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

Zhang Jian turned to Qing Chen and said, "There's nothing we can do now. Even if George doesn't show up, we have to try heading out to sea. Of course, if you feel we are short of people, it's still not too late to back out... But if you're willing to stay, I am ready to tear up the previous contract and give you a share of the profits!"


"No worries," Qing Chen laughed. "There's an old Chinese saying: 'Since we're here, we might as well stay.' Let's set sail!"


As long as they could safely reach the Barents Sea, Qing Chen didn't care about how many King Crabs they would actually catch.


Carrying a long backpack, Qing Chen boarded the deck and saw a string of silver crosses hanging on the bow and asked, "What's that?"


Zhang Jian explained, "They're lucky charms. Every captain prepares many of them to bless us with safety on the Barents Sea... What's in the bag you're carrying?"


Qing Chen grinned and said, "This? This is my lucky charm."


402, Go to sea!_4