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

"Don't worry about whether these sailors are a problem or not. In the Outer World, as long as we don't run into any of those major organizations, we generally don't need to worry about anything," said a young man calmly.


"Besides, this is at sea, Yesenia's home turf. Even if other Time Travelers come, they wouldn't dream of defeating her on the water."


"But we still need to be cautious. I'll go up on deck later and chat with them to see what their deal is. Also, it's best if we keep up our disguises and not let them know what we're doing near the Yermakovsky Islands. Until we find the Gold Coins, we have to be careful about everything," the middle-aged man's voice emerged.


Speaking of which, the middle-aged man looked at Yesenia: "How deep can you dive now?"


408, Misunderstanding