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

Of course, the other party might not have run far; they were simply hidden from sight by the illusion.


He Jinqiu observed his surroundings carefully and noticed that the light and shadows were still subtly wavering in an unrealistic manner, different from reality, but hard to distinguish.


He knew that the middle-aged man might still be within five hundred meters of his position, moving slowly, even the sound of footsteps had vanished.


Otherwise, with his A-Class perception, he would have been able to locate the man simply by the sound of his footsteps.


"It seems there really is no way to counteract such illusions," He Jinqiu remarked resignedly.


But as soon as he finished speaking, the sound of a sniper rifle broke the sudden quiet of the night.


He Jinqiu turned his head abruptly towards the direction of the gunshot, which seemed to come from 700 meters behind him, very close!


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