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 temperature in the Barents Sea region had already dropped to negative 14 degrees, with the sea water approaching zero degrees.


The night was exceptionally solemn, and the flowing sea water resembled tumbling mercury, heavy and oppressive.


The Arctic had dropped anchor, its hull drifting on the sea surface, its lights the only ones left, isolatingly illuminating a small area of the ocean.


It was like a lone wanderer at the end of the world.


Around it were buoys scattered like stars in the night, akin to duckweed in a river.


Someone jumped into the churning dark sea.


In such conditions, to jump naked into the icy waters was no different from committing suicide.


Zhang Jian felt a chill as if the icy water had touched his own skin; he couldn't help but shudder and turned to Yingying, yelling against the howling wind, "How could anyone be okay after jumping into the sea in this kind of weather?!"


405, Sea Monster