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

"There is a saying from your Outer World that I really like," Shadow sat by the campfire, slowly watching the flames dance: "People don't live for a lifetime, or even for years, months, and days, but for those few moments. This saying is really beautiful. When I browse the books from the Outer World that Si Nianhua and the others brought me, I even feel somewhat moved."


Shadow: "Instead of living a mundane and aimless life, I feel that I've lived brilliantly in this lifetime. I've had a lover and have stood on mountaintops to see different landscapes. So, Xiao Chen, you don't have to mourn for me. Consider me as a scenery on your life's journey."


Qing Chen complained: "Next time I return, I'll go challenge life and death, and then have someone bring you news of my death, so you'll see if you can remain so calm. It's easy to talk when you're not the one leaving. If I were the one leaving, I could be just as relaxed."


Shadow: "…Alright, alright, I won't say anything more."


635. Pledge of Allegiance