concrete debris. The guiding light was gone.

Where should I go?

You came to play with me, loo!

Are we going out? Great!

I know where to find good stuff! Remember to bring me along!

I come from the deep sea, loo! I love collecting shiny things, loo. The seabed is full of things humans throw away. Some become my shell, some my weapons, loo.

Humans are so great, loo! Without them, I'd only have soft seaweed or fragile coral to defend myself, loo. Sometimes I borrow sea urchins' spiky shells, but they're no match for these white, green, or golden forks, loo.

Now I'm on land, collecting even more shiny things, loo!

No one takes my collection! I'll guard my treasures with my shield and weapons, loo!

I've put together a supply list. Please help me find these items.

Safety first when adventuring outside. Preparing these is safer.

I grew up in a small town. My father was the local farmer, and under his influence, I learned simple farm work. Every harvest, I'd help push produce to market. The town was tiny, everyone knew each other. Days were quiet and ordinary—but an unchanging life gets boring for a young person.

Then a stranger moved in. He was a farmer too. Though a bit ugly, he was funny and down-to-earth. Before I knew it, I'd been secretly watching him for a long time.

Today the weather's great. I've decided to bring him the grapes and lilies I just picked!

Setting off?

No problem!

Consider it done!

I'm already raring to go. Let's head out now!

You ask who I am? I'm an outstanding cargo truck driver!

My record speaks for itself—over ten thousand kilometers. In all of Europe, there's no town or road I haven't set foot on. My stage isn't just land—I've even taken on the ocean! One day I'll conquer the sky. Then I'll be the greatest cargo truck driver in the world, hahaha!

I was born to be a cargo truck driver. Even if the road is full of unknowns and hardships, I overcome them all. The strong never complain about their environment.

Why do I wear a mask? Because my soul has merged with the truck's spirit!

Secret Realm Native

No extra items required.

Can set off with you right away.

The Limu people are born accountants, and I'm the best of them.

From 13 I traveled every road of Vast Plains. I never use an abacus—one glance at goods and I have the figure. Nobody pulls one over on me. Some see a young girl and try to make things hard, but no matter: I always get my justice elsewhere. People often think they got the better of me, never realizing those crumbs were charity.This world has so many new things. Antiquities are easy to price; foreign goods harder. I appraise and buy on instinct, then hawk them to whoever looks like they need them.

It's time to open new markets.

Secret Realm Native

No extra items required.

Can set off with you right away.

My name is Zisu. I am the personal maid and study companion of the young lady called Timbo. Study companion, though—I've hardly read any books. My days are spent pouring tea, grinding ink, sweeping, and trimming lamps.Timbo rarely speaks, she likes reading ,and she never looked down on me. I have no way to repay her, so I care for her as best I can.

Where has a young lady like that gone...

We've searched everywhere... If she didn't meet villains, she was likely carried through one of those black voids to somewhere else.

What should I do...

Secret Realm Native

No extra items required.

Can set off with you right away.

She has two talents: running, and forgetting. Raised in Sandmarsh, she chased pack beasts, water, strayed sheep. Running in heat and drought forged her stamina and explosive power.

She often says: "What's happened has happened. Like wind blowing past, you can't chase it back."

Raised among nomads, they drift: today camp here, tomorrow leave. What you remember today may mean nothing tomorrow.

The desert's great winds scatter everything—blowing away the old, blowing in the new.

Secret Realm Native

No extra items required.

Can set off with you right away.

On the frozen tundra of the north lies a forgotten land. Too remote, too cold. In ancient times it was where spirit energy was thinnest, so no sky-piercing towers were built and no glorious civilization took shape. Then came the long winter... People could no longer kindle spirit fire. Those who survived learned to live with ice and snow. We call ourselves the Snowdust—from a local phenomenon: in extreme cold, moisture condenses into fine snow powder that settles silently on everything, like a gentle layer of ash.

We believe this is heaven and earth reminding us—to live is to be endlessly buried, and endlessly reborn.

Secret Realm Native

No extra items required.

Can set off with you right away.

People keep asking my age; I brush them off, because I don't know it myself. Decades, centuries—my memories underground are blurred.

I hated those endless rituals below, the sky-god worship, talk of revelations left by ancient gods before the Great Cataclysm. What use was it? Empty nonsense—far less interesting than antiquities you can see and touch.

I'm a misfit. I won't deny it.

So better to leave, do what I want.

Escape this damned underground, climb upward, touch the real sun.

Let's see what's so frightening about it.

Secret Realm Native

No extra items required.

Can set off with you right away.

After living on tree trunks so long, both feet on flat ground felt strange...Sigh... but when in Rome, nothing serious...Only, the people here dress too plainly. If you don't wear ornaments on your most conspicuous head, how will anyone notice you?...Sigh... but never mind. They must have their own logic for surviving...They actually eat meat and strange plants?! Those are rank and bitter, nothing like sweet nectar. Why choose them?

..Sigh... the people above ground are pitiful. They must never have known nectar's wonder. I should be kind—life's already so hard for them...

Secret Realm Native

No extra items required.

Can set off with you right away.

I came from the boundless desert to this strange place. The people around me look very different—no thick arms, no dark skin, they can't run fast or swing a big blade. But they're all kind, and never bully me for being different. They call me Big Guy. Sometimes they ask me to haul heavy things, sometimes deal with beasts gone mad. It's all easy for me, and whenever I do it they thank me with a smile and offer food. They're all good people. For little work, I can get a life with food and drink—so much better than my old desert tribe!

If I ever go back, I'll tell my brothers how wonderful life is out here!

Secret Realm Native

No extra items required.

Can set off with you right away.

Meesa is the goddess of Cloud Lake—at least, that's what the Linyi call her. They don't know when she came to be; the oldest clan song sings: "The lake goddess swallows dreams."It means she doesn't eat people, but their dreams, and in the dream they live out an entire lifetime.Those "taken by the lake goddess" float on the surface, breathing evenly, as if asleep. The elders say their souls remain at the bottom of the lake, in his palace of dreams, forever awake and dreaming.

No one has seen her true face.

Secret Realm Native

No extra items required.

Can set off with you right away.

They're the most ordinary folk of these troubled times, with no special skills—only labor to sell. Rushing place to place, dodging beasts and bandits, seeking somewhere to settle. Thankfully, they found a fairly large Warding Monolith and stayed, watching travelers come and go. Those with ability form teams and adventure—hunters, scholars, merchants. Find good teammates, agree on pay, and off you go. But they have no abilities. All they can do is take odd jobs for a little food. "What are we supposed to do..."

Every day was uncertainty, until someone in the tavern said: "Hey! I'm building a new base. Join us?"