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

This time, the crows had come too early, so early that no one could guess what might happen next.


According to Li Dongze, these high-speed response mechanisms from the Contraindicated Tribunal usually appeared only when an A-Class or above master had died.


Even a B-Class wasn't worth such a large-scale mobilization of the crows.


Qing Chen sighed inwardly, as he had probably already guessed who the danger would befall this time.


Less than three days left until the return.


Everyone in the camp had packed up their tents and belongings early, the arrival of the Contraindicated Tribunal casting a shadow over everyone's hearts.


The old man planned to get into his off-road vehicle but noticed that Qing Chen was particularly solemn today.


Qing Chen thought for a moment and said, "You go ride in the Freemasonry's car, haven't you always wanted to tell stories to the female students? Today I won't stop you."


349, The Elderly's Friend