Mythological origin

This trend of thought even spawned a meme on the Holy Terran Empire's network, spreading rapidly across countless anonymous screens and neural connection interfaces.

"Get rich in Terra, lie down and find the system."

These two short sentences, carrying a complex mix of humor and longing, quickly became the mantra of many netizens in the Empire who were dissatisfied with the status quo or confused about the future.

As they typed these words, they might have been envisioning the White Land as a place of legendary order and abundant opportunities, and the easy future brought about by the omnipotent "system" that guided them forward.

Perhaps there was a hint of self-deprecation and a hint of anticipation in the corners of his mouth.

However, these Imperials who were making jokes and banter in the Terra network world probably didn't know that the White Land, which they regarded as their ideal paradise, was never a gentle haven where they could truly lie down and escape responsibility.

It was a territory shrouded in some grand will.

There, the omnipresent, soul-deep system acts like a cold yet precise overseer, constantly spurring on every Holy Adventist.

It monitors their every breath, every heartbeat, and every fluctuation of their spirit.

Slackness will be warned, depravity will be corrected, and deviation from the predetermined path will be forcibly reversed.

There, individuals can hardly indulge in the luxury of prolonged indulgence, nor can they truly lie down and relax.

Driven by an invisible force, one can only keep moving forward toward the goal one initially set, until the very end of life.

This is also the reason why a considerable number of "white-collar workers" choose to leave the land of white.

What's the difference between me spending my whole life in high school and taking the college entrance exam the whole time?

While I was in school, I was indeed well-off, but the schedule was just too endless.

On the contrary, Terra, who they believe only has value when she "gets rich," could actually be quite easy to just relax if she could truly let go of her obsession.

The key is to let go—let go of the endless craving for material enjoyment, let go of unrealistic fantasies about the pinnacle of power, and especially stop thinking about those tedious matters of cultivating immortality that require painstaking effort, fighting against others, and fighting against the heavens.

If you're constantly fighting on the main road, you're bound to never be able to get away with it.

All you need to do is immerse yourself completely in the incredibly realistic virtual reality world provided by the Empire.

In that boundless realm constructed of code and illusion, one can even experience entirely different life forms.

Sensory stimulation, emotional comfort, and the satisfaction of achievement can all be obtained in a near-perfect way.

And the cost of supporting this kind of life is surprisingly low.

An ordinary person only needs to do a few hours of AI scapegoating work a day. After completing this insignificant labor, the salary is enough to maintain a worry-free daily life with food, clothing, and a stable place to live.

Food is plentiful, daily necessities are extremely cheap, standard apartments are kept at constant temperature and humidity, and basic entertainment access is free.

After all, Terra is already a highly automated and intelligent society.

Countless automated factories, maintenance robots, and service AI form the skeleton and flesh of society. Ordinary people's labor cannot compete with machines in terms of efficiency and precision, and in fact, there is not much surplus value to be exploited.

It can't even handle the most basic general-purpose robot as well as the most menial tasks.

Their greater and irreplaceable value may lie in maintaining the necessary genetic diversity of human society, existing as a human sample bank in a biological sense.

People like Teach are generally referred to as... a zoo.

.........

"Let's go." Bai Mo's voice was flat, devoid of any emotion. He glanced at the old acquaintance beside him—Hou Zi.

Time had not left many marks on the appearance of this sixth-level expert, but his aura had changed drastically.

The intense resentment and obsessive anger that once clung to him, almost solidifying into something tangible, has now transformed into more and deeper confusion and uncertainty, much like the thick fog that has been mostly blown away by the wind.

It's a kind of emptiness after losing your goal, a kind of powerlessness when you throw a punch but it hits the air.

Hou Zi, the man who once firmly believed in stopping killing with killing and attempted to establish a completely pure, sinless, and absolutely ordered utopia through the most extreme killing and cleansing, is now deeply mired in self-doubt.

His past beliefs, the "justice" he once championed, which had been steeped in the blood of evil, now seem so pale and powerless.

As far as the eye can see, within the Terra Empire, the vast majority of traditional "evil" and conflicts caused by resource scarcity have been silently eliminated by rapidly developing technology.

At least for those who choose to lie down, the abundance of material goods has eliminated the survival-driven plunder, and even the dark side of human nature has found a harmless outlet in the virtual world.

So, is the "path of slaying evil" that I once firmly believed in and for which I gave everything really correct?
Or is it merely a product of a specific historical period and technological level, now outdated?

Is the high-frequency knife in my hand cutting away evil, or is it cutting towards a target that has already changed and become illusory?

These problems gnawed at his heart like venomous snakes.

……

"Hahahaha!" Teach's unrestrained laughter broke the silence.

“Kid, stop being so lost! Come work for me. All that peaceful, stable facade you see,” he waved his hand, pointing to the almost frozen, tranquil city scene, “is just because he’s still alive.” Teach said bluntly, his gaze sweeping meaningfully over Bai Mo’s phantom-like presence.

In Teach's view, the reason why this vast Terran territory has been able to maintain its current fragile stability and peace, without falling into an endless, life-or-death chaotic war due to the struggle for power, ideas, and resources, is entirely due to one very simple and fundamental reason.

Everyone, whether in the light or in the dark, strong or weak, has not yet completely escaped the shadow of the man before them, Bai Mo, who is omnipresent.

His very existence is like a silent star suspended above everyone's head, its immense gravity invisibly restraining all restless celestial bodies and maintaining a dynamic balance.

If one day everything about him, his power, his influence, and the mark he left behind truly disappears from this world, then the long-suppressed ambitions, accumulated contradictions, and yearning for power and a new order will erupt like a flood bursting its banks.

"The Great Chaos, that's just the beginning." Teach grinned, revealing a smile that mixed with anticipation and cruelty, as if he could already foresee the inevitable chaos and strife that was about to arrive. (End of Chapter)