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

On the 112th floor of the Utopia Building, inside the small cottage rented by Qing Chen.


Just as Pu Changhao thought, "Since I'm already here," and was planning to kill Qing Chen as well, the Shadow opened the Door of Shadow and pulled Qing Chen, who was in the midst of danger and chaos, inside.


Qing Chen curiously looked around his own cottage.


This was his first time traveling through the Door of Shadow.


One second he was at the roadside shop on Struggle Road, and the next second he had arrived at the Utopia Building. There was nothing unusual about it, just like simply walking through a small door.


I wonder how many people have fantasized about having a method to travel through space, not needing to visit bank vaults or any magical places.


Just needing to wake up every day, without driving, without riding an electric bike, without cramming onto the subway or bus, to directly reach work or school.


Or wanting to travel somewhere, just open a door and arrive there.


396, Observer