The Speaking Pork Trotter

In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution.
It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion.
Steel and flesh, past and future.
In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach.
The darkness is slowly creeping in.
But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness.
Gotta use fire.

Naming Technique of the Night

Lordbluefire

No one can survive after being shot through the neck by a sniper bullet.


Qing Chen walked through the corridor, his face illuminated by the passing tritium lamps, and then he stepped back into darkness.


At that moment, he even put away his Black Sniper "Moral Persuasion," confident that there were no other living people in the corridor besides himself.


The Puppeteer on his wrist danced, and wherever Qing Chen passed, corpses and bloodstains vanished without a trace.


When Qing Chen sacrificed the last B-Class Expert's body, the Puppeteer's threads dyed red from the blood grew visibly at an alarming rate.


The second thread grew fifteen meters in a single burst.


Qing Chen contemplated, a B-Class could add fifteen meters, what about an A-Class then? Could it fully form the second thread?


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