Camorra is like the destined demon snow, Mingchao 2.0 is like the cruel smile of fate


 

All the updates in the world are the prelude to reincarnation, and all the new characters are like paper lanterns lit in the dark night, illuminating not hope but temptation.

The card pool of Mingchao 2.0 version is quietly opened, without drums or horns, only in a seemingly ordinary early morning, the name of the character is coldly handed over: **Camorra**.

She doesn’t speak. She doesn’t need to speak.

Ice. Pistol. Five stars. Main C.
This is her business card and her label.
Like a god in some ancient belief, she came from the abyss, her clothes fluttering but not touched by the fireworks of the world. She is snow, frost, and the sound of fine ice needles piercing her neck. Her gun is not for justice, but for cold balance – let you click that “wish” in front of the screen unconsciously one night.

Her movements were so smooth that they seemed unreal. Every frame was like a demon in the mirror, gorgeous and cold, like a sugar-coated poison, sweet to the eyes but painful to the mind.

You thought she was a new beginning, but in fact she was a new obsession.

As she appeared, a long-lost name quietly echoed – **Jin Xi**.
Like a palace maid from the previous dynasty, she returned in new clothes.

She changed her clothes, still with the familiar outline, but with a different smell – that smell, it is hard to tell whether it is the fermentation of desire or the precipitation of memory. Her skin is waiting for you in the mall. It is not expensive, but it needs to be spent. What to spend? Time, thoughts, or more simply, money. She is a person who has been loved, missed, and then wanted to have again.

She is not cold, but she is poisonous.

In parallel, there is another gift – **Sanhua’s new clothes**.
She is not the gorgeousness you can get with money, but a reward for a trial. You must participate in activities, exhaust your energy, and use diligence to exchange for beauty. This kind of clothing is like a wedding dress embroidered in a boudoir in the old days. The harder it is to get, the more unforgettable it is.

The next person to appear is the heretic in this ceremony – **Rococo**.
She is candy mixed with arsenic, a stage play that accidentally broke into a funeral.

Her hair color is seductive and her eyes are disordered. She speaks like singing. What she carries is not a box, but a mystery. Her skills are related to Chun. Some people say that she is Chun’s shadow, a substitute, and the one who cannot be loved. But she never cares. She just smiles, uses a little monster as a companion, and gently sprinkles the power of annihilation on the battlefield, like sprinkling perfume.

She is auxiliary, marginal in position, but decides life and death at the critical moment. You think she is a supporting role, but in fact she is the hidden line of the narrative, the last taut red line. Once it is broken, everyone’s ending will be rewritten.

In this version, not only are the characters weird, but even the recharge method seems a bit ambiguous – **Treabar**, a name that sounds like a flower shop and a tavern, is actually a third-party recharge platform.

It says that it is fast, accurate, and cheap. It is not even afraid of you doubting it – the Trustpilot score is as high as 4.8/5, like a love letter handed over, full of promises and desires.

You hesitated, clicked in to take a look, and then closed it. You are not sure if you “need” it, but you know: if not now, it may be too late.

The whole update is like a masked ball with extreme layout.

Camora is the queen of the ball, Jin Xi is the concubine who can’t forget the old love, Sanhua is the one who quietly waits in the cold palace, and Luo Keke is a dazzling “demon” who walked into the wrong door. Everyone is unwilling to really turn around and leave.

And you – the player, are the one who sits in front of the screen with a wallet, a heart, and a night. You are not a spectator. You are a priest. You have to choose someone and enshrine her in your deck.

The game is just a medium. What really makes you take that shot is not rationality, but the late night, loneliness, and the unwillingness to miss it.

Mingchao 2.0 is not an update.

It is another layer of dream, an invitation from fate, which reads:
Are you willing to exchange a new obsession for temporary satisfaction?