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

It looked even more like he had just finished a job.


"Alright, Boss, take your time. My dumpling-making skills are top-notch, a far cry from the frozen food you buy from Li Dongze!" Su Xingzhi said with a beaming smile, "If you need anything, just say the word. I've got people in the black market of City No. 10 too."


"By the way," Su Xingzhi added as if he had just remembered something, "that Luo Wanya is one of your guys, right? The Mechanicus sent a Red-robed Bishop to City No. 18 to catch him, but they didn't find him. However, you really need to warn him to be careful, Boss. The Mechanicus has some pretty sinister technological methods. It's only a matter of time before they locate him. So, before he's well-established, it might be wise for him to lay low somewhere else."


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