Planet Gliese is a superplanet with a huge size, complex terrain, and harsh climate. Although the planet is inhabited by countless colonists, pioneers, bounty hunters, and mercenaries, no one has the audacity to challenge the dignity of the land and peek into all its secrets.

The Slan Bazaar is the largest gathering of creatures on the planet Gliese, although literally, it's just a bazaar. But it is bigger than ever before, and countless forces have taken root and survived here. In this neutral place, there is no moral benevolence to speak of. Every inch of land is infested with bodily fluids flowing from the mutilated corpses of various creatures.

Yes, this is a chaotic planet with no rules to speak of. If you're strong enough, you can get everything; If you're just here for sightseeing, then it's best to have a few more lives on your sleeve. Don't think it's a joke, as long as you have enough Tal coins, you can tailor several useful bodies to your liking, and as long as you have your soul backed up, you can never die.

Although the Silan Bazaar is boundless, it can be clearly divided into several major parts. The easternmost part is the sphere of influence of the Gemu faction, a group of interstellar wanderers. With a life greenhouse in his hands, he can cultivate the food needed for any life form. As long as you need to eat, then it's best not to mess with them, although they often spit in the guests' faces.

The south is occupied by the Gru Legions, who were the first colonists of the planet and consisted of a single race. It is said that they were a group of rebels from Gru who fled to Gliese due to defeat. It's a bunch of cold-blooded creatures, and it's certainly not very moving. As long as you don't glare at them, you generally won't rush over and break your neck. However, these lazy people have the vast majority of the energy in their hands, and they have super drilling technology that can obtain all kinds of energy from the interior of the planet Gliese.

Known in the West as the Land of the Shire, the more chaotic is a haven for pioneers and bounty hunters. In the Slanc language, Taal is used to mean wealth, and Shir is the antonym for poverty. Therefore, it can also be called a slum. As long as you are penniless and can endure the fists that come at you from time to time, you can live a little longer.

To the north is a glacial lake, frozen for many years. Possessed by the strength of a mysterious group of mercenaries, they call themselves the Spear of the First Emperor. As long as you can afford it, they can help you get rid of any enemy or even blow up a planet. Although the Spear of the First Emperor only occupied the most barren land in the Slan Bazaar, no one dared to challenge their majesty.

In the past, the Gru Corps had a violent collision with them, and only three days later, the second-in-command of the Gru Corps was hanged in front of the bed of the supreme general. From that day on, the Gru Corps remained silent and lost a large sum of money. Because they finally realized that the slogan of the Spear of the First Emperor that could blow up the planet was not an exaggeration.

The most central and important part of the Silan Bazaar was occupied by a very weak company, but all the forces were willing to do so. Why? Because this company is called - Datan Life Company. As the name suggests, they can make life. It can help you copy your body and back up your soul. If you don't want to die, you'll have to take out a large amount of tarr coins and pretend to be grandchildren in front of them. Datan Life's contribution to the Silan Bazaar also included the creation of the Silan lingua franca, which facilitated communication between various forces.

Of course, this miraculous technique will be coveted by countless forces, and I don't know how many bounty hunters have received this task, but they have all mysteriously disappeared in the end. Even the Spear of the First Emperor issued a statement that it would not take any business related to Datan Life Company.

After I don't know how many years of running-in with each other, Silan Bazaar finally ushered in a relatively stable situation. Of course, this is only relatively stable, and there are still no rules to speak of.

Zongchen was born on this planet, but he never knew who his parents were. For as long as he can remember, he has been abandoned in the land of the Shire. Judging by his racial form, he seems to belong to the Spear of the First Emperor, but the Spear of the First Emperor has never officially acknowledged it.

The calendar used by Planet Gliese comes from the Spear of the First Emperor and has been called the most scientific calendar by Dartan Life. According to the cycle of the Gliese star around the star, each cycle is 500 days and nights, that is, one year.

It seems that since he was four years old, Zongchen has been struggling to survive in the land of Shire. From the age of four to eighteen, the chance of successfully surviving in the land of the Shire seems to be lower than the melting of the icebergs at the North Pole of Gliese. However, in the past seven thousand days and nights, the retainers really did it.

Of course, no one cares how he survived. There may have been people who cared, but life and death are no longer known.

In a corner of the Shire, filled with icy muddy water, two teenagers were talking sneakily.

"Elsie, did you steal it?" Zong Chen rubbed his cold hands together and asked a younger boy.

"Well, here you go." The little boy, who was only thirteen or fourteen years old, with green skin on his body and tentacles on his head, broke off a large black object and handed it to the minister.

"It's delicious, the hard bread of Gemu pie is fragrant." Zongchen gobbled up and slurred.

"Is it really delicious?" At this moment, a slightly mocking voice came from behind the two of them.

Zongchen turned his head suddenly, and when he saw the person clearly, his face changed, and he pulled Palsi behind him.

"Inspector Will, we ......"

"Hand it over." The man in the dirty uniform with a silver steel rod in his hand held out his hand.

"But we haven't eaten in a long time." Zongchen gritted his teeth and refused.

"Smack!" The man slammed into Zongchen's shoulder with a stick, followed by the sound of bones shattering.

"Give...... Here you go. Palsi timidly handed over the hard bread that had not yet reached his mouth.

"Don't let me talk nonsense next time." The man took a hard bite of the bread and said coldly.

Seeing the man's distant back, Zongchen covered his shoulders and bit his lower lip.

"Are you alright?" Palcy tiptoed to check the minister's injuries.

"It's okay, it'll be back in two days at most." Zongchen rubbed Palsi's little head and smiled as he endured the pain.

"That's good." Palsi breathed a sigh of relief.

"Here you go." At this time, Zongchen took out another piece of bread from his bosom and handed it to Palsi.

"How do you ......," Palsy said in surprise.

"Let's eat."

"Are you full?" Palsy was about to take a breath, but stopped and asked.

"I'm full." Zongchen turned his head and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

At this moment, a bloodied creature suddenly emerged from the alley, struggled in front of the two of them for a moment, and then fell to the ground. Its body was covered with terrible cuts, and orange blood kept pouring out of the wounds. Zongchen frowned and looked around, realizing that there was no one else around. He stepped forward, picked up something shiny from the creature's claws, and dragged Partey out of the alley quickly.

It didn't take long for a group of warriors wrapped in armor to hurry into the alley. When they examined the strange creature, they all fell silent.

"You all know what that thing means, and no one is allowed to reveal it until you find it. Otherwise, just like it. One of the leaders shouted in a deep voice. He then pulled out a strange firearm and fired a shot at the half-dead creature, causing a puff of green smoke to rise from the ground and no bones remained.