ニュース 「マーベルライバルズプレーヤーは、ダメージを与えることなくグランドマスターのランクを達成します」

「マーベルライバルズプレーヤーは、ダメージを与えることなくグランドマスターのランクを達成します」

著者 : Peyton アップデート : Apr 08,2025

マーベルのライバルは人気が高まり、特に競争力のあるモードで何十万人ものプレーヤーを魅了しています。グランドマスターのランクは名誉あるマイルストーンとして立っており、このステータスを達成しているプレイヤーのわずか0.1%がプレーしています。

グランドマスターを達成することは記念碑的な挑戦ですが、あるプレイヤーは本当に並外れた何かを達成しました。このプレーヤーは、最初のシーズンにグランドマスターに到着しました。

Rocket Raccoonに特化したこのプレーヤーは、チームメイトを癒すことに完全に専念しました。これらの試合の過程で、彼らは驚くべき290万人の健康ポイントを癒し、ゼロキルカウントを維持しながら、ほぼ3,500アシストを集めました。彼らの勝利も同様に驚くべきものであり、108試合中71試合で勝利を確保し、65.74%の勝利をもたらしました。

マーベルライバルのプレーヤーは、ダメージを与えずにグランドマスターのランクに到達しました画像:reddit.com

ロケットの容赦ない癒しはチームに大きな利点をもたらしますが、この戦略は新たに発見された圧倒的な戦術ではありません。チームメイトへの計り知れない信頼を要求し、敵を倒すことと、例外的なゲームセンスとそのような偉業を実行するための最高級の機械的スキルを要求します。

この成果は驚くべきものですが、深刻な敬意も命じます!

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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" 読む