The Democratic District is truly the core area of Underground City No. 9.
Unlike the filthy and disordered slums of the Habitable City, here, you can understand why many civilians would risk their lives just to have themselves or their children become Death Fighters.
Glittering company signs and holographic advertisements, luxury cars darting along the wide and clean roads.
High-end gyms, expensive luxury stores, even a yacht club that ordinary people can't even dream of.
Finding a random restaurant on the street and eating a meal there would cost ordinary people several years' wages.
It's hard to imagine that such a place exists within a refuge, where everything is so extravagant and abundant.
A police officer stands at the intersection in a daze.
Most of the time, they're just humanoid recording tools; even if someone breaks traffic rules, they just jot down the license plate and issue a fine in the database that's meaningless to the offender.
