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

But the old man's reply was, "A conglomerate is placing all its hopes on cryopreserved sperm and eggs. What happens to the conglomerate if one day the storage of these sperm and eggs is invaded, destroyed, or even tampered with? I could indeed build a medical center specialized for cryopreserving sperm and eggs within the Midhill Villa and assign a master to guard it, but the question is, can this master be truly trusted?"


The old man added, "This is like putting all eggs in one basket, making it an easy target for others. Even if it's spread into five locations, it is just like placing them in five baskets; there isn't much difference. Instead of taking such high risks, it would be better to prevent them from causing trouble in the Outer World."


Now that I think about it, the incidents in the top two trending searches were probably orchestrated by the old man himself.


338. Person knocking on the door at midnight_3