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

However, the blue whale didn't seem to have actually brought them good luck.


In each crab cage, there were only a sparse seven or eight king crabs, a dismal catch.


In the Barents Sea, pathfinding cages normally contain 25 to 30 king crabs, which would signify a decent harvest, indicating they were nearing the crab colony.


If there were eighty crabs in the cage, it would mean they were right above the crab colony.


Old John said his personal best was once lifting 112 king crabs in a cage. The huge king crabs almost filled the steel-welded crab cage to the brim.


Back then, the captain of the Arctic was Zhang Jian's father. People at the port often said that smart Asian captain could always find the largest crab grounds on the mysterious Barents Sea every year.


Zhang Jian furrowed his brow looking at the catch on deck; not only was the catch pitiful, but one of the cages had also been stolen by the Tiger Whale vessel...


403, Humanoid Self-walking King Crab Radar_4