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.
212, the only fool in the group
Late at night, when everything had become quiet, Qing Chen finally lay down on his bed, reflecting on his recent experiences.
Although he had suddenly fallen into a debt crisis in the Inner World, and his master had also suddenly faked his death and left.
But compared to other Time Travelers, Qing Chen had gained a lot:
Firstly, there were two properties and a hover car; although bought with only a tenth down payment, as long as he could keep up with the mortgage payments, these items would still be his.
Secondly, there was the dividend ratio of the Land Cruise Grade champion from the Begonia Boxing Gym, which counted as a steady source of income.
Many Time Travelers had no source of income after arriving in the Inner World; some even had to beg for a living.
Others had been forced to sell their organs in exchange for prosthetic ones.