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 city at midnight remained extraordinarily lively.


Some heard that the northern war had paused, as it seemed that Jindai and Deer Island suffered a setback in this war due to some key figures being replaced by "Time Travelers."


Some said these sudden replacements were the handiwork of the Li Family, others said it was a coincidence.


But no matter what, this northern war did not seem to affect the prosperity of the city.


The war out in the wilderness felt very distant to everyone.


It was a kind of misalignment, as if though war had broken out in the north, all the city saw was a slight rise in commodity prices, prompting people to rush to the malls to stock up on goods.


Nobody really cared about the outcome of the war.


The people had no sense of belonging to the Federation or the conglomerates.


Qing Hua walked on the busy streets, the crowd flowing past him as he unknowingly became encircled by seven people.


As he moved forward, so did the seven people.


382, The Hostage of a Trader