Different societies had different rules. Only greenhorns fresh out of the oven believed one set of rules could truly take them anywhere in the world.
The Silent Mountain Range World was an apocalypse. Ship Tickets stood above all else, all order was false, and beneath it lay naked competition for survival.
Green Planet had cast aside even that superficial layer of skin. It was a death match of "you die or I die." Without any "true authority," the entire world had no rules, no morality, and naturally no social order or laws. The winner devoured everything.
Earth in this world occupied a relatively intermediate position. A certain degree of "order" existed, but it generally only existed under the sun, within the areas controlled by the authorities.
In truth, under the current circumstances, there were still far too many privileged people. Even Transcendents like Lu PingAn were among them.
"Treat this world as a peaceful Earth with no Transcendents. This is a compilation of local laws, the elementary school version. Anyone who will be dealing with outsiders, memorize all of it."
That was what Lu PingAn told his companions, and that was what he did himself.
Though it took considerable effort to switch from "alert mode" to the pace of life on "Old Earth," Lu PingAn adapted quite quickly.
This place was far too similar to the world of his previous life. When official order held an overwhelming advantage, when most violence and violent institutions served "order," then honestly following that order was the only rule.
"This week's projected revenue... Hmm, even after buying those unlucky fellows back, the total profit is still decent."
Lu PingAn had already grasped how to survive in this world.
"No wars, no fighting. Earn money honestly and let money do the talking."
After the initial