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

"It is anticipated that in three days, the Greenland waters will face a rare stormy weather, with a cold front coming from the Arctic Circle moving southward, wind speed at 70 knots."


Aboard the Arctic, the "Galileo" satellite navigation system broadcasted a simple weather forecast, yet it was crucial.


At this moment, the skies above the Greenland waters suddenly cleared up.


Even the sea surface calmed down considerably, and the ripples on the sea looked like a blue wool carpet, smooth yet textured.


This was the sea as people imagined it, not the dark sea that raged with storms and waves.


Hearing the weather forecast in the captain's cabin, Qing Chen knew that everything he had been waiting for was finally about to arrive. A wind speed of 70 knots could be called a hurricane.


The hurricane, reaching speeds of 130 kilometers per hour, would whip up towering waves, and the Knight would undergo a transformation after the baptism of the storm.


409, Radiant Trumpet