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

"Congratulations to the Arctic for finding a new crew member! Cheers!"


In the dim light of Walnut Bar, a captain lifted his whiskey, though his tone had an indescribable tease to it.


The sailors burst into laughter, "Old John is getting old. The Arctic is left with all new crew members, they might not even be able to throw the grappling hooks properly."


Zhang Jian glanced at the sailors, and said to Qing Chen in a low voice, "Let's talk somewhere else, and we can discuss your salary and the job you'll be doing."


"Sure," Qing Chen replied with a smile and a nod.


However, just as they were preparing to leave, a captain named Kreg stood up and said, "Wait a minute, this... Qing, my Alps also needs crew members. Why don't you join us? You will definitely earn more than you would on the Arctic."


The Alps was the crab fishing champion last year, and they were very strict in selecting their crew members, usually not opting for new ones.


402, Go to the sea!