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

Everyone feels a sense of relaxation when they step into their own space.


Because nobody is watching you, nobody is scrutinizing your actions and posture.


He stood by the door and closed his eyes, quietly listening to every sound from the outside world.


No sound of doors opening, no sound of doors closing.


The room was 89 square meters, which, for the crowded Cyberpunk City, could already be considered a 'luxury apartment' in District Five, where most families of three still live in 15-square-meter 'pigeonholes'.


Qing Chen didn't check out his new home immediately. Instead, he opened the door again and stepped outside.


No one was there in the quiet and dimly lit corridor. He took off his shoes and, using the technique Mother Ye had taught him, approached the safety passage swiftly and silently.


369, new subordinates, new neighbors