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 evening at the college cafeteria.


Sun Chu Ci and Tuan Zi didn't go straight back to the dorm, instead, they came here to eat.


Tomato scrambled eggs, potato chicken chunks, stir-fried celtuce, vinegar-pepper bean sprouts—this is the standard offering at the cafeteria tonight, free, no need for point exchange.


From a nutritional standpoint, the free food is actually pretty good.


The two ate with their heads down, while at the neighboring table, people were shelling crayfish, peeling crab legs, munching on lamb chops, all exchanged with points.


Among the students, there's always some who splurge when they've earned points, enjoying themselves at the cafeteria and bars.


Every time someone passed by Sun Chu Ci and Tuan Zi, they couldn't help but glance at their disheveled state.


The trademark of the Agricultural College was just too obvious.


Some whispered nearby: "Are these students from the Agricultural College? So pitiful…"


629, God of Thunder of All Gods