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

Only a little more than a day remained until the return.


Qing Chen got up early, took a bath, and changed into clean clothes before heading to the "Microscopic World" neighborhood, planning to return to Autumn Leaf Courtyard through the secret passage.


On the way, he sat quietly in the hover car, tending to his injuries. He couldn't move without experiencing pain all over his body.


The gap between D-Class and B-Class could only be fully realized through combat.


If Qing's shadow hadn't made a move, Qing Chen would probably be dead by now.


But Yi did, "Do you remember, we completed a transaction last night?"


He let the hover car drive automatically after boarding and kept silent because he was afraid of arousing Yi's interest in chatting and then steering the conversation to that transaction.


326, The Crazy Taboo Land_3