コミュニティは、モルタルコンバット1でピンクフロイドの戦いのロックを解除する方法を見つけました
Mortal Kombat 1プレイヤーは楽しい新しい挑戦に直面しています。ピンクの忍者であるフロイドとの秘密の戦いを解き放ち、ゲームのトレーラーに食べられたフィールドステージにアクセスできます。この最新のアップデートでは、フロイドが隠されたキャラクターとして紹介されており、専用のコミュニティはすでにコードをクラックしており、オンラインで詳細なガイドを共有しています。
この戦いのロックを解除するには、1回のセッションで37回の無作為化課題のうち10を完了する必要があります。これらの課題はさまざまで、特定のキャラクター、カメオス、または特定の条件下での戦略的損失を要求します。コミュニティが作成したスプレッドシートは、課題と役立つヒントの完全なリストを提供します。
キャッチ？必要な10の課題は毎回ランダムに選択されているため、プレイヤーが最も簡単なオプションを選択できなくなります。フロイドは時折ゲーム内に登場するために登場するヒントを提供するかもしれませんが、これはまれです。幸いなことに、ほとんどの課題は、最も簡単な難易度や、2つのコントローラーを使用したPVPマッチを介して管理可能です。
10の課題を正常に完了することで、フロイドを打ち負かすための3つの試みが与えられます。障害とは、10のランダム化された課題の新しいセットから再び開始することを意味します。 
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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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