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

The sharp and piercing sound of an alarm rang out from the body of a drifter at the corner of Street District Three.


The nearby bakery owner was a bit curious; City 22 prohibited lower caste people from entering the Upper Three Districts, unless they had work permits like him.


Therefore, the owner was puzzled about how this drifter managed to sneak into City 22?


But that still wasn't the key point. The key point was that he had seen this young drifter come to the corner, sit on the ground and sleep for ten minutes, then the alarm in his arms sounded.


What could a drifter possibly have to do, why did he set a ten-minute alarm for himself, afraid he might freeze to death in the street if he fell asleep?


The bakery owner had been considering whether to drive the drifter away, but now there was no need; the drifter was already hurriedly leaving.


581. The Simplest Link