Gideon grew increasingly pessimistic about whether he could leave Plane Six alive.
Yet years ago, he had gone to considerable lengths to obtain residency rights here.
Plane Six operated under the rule system of the great Lord of Ruin and Fall. The Path of Eternal Fall proclaimed that everyone had to take responsibility for their own fate; death was not an end either, but accompanied living beings until the universe entered eternal darkness.
To be honest, Gideon did not really understand it, but he was very clear on the reality corresponding to such doctrine:
A place governed by such rules was among the least restricted regions in the Boundary Curtain district.
Xingsheng Laboratory, which Gideon was still nominally affiliated with, along with many other research institutions involved to varying degrees in taboo experiments, all chose to register on Plane Six. There had to be a reason for that.
As for Gideon himself, only on Plane Six had he had the chance to undergo the Uploader and Clone modifications.
But public safety here was also among the worst in the Boundary Curtain district:
Since everyone was the steward of their own fate, and since death was not an end, people could naturally act without restraint. Death could not suppress a restless heart.
Gangs ran rampant here, and the private armies of local powers were formidable. Accordingly, government authority had been squeezed down—well, the Star Alliance had always been like this, only more extreme here.
When you chose to live here and possessed a certain degree of strength, it felt as though there were opportunities to make money through any channel. But once your luck turned bad, anyone might treat you as a source of income... or as a pawn to take the blame.
That was Gideon's current situation:
Xingsheng Laboratory was