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

"Fine, I'll join the Future too!" Yesenia retorted sharply.


"You think joining the Future will give you a happy ending?" Chilton sneered, "Do you have any idea what kind of person Capri is? Plus, Rondo betrayed you. If you join the Future, he'll be constantly worried that you'll seek revenge against him within the organization. To prevent that, he'll definitely strike first. Let's not argue anymore. I can overlook what you just said, but right now we need to unite."


Yesenia muttered, "There are only a few of us; who are we uniting with, those dirty hillbilly crew members?"


They were still watching the dogfight here, completely entertained, not expecting the girl to suddenly pull them into it too.


410, The treasure under the sea, the gunshot on the ship_2