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, unexpectedly, Qing Chen did not do so and did not even draw the dagger from his work clothes.


Old John became anxious. He knew how severe the consequences could be if the crew didn't follow his orders.


If Nedup got entangled and was dragged into the sea, he wouldn't survive. In just over ten seconds, the immense pressure of the sea depths would kill Nedup.


Just as the wave was about to crash onto the deck, Old John distinctly saw Qing Chen grab the rope with one hand.


The falling crab cage was abruptly halted!


He was stunned. Holding the rope with bare hands?!


Before Old John could figure out what was happening, the wave had already hit everyone, obscuring visibility entirely.


Only when the wave flowed back into the sea along the deck, did Old John, supporting himself against the hoist, look immediately towards Nedup.


He saw Nedup sitting on the deck while Young Young stood beside him.


404, Aquaman 2