The Boundary Curtain district was, without question, a society thoroughly governed by privileges.
A Boundary Curtain district resident's identity privileges, the Star Alliance's administrative authorization, and even the higher-level Abyssal Spirit Net access permits together formed a lawful citizen's precise place within this vast society.
Even though Plane Six had fallen too deeply into Fallen Death, leaving its social governance somewhat chaotic and preserving considerable room for survival for certain "illegal persons."
Ninety-nine percent of those illegal persons, however, existed in extreme dependence upon lawful citizens, especially lawful citizens with high-level privileges.
In other words, the very basis for the existence of most illegal persons was to serve these high-privilege citizens and create value for them.
There was nothing else.
In a sense, these illegal persons—primarily Clones—were NPCs created for this genuine, unmistakable advanced civilization.
At least, that was how things were in the Boundary Curtain district, on Plane Six.
Ronan's Rebirth Body, Little Fear, was an unregistered Clone without resident status, administrative authorization, or a corresponding lawful account.
In a de facto cashless society, he was not even qualified to enter into any economic relationship with any person or institution.
Even robbery would be difficult to pull off.
He understood very well that at a time like this, the viable path for further growth and exchange was to enter those disordered, lawless circles and involve himself in transactions that were destined to be unavailable through normal channels.
He touched his trouser pocket. There were still two Origin Mothers inside.
He had eaten three while "feeding" earlier, detonated one when dealing with that Celestial powerhouse, and had two left. Both had already been partially used, their value greatly diminished.
Still, they should fetch a fair price on the black market. They counted as Ronan's startup capital in the Boundary Curtain