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

Yes, it seemed like everything was on the right track during the day, and he had gained some power as well.


The Knight's eight trials of life and death were a matter of survival each time. If he were to suddenly die now, wouldn't all his past efforts have been in vain?


But if he were to shrink back, how would he be any different from the majority of mediocre people in this world?


Perhaps many people couldn't understand the actions of Knights.


In the Federation, Knights have many followers and believers, but even more people question why Knights, when idle, seek the thrill of extreme sports as if courting death.


Qing Chen felt it was okay if they didn't understand.


If everyone understood you, how mundane would you have to be?


At midnight, a young man dressed in a gray suit sat on the balcony of a hotel room in Haicheng.


He rested one hand on an elegant black cane embellished with silver, and with the other, he played with a Gold Coin.


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