Ju Fufu, this name seems to be a symbol extracted from fantasy. Her life seems to be cut into pieces by countless clues, but is pieced together in pieces by some invisible force. Her skill system reflects a world full of absurdity and impermanence. A person living seems to be forever involved in an unpredictable vortex of fate.
Ordinary attacks are a sigh after being hit by life countless times. There is no gorgeousness, no surprises, only mechanical repetitive movements, just like those ordinary people who struggle repeatedly in the streets and alleys. Dodge, is not a heroic light turn, but a helpless sideways dodge, avoiding the countless slaps thrown by life, avoiding the hidden arrows in family, friendship, and love.
Special skills and joint skills are like the complex interest relationship between people, with vigilance in cooperation and suspicion hidden in intimacy. Ju Fufu uses her flame to ignite the hidden resentment and pain, and also burns the softness in her heart. Fire-attributed skills are anger, anxiety, and the last bit of stubbornness in this absurd world.
Her core skills and support skills are not impeccable, but a kind of persistence in brokenness, a tenacious struggle in pain. She is not a savior, nor does she have an invincible halo. She is just an ordinary person living in an absurd reality, struggling to survive like you and me.
Behind the fiery spinning picture is her inner confusion and helplessness. The jumping of the popcorn pot seems to be mocking her efforts and hopes, bursting and dispersing, turning into dust in the air with nowhere to go. She desperately used these skills to prove her existence, but found that she was just a dust floating in the wind in the world.
Such a story has a strong sense of reality, but is also mixed with absurd dreams. It reminds us that life is an unpredictable maze, where difficulties and struggles, pain and laughter are intertwined into a performance that can never end. Everyone is an actor on the stage. No matter how glamorous the stage is, there are little-known struggles and tears off stage.
The existence of Ju Fufu may be a satire on this real world and a profound revelation of the absurdity of life. She used her broken figure to piece together an incomplete but true picture, forcing us to face the essence of life – impermanence and injustice, but we still have to grit our teeth and live.
In her, we see the most primitive desire for survival of human beings, and the tenacity of not giving up even in despair. She has no strong backing, no warm harbor, only a lonely flame swaying in the dark, struggling not to be extinguished.
Her story is also a mirror, reflecting the fear and desire deep in each of our hearts. We are all like her, moving forward with pain, dancing on the edge of reality, and resisting the mockery of fate in our own way.
Ju Fufu’s life is full of contradictions and pain, but it makes people unable to look away. Although her flame burns, it also illuminates the darkness. Although her struggle is difficult, it represents the truest power of life.
This is a narrative about absurdity and tenacity, an elegy for living on the edge of chaos. She makes us understand that being alive is a kind of victory. Even if the world is absurd and fate is unfortunate, as long as there is fire in the heart, there is room for hope.