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

Yang Yang said, "I don't need to sleep either, so that frees up a spot."


He said those two words in Chinese, which is one of the few Chinese phrases he knew.


In fact, Yang Yang did need sleep, but having spent so much time in the wilderness, she wasn't picky and could stabilize her body with a force field to snooze anywhere.


Actually, if she wasn't worried about scaring Zhang Jian and the others, she might have run up into the sky to sleep. Once her force field was in place, not even rain could reach her, and she wouldn't be jostled by the motion of the ship.


A day later in the Barents Sea, the Alps's Kreg, guided by coordinates, returned to the Golden Crab Farm.


It turned out that the Arctic had chosen an excellent location this year, and even after setting 179 cages, there were still enough King Crabs left for the Alps, Tiger Whale, and Long Tail to reap a full harvest.


407, no problem.