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

April and May, draped in black cloaks, stood on the street.


April, frustrated, was on the phone with March, "Boss, why don't you send some more people over? We've been working overtime way too often lately. We were just eating hotpot when suddenly, this high-level battle broke out, and we didn't even finish our meal..."


March asked, "Which hotpot restaurant was it?"


April recalled, "The Fuweiju on Lindong Road in the Fourth Area."


March said, "That place isn't tasty. Next time go to the Monster Hotpot Restaurant across the street; they don't reuse old pot bases, and they're more generous with the spices."


Nowadays, condiments in the Federation are very expensive, and most businesses are reluctant to use too much. One pound of synthetic protein costs four dollars, but a pound of scallions, ginger, or garlic might cost several dozen dollars.


397. Amulet