ミストリアの畑の日の長さを変える方法
Mistria *のフィールドの主要なV0.13.0アップデートは、非常に期待される機能を紹介します：調整可能な日時の速度。これにより、毎日のタスクの完了が可能になります。 1日の長さを調整する方法は次のとおりです。
ミストリアのフィールドで日時の速度を調整する方法
3月10日v0.13.0アップデートでは、ゲームの昼間の期間を制御できます。この機能は、進捗状況に関係なく、すべてのプレイヤーがアクセスできます。
- メインメニューから保存をロードします。
- 一時停止メニューにアクセスし、 [設定]タブ（Cog Wheelアイコン）をクリックします。
- 左側のメニューからアクセシビリティを選択します。
- 日時のスピードオプションを見つけます（デフォルトは「標準」です）。
- 「長い」または「最長」を選択します。ゲームは、速度を変更するとNPCスケジュールに影響する可能性があることを警告します。
- ベッドで寝て、新しい昼間の期間を活性化します。プロセスを繰り返して、速度をもう一度変更します。
Mistria （およびStardew Valley ）のフィールドのような農業シムでは、時間管理が重要です。新しい調整可能な1日の長さは、毎日のタスクの限られた時間の制約に対する歓迎すべきソリューションを提供し、より効率的な農業と探査を可能にします。これは、鉱業などの時間のかかるアクティビティに特に役立ちます。
このガイドは、ミストリアのフィールドの日の長さを変更する方法を説明しています。すぐにお金を稼ぐためのヒントなど、 Mistriaコンテンツの他の分野をチェックしてください。
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Two Embers – Part 1
By [Your Name]
The wind howled across the shattered plains of Eldryth, carrying with it the scent of ash and forgotten prayers. Once, this land had bloomed beneath twin suns—golden and silver—cradled in the arms of the sky. Now, only two embers remained: one buried deep in the heart of the Obsidian Spire, the other flickering faintly in the chest of a girl who did not know her name.
She awoke beneath a sky split in two.
One half burned crimson, the other wept silver mist. The earth cracked like old parchment, and from the fissures rose whispers—voices not of men, nor beasts, but of memory itself. Her fingers curled around a shard of obsidian, warm to the touch, humming with a rhythm that matched her pulse.
She didn’t remember how she got here. She remembered nothing—not her mother’s lullaby, not the sound of her first breath, not even the shape of her face in the still pools of long-dead lakes.
Only the ember.
And the dream.
“When the twins fall, the world will wake,” the dream whispered. “But not as it was. Not as it should be.”
She sat up. The shard pulsed. Her reflection shimmered within it—not a face, but a storm: a woman with hair like flame and eyes like dying stars.
“You’re not real,” she said, voice cracked from disuse.
But the reflection smiled.
And spoke.
“I am you. I am what was lost. I am what was never meant to be found.”
She stumbled to her feet, wind tearing at her tattered cloak—the color of dust and midnight. Around her, ruins of a cathedral rose from the earth, its spires fused with bone and blackened iron. The name carved into its fallen arch read: Aetherion.
Her hand trembled as she touched the stone. A vision tore through her:
A war not of swords, but of light.
Two beings—twin stars forged in fire—clashing in the sky. One wore the face of a god, the other… a child.
She gasped.
And the ember screamed.
From the east, a sound like a thousand bells made of glass. A procession of shadows moved across the horizon—hooded figures with eyes of ash, marching in silence. Their chants were not in any tongue, but in absence. In silence.
She turned to flee—then stopped.
Because behind her, in the west, a new light rose.
Not silver. Not gold.
Blue.
And from it stepped a man—tall, scarred, wearing armor of woven wind and memory. In his hand, a sword without a blade. Its hilt bore the same mark as the shard in her palm.
“Eira,” he said, voice like wind over graves. “You’ve come at last.”
She stepped back. “Who are you?”
He looked at her, and for the first time, his face cracked—just slightly.
“I was your father,” he said. “And I thought I’d buried you with the world.”
The ground trembled. The sky split again.
And from the ember in her hand, a voice rose—not hers, not his.
“The first ember dies. The second awakens. The war begins.”
To Be Continued in Part 2: "The Blood of the Twin Suns"
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