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

"They had mentioned something about leaving City No. 18 to lay low before, but I didn't expect them to depart so soon," Qing Chen said, frowning.


Moreover, the dozens of vehicles at the immigration checkpoint must belong to the Freemasonry.


As the group of students waited for clearance, many of them got out of their cars and chatted with relaxed expressions, as if they were going on an excursion.


Qing Chen thought that this wasn't really a problem, in fact. If the convoy had experts to ensure their safety, as long as they didn't venture into area No. 002, the Taboo Land, there indeed wouldn't be much danger in theory.


The students from Luo Yi High School were the elite of Los Angeles City, the brightest minds of the bunch.


When these people came together, they wouldn't make such novice mistakes; they were sure to be well-prepared.


The Joy of Watching Opera