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

Again there was a ripping sound, and the middle-aged man felt pain in his leg as the blade once again passed through the septum between his 'vastus medialis' and 'vastus lateralis' muscles on his thigh.


In Zheng Yuandong's hands, this long knife was as precise as a surgical scalpel, separating two muscles that should have been attached.


The middle-aged man's arm and thigh bled profusely. As he twisted his body, he threw a punch at Zheng Yuandong.


But it seemed as though Zheng Yuandong's knife had been waiting there all along, once again cutting through the septum between the biceps and triceps of the middle-aged man.


Each stroke of the knife, like a butcher skillfully dissecting an ox, seemed intent on dismembering the middle-aged man limb by limb.


The middle-aged man now felt fear; he hadn't expected to encounter a master of such caliber in the Outer World. It wasn't a matter of class, but a gap in skill.


337. Loneliness in the Human World (Seeking Votes for the Month's Guarantee)_2