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

Qing Chen was silent for a moment, "I'm not going to shy away from this question. You're right, they were just ordinary people who had no designs on power—I'm the one who got them killed. If it was a group of greedy people, I wouldn't feel guilt, but facing these people, I do feel guilty."


"Why not just apologize with your life? Would you die with me?" Jindai Yunhe laughed hysterically, "Otherwise, how do you earn their forgiveness? Just by saying a simple 'sorry'?"


Qing Chen calmly responded, "No need to waste effort. I'm not that pretentious. I will do what I can, change what I can, and then look forward."


"Hypocrite," Jindai Yunhe said, "But don't worry, your identity has been exposed now. You'll definitely be relentlessly hunted by the Jindai Consortium, because that Family Head truly cares for Jindai Yasuhito, his son. And if he doesn't kill you, the consortium's reputation will suffer."


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