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 color of the Barents Sea, under the heavily overcast sky, resembled an endless black abyss.


No one could know what lay deep beneath their vessel.


It could be treasures full of Gold Coins from the 16th to the 19th century, or there could be some unknown things lurking.


This is why people are afraid of the deep sea... you simply don't know what's at the bottom of the ocean.


Although the girl could only sense up to 300 meters below the sea, that was enough for the Crab Catcher industry.


Qing Chen thought that if Qing Chen got tired of the struggles of the worldly affairs one day and came here to be a captain, she might become the ruler of the Crab Catchers in the Bering Sea and the Barents Sea.


There wouldn't be anyone in ports across the world who could match her.


404, Poseidon