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

March adjusted her cloak, which had been disheveled by the wind. The wind was so strong that even the crow on her shoulder was struggling to keep stable, clinging desperately to the linen fabric to prevent itself from being blown away.


"With such strong winds, and within 2600 meters, not a shot will miss. If this kind of sniper exists in this world, the Tribunal will likely be very busy," March continued.


Her implication was clear: many transcendent beings would die under sniper fire.


Upon hearing this, Li Dongze suddenly asked, "You're not thinking of containing him, are you?"


March looked at him calmly, "The Tribunal has its own principles. We only contain transcendent beings who are dying of old age, or are already dead."


"Since when was this principle established?" Li Dongze asked.


324. Snapping fingers and disappearing floor