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

Luo Wanya thought to himself, if he had just a few more days, might he have succeeded?


The guards, one by one, began to calmly check their weapons, filling the room with the crisp yet cold sound of gun chambers being pulled back.


One of them said coldly, "The game is over; you almost had us fooled. Now everyone put your hands behind your back and follow us downstairs. Remember, this time our mission from the organization is to raise funds for Outer World operations. Once you're back in the Outer World, deliver all your money to the specified location, or death is the only thing waiting for you."


The guards stopped pretending to be family members. They were no longer hypocritically talking about 'donations' to the organization. They had abandoned their brainwashing plan and started making direct physical threats with their inherently savage nature.


When they realized they were almost brainwashed themselves, they were furious.


320, Reverse Brainwashing_3