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

It was deep into the night, and all the lights in the households had gone out.


Only the dim streetlights and narrow, deep paths remained.


The middle-aged man across asked, "Kunlun Zheng Yuandong? It must have been hard to find me."


Zheng Yuandong slowly walked toward the man, curiously asking, "I've investigated you, a month ago you were just a maintenance worker from the Outer World, and a month later you began to serve the Jindai loyally—so, are you still yourself?"


The middle-aged man smiled, "Does it matter who I am?"


337. The Loneliness of the Mortal World (Seeking Guaranteed Monthly Votes)