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 Golden Family Members rode the elevator upstairs and watched Luo Wanya punch in the password.


As the door opened, they were greeted by a cozy, everyday setting—a large cake sat on the dining table with a letter that read: Welcome, family, to City Number Ten.


One of the Golden Family Members dipped a finger into the cake's cream: "This is animal cream! The Parents' Meeting must have gone to quite the expense!"


Animal cream isn't greasy; vegetable cream can be cloying. In the Outer World during the 1980s and 1990s, almost all the cream used on cakes was vegetable cream, which got sickening after just two slices.


In the Inner World, however, even eating vegetable cream was a luxury, let alone animal cream.


Luo Wanya looked around the room, excitedly lifted a piece of cake, and exclaimed: "Thank you, Parents!"


The Golden Family Members grew excited: "Thank you, Parents!"


At midnight, Luo Wanya came alone to District Five.


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