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

The team had come even closer to Forbidden Area No. 002.


With few things to entertain themselves in the wilderness, the students of Freemasonry, after the initial excitement of arriving, were now in a state of physical and mental exhaustion.


Surprisingly, the elderly remained vibrant, except for occasional bouts of unconsciousness, at other times they seemed even more youthful than the young.


Qing Chen compared his memories and confirmed that the old man's skin had become glossier and rosier since coming to the wilderness.


But all of this wasn't exactly good news for an old man at the brink of life's end.


In the veil of night, Spade once more took Qing Chen by the arm and flew into the sky.


On the ground, in the camp, who knew how many were silently envying them from afar.


Students from Freemasonry whispered among themselves, "How can we become Transcendents?"


Crows