Vivi opened her eyes to the Burial Room of the Ashen Hierophant.
薇薇睁开了眼睛，映入眼帘的是灰烬教皇的埋葬室。

Having run the final boss fight of Seven Cataclysms at least a thousand times, she instantly recognized the scenery surrounding her. She groggily pushed herself up against the armrest of the massive obsidian throne, blinking around at the yawning spires enclosing the arena. Lava bubbled a dozen feet away, heat licking at her face, the sensation strangely vivid.
她已经通关《七灾变》的最终 Boss 战至少一千次，几乎立刻就认出了周围的场景。她昏沉沉地撑在巨大的黑曜石王座的扶手上坐起身，眨着眼望向环绕竞技场的深邃尖塔。十步之外的岩浆翻涌，热浪舔舐着她的脸颊，感觉异常真实。

“What?” she mumbled, head foggy. “Where…how…?”
“什么？”她低声嘟囔，脑袋昏沉。“这是哪……怎么……？”

Hazily, she looked down at herself. She was dressed in a hooded black robe covering her from neck to ankles, a thick, luxurious garment gilded with swirling purple designs. It was a familiar piece of gear. As the best-in-slot robes for mages, she wore them around constantly. But they'd never felt so real. Uncomprehending, she tugged at the fabric, and it shifted across her skin.
她迷迷糊糊地低头审视自身。乌黑兜帽长袍从颈到踝裹得严实，厚重奢华，紫色涡纹随行环绕。这是她无时不穿的“毕业装”——法师顶级法袍，只是从未如此真实过。惶惑间，她扯了扯布料，肌肤上传来清晰的摩挲。

The natural conclusion was that she’d fallen asleep still logged into the massively popular VRMMO The Seven Cataclysms. But there was one problem with that. Technology was improving fast, but even the most advanced games couldn’t imitate real life. Not to this degree.
最合理的解释是，她登录爆火 VRMMO《七大灾变》后竟在游戏中睡着了。但问题在于：技术再先进，也无法把虚拟世界还原到如此逼真——远不能。

The sound of bubbling lava, the sweltering heat, the feel of this robe brushing against her skin—those subtleties couldn’t be imitated.
岩浆咕噜冒泡的声音、令人窒息的热浪、长袍轻拂肌肤的真实触感——这些细节绝不可能模拟出来。

“What in the world?”
“这到底怎么回事？”

Unsteadily rising to her feet, Vivi swept her gaze around the Ashen Hierophant’s arena, her brain working into overdrive.
薇薇不稳地撑着地面站起，环顾灰烬圣法王竞技场，大脑疯狂运转。

“[Status],” she said.  “【查看状态】，”她说。

A screen appeared in front of her.
一道光屏在她面前浮现。

***

Vivisari Vexaria  维维萨里·维克萨莉娅

<Usurper of the Ashen Throne>
<篡位的灰烬王座>

(Vanguard)  （先锋）

Level 2109 Demon [Archmage]
2109 级的恶魔【大魔导师】

STR: 162,196

AGI: 102,342

CON: 1,188,232

MAG: 24,923,239

WIS: 7,693,326

***

For a long while, she stared at the status screen, numbly trying to comprehend what had happened.
她怔怔地盯着状态窗口看了许久，试图冷漠地理解眼前发生的一切。

“Might have gone crazy, I suppose,” she said. Her voice sounded weird to her own ears—like it wasn’t her own.
“大概是疯了。”她喃喃地说。声音传到自己耳朵时，竟陌生得不像自己的。

Because it wasn't her own.
因为它确实不是她的声音。

She looked down at her pale white hands. The creases were in the wrong spots. That might seem like something a person wouldn't notice easily, but she did so instantly. She traced one of the lines, then closed that hand into a fist. She shivered. Her hand quested up to touch her cheeks next, and she marveled at how realistic the sensation was.
她低头看向自己苍白的手。手心的纹理位置不对劲。这应该是不易察觉的细节，可她却一下子就看出来。她用指尖追着一条掌纹，随后把那只手握成拳，轻轻颤抖。她的手又抬起去探自己的脸颊，惊讶于那真实得吓人的触感。

She was definitely here, in the flesh. There was no denying that. And it was no dream; she would have woken from shock alone.
她确确实实就在这里，血肉之躯，否认不了。而且绝对不是做梦；光是一开始的惊吓就足以把她叫醒。

On top of that, she wasn't even in her own body, but that of her character, Vivisari Vexaria.
而且，她现在根本不在自己的身体里，而是在她游戏人物的躯体——维维莎莉·维萨拉雅。

As for the name…look. She’d made the character when she was fifteen. Sure, she could have changed it, but she’d grown attached to the slightly edgy imaginations of her younger self. And honestly, she’d only sort of outgrown that love for flair. Enough so that she recognized, fine, it was dramatic, but she secretly kept liking it anyway.
至于名字……呃，她是十五岁时捏的这个角色。的确，她早就可以改掉，但她对自己年少时对中二的幻想已经产生了感情。说实话，她其实只是「稍微」长出了这种爱炫耀的癖好，能承认罢了——名字很戏剧化，可她私底下还是喜欢。

“But how?” Vivi asked, head spinning.
“可是怎么做到的？”维薇只觉得天旋地转。

Yesterday had been a repeat of her not-very-admirable lifestyle: grind all day, go to bed with bags under her eyes. Nothing explained her transmigration. Certainly she hadn’t thrown herself in front of a bus to save a clueless child, then after being splattered across the road, been granted an audience with a sympathetic goddess with an offer to reincarnate into a world of her choice.
昨天不过是她那份称不上体面生活的又一次重复：整日埋头刷级，睡觉时顶着黑眼圈。完全没理由会穿越。显然，她并没有为了救一个懵懂小孩而扑到公交车前，被碾过后鲜血四溅，然后得到一位仁慈女神的接见，还在她可任选的世界里重新投胎。

She giggled at the idea, the noise tinted with panic more than amusement, and she cut herself off and took a calming breath.
想到这儿她小声笑了出来，笑声里更多是慌乱而非愉悦，她连忙刹住，做了次深呼吸安抚情绪。

Well, anyway.  好吧，不管怎么说。

She needed to focus on reality. No amount of pinching herself was helping. It was only reminding her how real the tactile feedback was.
她得把注意力拉回现实。再怎么掐自己都没用，只会一次次提醒她，这里的触觉反馈有多么真实。

It made no sense whatsoever, but she was here, in the Burial Room of the Ashen Hierophant.
这一切毫无道理，可她确实站在这里——灰烬圣者的墓室里。

Almost because of how strange it was, she focused on the practical. On what she could actually do, as a way to distract herself.
正因为这太离奇了，她把注意力实际的事情上。把手头真正能做的事当作排解情绪的出口。

“[Inventory],” she commanded.
“[库存]。”她下指令。

She scanned the grid-like display, flipping through pages to confirm. The scant few items—a set of potions and some miscellaneous consumables—jogged her memory as to what she’d been doing when she had last logged off.
她扫视着格子状的界面，翻页确认。仅有的几件物品——一组药剂和一些杂项消耗品——让她记起了自己上次下线前正在做的事情。

Seven Cataclysms was a skill-based game, with almost all attacks being dodgeable or counterable, so technically, it was possible to clear even late-game raids solo. Even the final raid. And she’d done just that: cleared The Burial Room of the Ashen Hierophant on mythical difficulty. She had earned the unique title Usurper of the Ashen Throne for it.
《七灾》是一款以技术为核心的游戏，几乎所有攻击都可以闪避或反制，因此理论上即便后期团本也能单人通关，就连终极团本也不例外。而她确实做到了：在神话难度下独自通关“灰烬高阶教士的埋骨室”，并因此获得了独特称号——灰烬王座的篡位者。

Point being: in Seven Cataclysms, unsecured items and gold were dropped on death, so she’d been doing those challenge runs with a set of minimal supplies. She had barely anything.
关键就在这里：在《七灾》中，未绑定的物品和金币会在死亡时掉落，所以她进行那些挑战时，只用最基本的补给品启程，几乎可以说身无分文。

Her best gear was equipped at least, since that wasn’t dropped on death.
不过她的顶级装备都是已穿戴状态，因为死亡时不会掉落装备。

“[Guild],” she voiced next.
“[公会]。”她接着开口。

Unlike when she’d tried to open her inventory, the voice command didn’t yield a status screen. Brow furrowing, she tried again.
不同于先前尝试打开背包时的情形，这次语音指令并没有弹出任何状态窗口。她眉头紧蹙，再次尝试。

“[Guild]. [Guild Status]. [Guild Management].”
“[公会]。[公会状态]。[公会管理]。”

None worked.  全都没反应。

Hm.  嗯……

So, the game functions weren’t one-to-one. Whatever had happened, she couldn’t rely on this world to act identically to the game she knew.
看来，游戏功能并非一一对应。无论发生了什么，她都不能指望这个世界与曾经熟悉的游戏完全一样。

“[Skills]?”  “[技能]？”

A screen cram-packed with abilities appeared. Nothing looked out of place, but it would take a while to confirm.
屏幕上挤满了密密麻麻的技能列表。一切看起来都很正常，但要全部确认清楚还得花点时间。

“[Quests].”  “[任务]。”

No response.  没有任何回应。

“[Map].”  “[地图]。”

Nothing.  依然毫无反应。

“[Crafting].”  “[制作]。”

That was interesting. But she would deal with that later.
这个倒是有点意思，但她准备稍后再处理。

“[Friends].”  “[好友]。”

Once more, no result.
依旧没有任何反馈。

“[Settings].”  “[设置]”。

To be fair, she hadn’t expected that one to work.
老实说，她一开始就没指望那个指令能奏效。

“[Log Out]. [Quit]. [Force Quit]. [Request Moderator]. [Report]?”
“[退出游戏]。[放弃]。[强制关闭]。[呼叫管理员]。[举报]？”

Nor any of those.
其他指令也一样都不行。

She rattled off a few more commands to little avail. It seemed there were a few screens she could use, but most of the meta-functionality of the game had been removed.
她又连珠炮似地下达了几条指令，仍旧毫无收获。倒是还能调出少数几个界面，不过游戏的大部分元功能都被移除了。

She mulled over what to do.
她仔细思索下一步该怎么办。

There was one immediate factor that would determine her next steps.
有一件事立刻就能左右她的决定。

Could she die?  她会死吗？

Rather, could she respawn? There were no resurrection spells in Seven Cataclysms. When a player died, they were reborn in the nearest temple, all unsecured items and gold dropping on their death point.
更确切地说，她能复活吗？《七灾》里没有复活类法术，玩家一旦死亡，就会在最近的圣殿重生，身上未绑定的物品和金币则会掉落在死亡地点。

Did real life work that way?
那在“现实”里也是这么运作的吗？

“Not that this is real life,” she muttered.
“可这里根本算不上什么现实……”她低声嘀咕。

Though it was. Her head hurt thinking about it.
虽然事实如此。光是想想，她的头就隐隐作痛。

If she could die, she needed to be cautious. A visit to a temple would give an answer, so that was her first goal.
如果死，就必须更加谨慎。去一趟神殿便能有答案，于是那成了她的首要目标。

To the nearest city then?
那就前往最近的城市好了？

Scanning her ability list, she found the skill she was looking for: [Greater Warp]. Before she teleported out, she hesitated.
她扫了一眼技能列表，找到了目标技能：[巨型瞬移]。然而在传送之前，她犹豫了。

There was one more thing she needed to check.
还有一件事必须确认。

Looking around, her eyes landed on the obsidian throne. Walking behind to gain access to a large, smooth section of glassy black material, she rubbed her sleeve around to polish herself a mirror.
她环顾四周，目光落在那尊黑曜石王座上。她绕到王座后方，来到一块平整光滑、漆黑如镜的表面，伸出袖子来回擦拭，把自己当成磨光布，硬生生擦出一面镜子。

Her in-game avatar stared back.
镜中映现的是她游戏角色的脸。

“Oh, no,” Vivi said with dawning horror.
“天啊，”薇薇惊恐地低声喃喃。

Her flair for the dramatic extended beyond how she named her characters.
她对戏剧效果的执着，远不止于给角色取名时的夸张。

“Why?” she groaned.  “为什么？”她哀嚎。

She had long curling demon horns, which she tugged on with amazement. A pale face with a neutral expression and bored red eyes. Long white hair that cascaded down to her mid-back.
她有着一对细长弯卷的恶魔犄角，此刻正惊奇地拽着它们。苍白脸庞表情淡漠，血红色双眼透出无聊。雪白长发一直垂到后背中段。

All of that was fine. It was in the realm of normalcy for a fantasy-world character.
这些倒没什么，算是奇幻世界里“正常”角色的配置。

But one particular aesthetic choice made her wince. She traced a finger down her cheek, mortification growing at the two blood-red tattoos starting at her eyes and descending, imitating tear stains.
可有一个美学设计让她嘴角直抽。她用指尖抚过脸颊，羞耻感油然而生——两道从眼角延伸而下的血红纹身，像泪痕般滴落脸颊。

She sighed.  她叹了口气。

Maybe she had enjoyed the aesthetic when it was an avatar in a game—and secretly did even now—but now that she was living in this body, she looked at her reflection and decided, no, definitely not. She would not be walking around in public with red tear trails going down her cheeks.
也许在当游戏头像时，她还特别喜欢这种酷炫外观——实际上现在心里也有点——但如今住进活生生的身体里，望着镜子里的人影，她的结论是：不行，绝对拒绝。她绝不会顶着两条红色泪痕大摇大摆上街。

There wasn’t much evidence supporting the claim, but she did have some sense of shame.
虽说没什么实质证据，可她还是有点羞耻心的。

Unfortunately, scrubbing furiously at the marks didn’t help.
可惜拼命搓揉那两处印记却毫无作用。

“At least I have magic, I guess? [Illusion] should be able to fix it?”
“至少，我还会魔法吧？用【幻术】应该能搞定？”

As a band-aid solution, anyway.
姑且当个暂时办法好了。

Getting rid of the distinguishing trait was probably smart from a tactical perspective, regardless. She wanted to gather information about the world and remain incognito. As the game’s highest-ranked player, and someone who had been—what, reincarnated?—straight into the game’s world, she suspected the name ‘Vivisari Vexaria’ would draw attention. And there probably weren’t many demons walking around with blood-trail eye tattoos.
不管怎样，从战术角度来看，抹掉那个显眼特征也许是明智的选择。她想先收集一些关于这个世界的信息，同时保持隐秘。作为游戏中等级最高的玩家，又被——怎么说，转生？——直接送进了游戏世界，她怀疑“维维萨里·维克萨莉亚”这个名字会惹来关注。何况，这世上大概也没几个恶魔会带着血痕眼纹四处招摇。

So, some quick magic to clean up the mistakes of her former self, then off to civilization.
所以，施个小法术把前身留下的痕迹清理干净，然后直奔文明世界。

“Magic,” she said, musing over the word.
“魔法。”她对着这个词轻声呢喃。

Magic was cool. She had always thought that. She picked some variant of a mage class in every game she played. If a game didn’t have a mage class, that usually meant she wasn’t playing it.
魔法真的很酷。她一直这么认为。无论玩什么游戏，她都会选法师或其变种职业。要是游戏里没有法师，她八成不会碰它。

One of the reasons she’d fallen in love with Seven Cataclysms was the excellent design behind abilities and especially spells. There were a seemingly endless number, and each had been so fun to use. The visual design of the game was unparalleled for its time, and the tactile and other sensory feedback, while primitive, was good enough that certain spells and fights could get her heart racing even after tens of thousands of hours of gameplay.
她爱上《七灾》的原因之一，就是其技能——尤其是法术——的出色设计。种类看似无穷无尽，每一个都玩得尽兴。在当时的游戏中，其视觉效果首屈一指，触觉与其他感官反馈虽显原始，却也足以令某些法术和战斗，在她玩了数万小时之后，仍能让她心跳加速。

Magic in real life—for a twisted meaning of that phrase, ‘real life’—was even cooler. And it didn’t work at all like how it did in Seven Cataclysms.
“现实”生活中的魔法——如果能把这扭曲的“现实”称为生活的话——甚至更酷。但它完全不像《七灾》里那样运作。

She would only realize she should be disturbed after the fact, but her brain knew what to do despite having definitely never cast a spell before. Mentally reaching inward to a glowing ball of energy sitting somewhere high in her stomach, she funneled mana through the many channels running through her body and extruded that white-hot resource into the air.
她本该意识到这事该令人不安，可那时才后知后觉。尽管从未施过法，她的大脑却知道该怎么做：在精神上向内探去，摸到悬在高处的腹部中那颗光球，沿着遍布体内的无数通道导引魔力，将这灼热的白色能量挤出体外，涌入空中。

And then things really got weird. Through instincts she shouldn’t have, she molded the mana with her mind, shaped it, twisted it into proper form, folding long strands of molten energy into swirling shapes and patterns that began to take on their own meaning. Until eventually, somehow, she had finished.
然后事情变得更加离奇。凭借本不该有的本能，她用意念塑起魔力，塑形、扭曲成恰当形态，将熔流般的长能量线折成盘旋的图案与纹路，渐渐生出属于它们自己的意义。直到最后，莫名的，她已经完成了。

“[Illusion],” she incanted.
“【幻术】。”她吟唱道。

The air in front of her shimmered, and she was done. She peeked into the glassy mirror of the obsidian throne and confirmed she no longer had red trails running down her eyes—and also, the recognizable design of the Vestments of the Voidwalker had lost its purple designs to appear instead as plain black robes. Those too, after all, might draw attention, and it wasn’t like she had a change of clothing on hand.
她面前的空气中一阵闪烁，施法完成。她凑近黑曜石王座那光滑如镜的表面，确认自己眼角的猩红纹路已经消失——那标志性的“虚空行者法衣也不再呈现紫色纹饰，而是化为了朴素的黑袍。毕竟那些图案太扎眼，而她手头根本没有换洗衣物。

But more importantly.  但更重要的是——

“What was that?”  “刚才那是什么？”

Nothing had felt unusual about the process of channeling and shaping mana. It had felt as natural as breathing, something she’d done a million times before. And it had definitely been her first time casting magic.
引导与塑形魔力的过程毫无异样，自然得就像呼吸，仿佛她已经重复过无数次。可这就怪了，明明这是她这辈子第一次施展魔法。

Where had that familiarity come from? It wasn’t like a VRMMO like Seven Cataclysms could hook so thoroughly into a person’s brain. While she loved how diverse the spells were, actual spellcasting was as simple as invoking the appropriate vocal commands or using an assigned series of gestures.
那股熟稔感从何而来？像《终焉七灾》这种 VRMMO，根本不可能深度对接一个人大脑到这程度。虽然她一直喜欢游戏里法术的多样性，但真正施法时不过是对着麦克念出指令/或用预设手势罢了。

So she hadn’t just been given a new body. But also a new mind? Or rather extra stuff had been packed in. Stuff appropriate to the character, Vivisari Vexaria.
原来不仅仅身体是新的。连思维也是新的？准确说——是额外塞进了一堆东西。一堆与角色“维维莎莉·维克萨莉亚”相符的东西。

That was…weird? But kinda cool? She had extremely mixed feelings. A person's mind was what made them them.
这感觉……奇怪？但又有点酷？她的心情极其复杂。人的心灵才是自我的核心。

That said, she felt like the same person. She was certain nothing else about her had changed. She'd just picked up a few tricks. Still, it was bizarre enough to unnerve her.
话虽这么说，她仍然觉得自己是同一个人。她确信其他任何东西都没有改变。只是多学了几个小把戏罢了。可这件事还是诡异得让她有些不安。

As weird and slightly terrifying as it was suddenly having the instincts of an experienced spellcaster lurking in her brain, though, she had just used magic. In a far realer way than any game ever could imitate. That made up for almost anything.
虽然脑子里突然多出一个资深施法者的全部直觉，既怪异又让她隐隐害怕，但她刚才真的施法了——那种真实感，任何游戏都无法复制——仅此一点就足以抵消几乎所有不适。

Forcing herself to move past the experience—in the same way she was ignoring the whole, somehow-in-a-different-world thing—she began to layer protective spells into herself.
她强迫自己把注意力从这个经历上移开——就像她正无视“突然来到另一个世界”这件事一样——开始把一道道防护法术叠加到自己身上。

“[Adamantine Aegis].”  “【钢铁神盾】。”

“[Shell of the Fallen].”
“【陨落者之壳】。”

“[Mind Fortress].”  “【心灵壁垒】。”

“[Vortex of Negation].”  “【否定漩涡】。”

And so on and so on. That process she went through whenever preparing for a serious fight. Each spell was fascinating to cast, requiring a different shaping of mana to create the desired effect.
如此反复。每当准备一场真正的战斗，她都会经历这样的流程。每个法术的施放都令人着迷，需要将魔力塑造成不同的形式，以创造出预期的效果。

She added two more effects to the list, just in case.
她又往列表里补充了两个效果，以备不时之需。

“[Invisibility].”  “<span translate="no">[隐形]</span>。”

“[Conceal Presence].”  “<span translate="no">[隐匿气息]</span>。”

By the time she was done, she’d gotten a good taste for what casting real magic was like, and there was a satisfied buzzing in her skull. Yes, she was very much going to enjoy messing around with what she could do. But later. She had more important goals.
等她完成时，已经对真正施放魔法的滋味有了深切的体会，颅骨里回荡着满足的嗡鸣。是的，她无疑会非常享受把自己的能力折腾个遍。但那是以后的事，她还有更重要的目标。

Ready for whatever she might find in the capital, she began casting her final spell. [Greater Warp]. But halfway through shaping the mana, she crashed into a brick wall with a sudden realization.
做好了可能在王都会遇到一切的心理准备，她开始吟唱最终咒语：<span translate="no">[高等传送]</span>。然而当魔法塑形进行到一半时，她突然意识到了什么，一头撞上了想象中的一堵砖墙。

She couldn’t complete the spell, because she had no target. There were no [Warp Anchors]. Her items and levels had carried over, but her warp points had been wiped clean.
她无法完成这道法术，因为她没有目标。没有任何<span translate="no">[传送锚点]</span>。她的装备和等级被保留了下来，可传送点却被清空得一干二净。

She pulled the mana back into herself, grimacing. It wasn’t a pleasant experience. But releasing that much half-shaped mana into the air would result in something catastrophic, with the mana taking a life of its own and choosing what it wanted to be. Which never ended well. Magic, given a choice, preferred chaos. Another aspect of spellcasting she just knew somehow.
她龇牙咧嘴地将魔力回收到体内，这滋味并不好受。但若把这一半塑形的巨量魔力释放在空气里，会引发灾难性的后果——魔力会自行活化，依据自己的意愿塑造自身。那从来都不会有好下场。一旦被赋予选择权，魔法更偏爱混沌。这一施法特性，她不知怎么就是知道。

“Huh.”  “哈。”

So [Greater Warp] was out. The next best option was Fast Traveling, but she wasn’t able to access the map.
于是<span translate="no">[高等传送]</span>行不通了。次优方案是快速旅行，可她连地图界面都打不开。

“Am I going to have to walk?” she asked incredulously.
“难道我要自己走吗？”她难以置信地问。

Well, no. She had spells to speed up travel, flight and acceleration to name the obviously useful ones, but the world of Seven Cataclysms was huge. Even with those, it would take a while to move any great distance.
哦，当然不是。她有能够加快移动的法术，飞行、提速之类的明显好用的咒语应有尽有，可《七灾》的世界辽阔无比。即便有这些手段，跨越长距离仍要花不少时间。

“There’s still [Gate To Nearest City],” she mumbled. “That’ll get me to Prismarche, but Meridian is thousands of miles south.”
“还有个[最近城市之门]，”她轻声嘀咕道。“那能让我到普里司马什，可子午城却在南边几千英里之外。”

Not that she had any idea how space would translate. Clearly, she couldn’t trust everything in this world being one-to-one. But the final Cataclysm had been as far north on the continent as possible, and Meridian, the capital city of the human kingdoms, was roughly two-thirds down.
她并不清楚“空间”会怎么转换。显然，她无法将这世界的一切都与原来世界一一对应。不过，末日灾变发生在大陆极北之处，而人类诸王国的首都梅里迪安位于往南约三分之二的位置。

“Can I really not warp?”
“我真的不能传送吗？”

Getting to Meridian was important for a few reasons: that was where both the Guildhall and her personal house were located, and thus a majority of her items…assuming those hadn’t been wiped clean too, which she hoped wasn’t the case. When she looked at her status, she was still in the Vanguard guild, so that at a minimum hadn’t disappeared. Even if she couldn’t access the Guild tab.
前往梅瑞迪安很重要，原因有几个：那里既是公会大厅的所在地，也是她的私人住宅所在，因此她的大部分物品也都在那里……但愿这些东西没有被一并抹去，她希望情况不至于如此。查看自己的状态时，仍然显示自己属于先锋公会，至少这一点尚未消失，尽管她无法使用公会标签页。

Unfortunately, she couldn’t think of a way to instantly transport herself there if [Greater Warp] had no [Warp Anchors] to link to. Just like in the game, she’d have to get there manually and set one. That meant tons of hours on a Greateagle, probably, or flying herself.
可惜，如果[高等传送]没有[传送锚]可锁定，她便无法瞬间抵达那里。就像游戏里一样，她只能手动前往并布置一个。这意味着要花大把时间骑乘巨型鹰，或者自己飞行过去。

That didn’t actually sound so bad. Flying through the sky and watching the world of Seven Cataclysms pass underneath her? She was marveling at simply existing right now. The arena of the Burial Chamber was breathtaking, the huge black stone spires engulfing her like the open maw of a giant beast, lava surrounding her on all sides.
仔细想想，其实也没那么糟。在天空中翱翔，俯瞰浩劫七界的广阔大地，这种体验让她心驰神往。葬尸竞技场的场域本身就已令人叹为观止，巨大的黑色尖塔仿佛巨兽张开的獠牙，将她吞没；岩浆四处环绕，展现出原始而窒息的威严。

There was a whole world like this to explore. What would the Sky-Pillar Range look like? The Ossuary Isles? The Gloamwoods? And a thousand other places that had been stunning even in the digital world, much less this higher fidelity one. What would the people be like?
整个世界尚有如斯奇景等待她去探索。擎天柱山脉会是怎样的壮阔？遗骨诸岛又暗藏着什么秘密？暮色幽林又会延伸出怎样的黑暗神秘？还有千百处曾在数字世界便已惊艳彼此的地理位置，如今在高保真度的现实里，只会更显震撼。那么，居住其间的人又将如何？

So, while inconvenienced, she didn’t find herself too upset.
因此，尽管略有不便，她并未因此而过分懊恼。

Logically speaking, it was better to visit a smaller city first, anyway.
从逻辑上讲，先去一座规模较小的城市反而更为妥当。

“Off to Prismarche, then.” She dropped a [Warp Anchor], took a breath, then activated a skill. “[Gate To Nearest City].”
“那就前往棱镜城吧。”她放下【瞬移锚点】，深吸一口气，激活技能。“【最近城市之门】。”