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

"Good thing no one was timing you with a stopwatch, otherwise they'd find out you were a second too fast," a message came from the Outer World Division One.


Qing Chen looked at the text without expression. "You really have a lot of free time..."


Walking through the bustling crowd, the young man took off his jacket, turned it inside out, and put it back on. His face changed quietly and without a trace.


Just like Ye Wan had said, as long as Qing Chen held the taboo item ACE-005 Da Fu, if he was determined to hide, no one could find him.


In a city with millions of permanent residents, finding someone who changes identities at will is harder than finding a needle in a haystack.


At least a needle always looks the same and doesn't move.


Outer World Division One: "Why do you want me to post a video online?"


517, The Chosen One