Naming Technique of the Night
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.
255, Time Traveler's Level
Since the time-travel incident began, Xinglong Residential Area had become the liveliest place in all of Los Angeles City.
Simply because Liu Dezhu lived there.
First came the paparazzi, in droves, and then there was a fire in the building.
No sooner had the fire been dealt with than many households began to renovate their homes, only to be confronted with a succession of luxury cars.
McLaren, Porsche 918, Lamborghini, Mercedes G63....
All the locally owned luxury cars in Los Angeles City put together probably wouldn't equal the sum of those parked beneath Liu Dezhu's building.
Liu Dezhu stood at his doorstep, gazing out at the swarming crowd of more than a dozen classmates, at a loss for words.
An auntie going downstairs to buy groceries nearly jumped out of her skin upon seeing this group. She composed herself and turned to one of the dashing young men, "Young man, what's the occasion? You all seem so happy this early in the morning."