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

In the silent bunker, Jindai Sorajima was sitting cross-legged among the rows of corpses and white cloth, practicing.


The light of the incandescent lamp was bleak, but this woman showed no fear, seemingly well accustomed to such an environment.


It was already midnight, and footsteps echoed in the bunker.


Jindai Yunwu and several others returned here: "We've waited so long, why haven't we received the order to leave?"


Jindai Sorajima opened her eyes and glanced at the three: "Jindai Yunxiu's plan is to act when he falls asleep."


Jindai Sorajima: "He hasn't slept at all, what can I do?"


"…What is he doing?" Jindai Yunwu asked.


Jindai Sorajima looked at the time, and then sliced open another corpse's chest for sacrifice.


In the cloud mirror, Qing Chen was picking up a piece of ox tongue, dipping it fully in sauce before putting it in his mouth.


521, Zard's Inner World identity