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

No matter how you look at it, Qing Chen didn't quite seem like a Time Traveler.


A normal Time Traveler would never, after having been through a battle, remain cheerful and talkative as if everything that had just happened was merely an ordinary rain that had passed in the mortal world, nothing out of the ordinary.


"So, everything you said before was a lie, right?" Tuan Zi asked quietly, "Being abandoned by your teammates, going to City Number 10 for remedial classes, all lies."


Qing Chen replied with a smile, "You guys didn't tell the truth either, like not mentioning your identity as Time Travelers, so I guess we're even."


Tuan Zi paused for a moment before responding, "Alright then."


Full of curiosity, Qing Chen asked, "Are you trading falcons with the Wilderness Hunters to sell to some bigshot in City Number 10?"


366, Identity recognition