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

Several cars slowly parked by the roadside outside the Microcosm Community.


One person got out of one of the cars, casually surveyed the surroundings, then lifted his hand and tossed out a black button.


The black button somersaulted in the air and tightly adhered to a surveillance camera.


Inside the car, a young man in combat gear, with a metallic luster flickering on the external part of his brain, pulled out a data cable from the mechanical limbs at his temples and connected it to the laptop in front of him.


The young man closed his eyes, and the computer screen showed streams of data flickering faster than any fingers could type on a keyboard.


Nan Gengchen had once wanted to become a hacker, but later he gave up.


Because he discovered a very serious matter, nowadays hackers in the Inner World were using their brains as processors.


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