ニュース ポケモンスリープは、4月まで眠そうな研究者に1.5周年記念ギフトを与えています

ポケモンスリープは、4月まで眠そうな研究者に1.5周年記念ギフトを与えています

著者 : Max アップデート : Apr 06,2025

ポケモンスリープの1.5周年を祝いましょう。景品期間中にログインするだけで、スリープポイント×1,000以上を把握できます。 1月27日までポケモンの特別な能力を活用できるスーパースキルウィークもお見逃しなく。

ポケモンの睡眠がシーンに登場してから1年半が経ちました。風変わりなコンセプトとして始まったものは、市場でその位置を確実に確立しました。プレイヤーの継続的なサポートに感謝するために、ポケモンの睡眠は記念日のグッズを展開しています。すべての研究者は、睡眠ポイント×1,000、ポケビスケット×5、友人の香×2、および便利なキャンディーS×10を受け取ります。これらの報酬は、Snorlaxや友人による睡眠研究の冒険を強化するのに最適です。

報酬を請求するには、4月8日まで続く記念日分配期間中にログインするだけです。メインメニューの右上隅にあるギフトボックスアイコンからグッズを収集できます。

ポケモン睡眠1.5周年記念式典

あなたがそれに取り組んでいる間、進行中のスーパースキルウィークを必ず利用してください。この機会を使用して、ポケモンの能力を高め、ポケモンの睡眠で光沢のあるポケモンを入手してコレクションをさらに強化する方法に関するガイド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" 読む