Equip Trait
Increases SP recovery rate by +0.25/second while above 80% HP
Equip Attribute Bonuses
| Stat | Value |
|---|---|
| max_hp | 190 |
| atk | 47 |
Talent Information
Info
Each attack will randomly trigger one of the following effects: Restores own HP by 18%, that attack deals 160% damage, Slow the enemy for 1.5 seconds, or Stun the enemy for 1.1 seconds; additionally has a 20% chance to activate all the above effects at once.
Unlock Information
| Materials |
|---|
x4
x60
x3
x100000
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| Missions |
|---|
| During battle, have Aak use Durian-Flavored Stimpack a total of 10 times (excluding Support Units) |
| Clear Main Theme 2-8 with a 3-star rating; You must deploy your own Aak, and cannot include any Sniper Operators as members |
Operator
Module Description
Rain's lifted, but night's just in time to sweep in again. This makes how many times I've slammed the door and left?Hung's some kind of insufferable dude, for real. Keeps dragging me into arguments over 'the meaning of medicine' and 'the right track' and 'having a responsibility.' Like all of that isn't just phony self-servicing junk.
The market ain't no peaceful place, but at least it ain't noise that cares about me. Besides, it's not like I'm a stranger to life here. Just reliving the good old days on the lam with the old sleazebag, am I right?
'Thief! C-Catch him!'
Man, every day they put on the same dull crap. I'll hand it to the tourist though, a guy with no strength in his right arm stealin' your bag's pretty hilarious. And hopeless.
Actually, check that out, I think the thief's a familiar face? That's the poor sucker who came to me for a detox in the middle of the night. He had his whole gang carryin' him around like a swollen eggplant hopped up on growth hormones.
Looks like I went a little too easy on him. Man, I knew letting the poison wreck his left arm more would've been a good idea.
I've said it before, medicine's not gonna stop harm at the source. If Hung thinks he's so smart...
'*sob* Grampa...'
Yo, hassle just keeps findin' me. Don't you dare look my way.
'D... Doctor? You have to save my grampa, he's my only family...
'Save how? The old man's practically counting the days. Maybe someone can lay him in a nice sandalwood coffin, give him a decent exit. Either way, that someone ain't me.
Think it was a night like this one too, just after the rain lifted. My pops was down for the count after takin' a stray bullet. He dragged me to hide in some street corner he found. Dude hoped I'd take on his mantle. Maybe relieve his pain, or... just straight up address it.
The way he went out was kinda ridiculous. Rememberin' how he loved to own the whole unlicensed doctor thing just makes it funnier.
'*sob*...'
Screw it, I gotta do somethin' to make this kid quit crying so ugly.
We'll take watermelon, lychee, and pineapple flavor, mix 'em up, squeeze out the bubbles, aaand... perfect, this med's gonna please the crowd like nothin' else.
C'mon, old timer, give your grandkid some peace of mind. Lemme jab you up nice and good.
'Huh? Grampa, are you awake? Grampa? Doctor, why is my grampa laughing so hard...? Grampa, stop laughing, you're gonna make me laugh too...'
Hey, a few side-effects comes with the territory. Also, never call me a doctor again, or I'll tell you straight to your face that even if he lasts the night, he—
Whatever, at least he can last the night.
......
'Cooking skills won't stop starvation at the source either. Are you saying that's pointless too?'
Weird. How come Hung preaching at me just flashed through my brain? Yeuch, guess I'm gettin' a little peckish, though...
Huh? The kitchen lights are still on... dude, Hung, did you not go to bed yet?
'Here, your midnight snack.
'After you're done, wash the dishes, then put them back in the cupboard. They're good habits to learn.'
The hell? Here he goes again, educating people without asking.
