After Little Fear finished bathing, he stood naked before the bathroom mirror and saw an unfamiliar face.
Oh, this utterly forgettable, meaningless face was his own.
He had worn this face for several days now and still was not quite used to it, but he had no intention of changing back.
He worried that if he reshaped it next time, it would not look the same, creating needless trouble.
Over the past few days, Little Fear had lived a fairly leisurely life, though his sense of time remained rather vague.
The alternation of day and night on Plane Six was highly irregular—or rather, governed by rules that normal people found difficult to understand.
After all, this place itself was a Functional Plane, a manifestation of the rules of the great Lord of Ruin and Fall's system.
"The law cannot be known; its might cannot be measured" was also one of this system's defining characteristics.
Here, even residents who had lived for half their lives could never deduce the pattern of day and night—though some suspected that such a design was specifically meant to oppose the Lord of Dawn's system.
From Little Fear's experience over these past few days, nighttime lasted longer. Even when the sky was bright, there was no visible sun.
He had either grown accustomed to it or become muddled by it, but overall, he was doing fine. Day or night, as long as he had something to do, it was enough.
He opened his virtual workspace. There were still some physically printed books beside him, quite commemorative in nature, though few came from legitimate publishers. They were all doctrines and secret arts of Pitfall Fire Hell, classified as forbidden books.
Little Fear liked reading doctrines and teachings. Over the past few days, he had read a great