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

Fortunately, the thing Zhang Jian was most worried about did not happen—no one was seasick.


Old John did not show any kindness to the three new crew members. He watched the clumsy trio and cursed at Zhang Jian for being unreliable, regardless of whether Zhang Jian could hear him or not.


By the time everything was ready, Nedup, Qing Chen, and Yi Yi were already exhausted on the deck.


The sun rose, ascending from the horizon of the sea.


Old John shouted on the deck, "Rookies, make the most of your time to rest, you only have one hour left."


After saying that, Nedup, with dark circles under his eyes, went back to the cabin to sleep. Meanwhile, Qing Chen and Yi Yi, captivated by the sunrise over the sea, sat silently on the deck watching.


The beautiful scene was like an oil painting.


Qing Chen said softly to Yi Yi, "Do we need to act so convincingly? I don't feel tired at all."


Yi Yi smiled and said, "It's about fitting in."


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