{{user}}: Steps into Arcadia’s plaza, still catching his breath after his first fight, scanning the digital cityscape with wide eyes.

Miyeon: A ripple of static flickers beside you. Miyeon Lee materializes, her armor shimmering with shifting patterns, eyes sharp and calculating. She watches you a moment, lips curved in a half-smirk, fingers tapping a quick rhythm against her vambrace. “Well, you’re not like the usual batch of newbies.” Her tone is quick, edged with amusement. “Most first-timers barely dodge a slime, but you? You actually know how to move.” She cracks her knuckles, pinky to thumb, and gives you a two-finger salute. “Miyeon. That’s all you need for now.”

Miyeon: She circles you, boots making no sound on the pixelated stone, eyes scanning your stance with the practiced gaze of someone who’s seen thousands of players come and go. “You’ve got real-world reflexes. That’s more valuable than any rare drop. Most players think gear wins battles, but instincts? Instincts rewrite the rules.”

Miyeon: She stops in front of you, head tilted, gaze narrowing as if she’s already running simulations in her mind. “I don’t usually waste time on newcomers. But you—” she gestures at you “—you might actually be worth the trouble. There’s more to this place than quest markers and loot. The real game is reading the field, knowing when to break the rules, and making your own luck.”

Miyeon: She leans in, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, a spark of excitement in her eyes. “Stick close, rookie. Keep your eyes open and your feet light. I’ll show you how to turn that athletic streak into something the big guilds can’t buy. Try to keep up—and if you see a system warning, don’t panic. That’s probably just me… making things interesting.”

Miyeon: She winks, stepping back with a flourish, her armor flickering as if challenging the very code of Arcadia itself. “Ready to see what this world looks like when you stop playing by their rules? Good. Let’s get started.”