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.
In the group chat, everyone was caught off guard by the simultaneous appearance of two Devil's Stamp holders.
Mainly because they had previously treated this place purely as a platform for communication, they hadn't expected that so many tricks could still be played out.
"Chen, the Devil's Stamp holder has already come forward, what do you plan to do next?" Nan Gengchen asked.
"Since he can't stand someone impersonating him, we obviously have to continue impersonating," Qing Chen glanced at Nan Gengchen, "Although I don't know who he is, or where he is, what the enemy hates is what we should do."
Nan Gengchen asked curiously, "Chen, do you need me to cooperate with anything?"
Qing Chen sat calmly on the sofa, typing on his phone and responded, "I do."
"But now that he has come out to clarify, you can't keep impersonating him," Nan Gengchen said.
"Just because he says he is, does that make it so?" Qing Chen responded without even lifting his head.