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 Shadow continued, "But you must understand, although I don't sincerely want to bring him back home, it is enough that you sincerely do. So, if you choose to leave, you have to finish this matter first."


Qing Chen asked, "But why me? I'm a Time Traveler, not a real Descendant of Qing."


"You'll know the answer in time," Qing's shadow asked, "I have a question for you, do you want Qing Yi to be your shadow, right?"


Qing Chen hesitated for a moment but eventually nodded. "No one said a shadow couldn't have its own shadow. He's in the light, I'm in the dark—it's perfect."


"It is indeed good that you dare to break the rules, but have you ever considered—if Qing Yi were to find out you're also a Shadow Candidate, what would he think?" Qing's Shadow asked. "You can say you won't change, but will he not? When the time comes, personally killing a friend is not a pleasant experience."


389, Final Destination 3