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

In the woods, Giant DongDong cautiously lifted his hand to support the canopy above his head.


Because he was so tall, supporting the canopy felt like he was bending down to hold up a curtain...


Qing Chen smiled, not knowing why but every time he saw this adorable giant, he felt an undeniable joy from deep within.


"How have you been lately?" Qing Chen sized up DongDong, who was wearing only vine-made "shorts" despite the cold season, seemingly unaffected by the chill.


He wanted to pat the giant, but realized he could only reach up to his waist.


In front of the over four-meter-tall giant, Qing Chen felt like a little kid.


The honest-looking DongDong turned to Qing Chen and grinned, saying, "Ding Dong!"


(I've been good lately. A couple days ago, I helped the big firebird deep in the territory build a nest since it's getting a bit grumpy, it's going to have babies. But I'm not scared, it never pecks me. How about you?)


354. There are always one or two winds in the world that fulfill my 108,000 dreams.