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

"Observer?" Qing Chen puzzled, "Is that an organization?"


"That's right, it's a very loose organization. Their mission is to record all the big and small events that occur in the Federation and then compile them into a database on a physically isolated network," Shadow explained.


"Then why is he still the most expensive assassin?" Qing Chen did not understand.


"I don't know either. Maybe being an Observer doesn't pay the bills. You still have to make a living, don't you?" Shadow said with a smile, "The predecessor of the Observer organization was actually a journalist organization, part of Hope Media, dedicated to documenting historical truth. Later, a small group felt that being investigative journalists was too dangerous for ordinary people, so the Observers also needed to master the use of force to have a fighting chance against the forces of darkness. Eventually, the Observers split off from Hope Media. They remain in contact but are distinct from each other."


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