Chapter 627

A few months, just a few months, the entire Space-Time Empire has changed its appearance again.

Thousands of floors of high-rise buildings stand on the earth. Pedestrians on the road are sparse. Small hovercars fly back and forth on the road. People often enter and exit a building, but these people all look hurried.

The word *otaku* once came from the *otaku* tribe in Japan. Although there are some differences in certain concepts from the *otaku* tribe, they cannot change their essence—staying at home.

With the arrival of the new world, the new Space-Time Empire has achieved sufficient development. Many people no longer want to go out to work. They rely on the low-income support provided by the government to live. And the appearance of thousand-floor high-rise buildings also makes travel difficult, so many people feel at ease staying at home, indulging in various things, and know nothing about the changes in the outside world.

Often, many *otakus* go out for a trip and don't even recognize the nearby streets. They have lived here for decades but can't even remember the road in front of their door, often getting lost. And all of this lies in the billboards below, the frequently changed billboards are too misleading.

However, Ye Nan doesn't bother to care about them. The Empire's resources are endless. Even if they are wasted, how much can they waste? And their lack of progress is their own will, and Ye Nan cannot interfere. What he can do is improve some enjoyment, let those who are willing to work seriously enjoy more resources than *otakus*. Of course, this refers to credit points.

Staff who work hard to earn credit points always have more leeway than *otakus*, excluding those *otakus* who earn credit points while staying at home.

"Now the Empire's population is 12 billion, possessing four life planets, twelve habitable planets, and one planet is undergoing transformation and development, which will be initially transformed and completed in about a year," Smila introduced to Ye Nan.

"Once that planet is transformed, the population pressure on Earth can be greatly reduced."

"Population pressure?" Ye Nan's brow furrowed. "With so many planets, how can there still be population pressure?"

The Earth before the doomsday could carry 6 billion people. Now the Space-Time Empire's technology is much more developed than at that time. And there are four life planets and twelve habitable planets. No matter how you look at it, there shouldn't be population pressure.

However, Smila would not lie to him, so he didn't understand.

"*Otakus* are too many." Smila said helplessly: "Thanks to your low-income support plan, it has caused many *otakus*. These *otakus* either play games at home or chat with friends, watch movies, listen to songs, etc."

"Now on Earth, for every four people, three are *otakus*. Only one person goes out to work. Do you think the population pressure is big or not?" Smila explained.

"So many?" Ye Nan was also taken aback. He originally thought that although *otakus* were many, they couldn't be that many. He didn't expect there to be so many.

He believed Smila's words. As one of the network masters, Smila is powerful enough to search everyone's data. Relying on this data, her results are very precise, far from what any sampling survey can compare.

"*Otakus*' numbers are still increasing. These are all your fault." Smila looked at Ye Nan resentfully, because Ye Nan advocated the low-income support plan and the robot expansion plan. Now in the entire Empire, robots cover 90% of the work. Excluding some work that requires brainpower, others are all done by robots.

*Otakus* without life pressure, and without social pressure, naturally pursue entertainment and excitement extremely. Many h-games such as murder games, train perverts, etc., are prevalent. Plus, Ye Nan adopted the dual freedom policy of network and reality. As long as you don't violate the law, you won't be condemned by society. This also led to the prevalence of the polygamy system. Many *otakus* remain single.

Under such a cycle, the *otaku* phenomenon is becoming more and more serious. Many people have been living at home for one or two years and simply refuse to come out to see people. If it weren't for the prevalence of virtual games, allowing them to exercise their speech, Smila would doubt whether they would be able to speak in the future.

"I personally feel that this phenomenon must be cured."

"How to cure it?" While speaking, Ye Nan had already arrived at the bottom of the high-rise building. The bottom of the thousand-floor high-rise building is a relatively empty hall. Besides the elevator, there are some small snack shops. These shop owners are all fighting in virtual games, and what is left are just some robots.

"It is indeed time to rectify it." Ye Nan narrowed his eyes.

Seeing this phenomenon, he was not very satisfied. Treating commoners well is not raising pigs. Moreover, pigs can be slaughtered for meat. After these people die, besides occupying land, it seems they have no other function.

From birth to death, they have no worries about food and clothing. They have never made any contribution to society. They only know how to play, play, play. They take the money issued by the government to play, play, play. After playing, they occupy space. It can be said that they haven't made any contribution at all.

Of course, this is not the status quo of all *otakus*. There is also a considerable part of *otakus* who make money through the network, for example, selling games, selling games, writing novels for those who read novels, etc. In short, they have interests, and by the way, subsidize the family. Others have both interests and earn credit points, wanting to live better.

However, these people are only a small part. Most *otakus*, because of the low-income support, simply don't need to earn money. They all stay at home dead, and refuse to go out even if they die. Some people, in order to save even eating, drinking, and defecating, specially invented artifacts that can defecate on the spot, etc.

*Ding-dong! *

The elevator door opened. Ye Nan didn't enter, but pressed the ten elevators respectively, then narrowed his eyes, wanting to see if there was anyone in the elevator.

From a certain perspective, the thousand-floor high-rise building has already formed a small society, which includes farmland, small processing plants, etc.

In fact, the thousand-floor high-rise building is not only a thousand floors high, but also a composite type. It is in a cylindrical form. The elevator is in the middle, and then there are houses in all directions. Besides houses, there are also some houses with other special purposes, such as electronic rooms, bowling rooms, comprehensive entertainment halls, etc. Even some companies simply open inside. Of course, most of these houses with special purposes are on the bottom floor.

After all, such a thousand-floor high-rise building has a population of almost ten thousand. They have some money in their pockets, which is a good business opportunity.

In the ten elevators, the people who finally walked out were only dozens, and among these people, a large part were robots, which made Ye Nan feel a bit disappointed.

"Indeed, they should be given some pressure." Ye Nan muttered to himself.

Excellent low-income support is not raising pigs. His purpose is to let the people have a bite to eat, but his original intention is absolutely not to let the people stay at home, do nothing, and wait for death.

"However, how should it be designed?" Smila asked again.

"Go in and see first." Ye Nan shook his head, walked into the elevator, and pressed the number 1000 on it.

The elevator rose rapidly. About five minutes passed, and the elevator reached the top. Ye Nan walked out of the elevator, looked at the clouds under his feet, and was slightly proud. "Thousand-floor building, the scenery is really good."

Ye Nan looked down from a high place, looked at the high-rise buildings that were also towering into the clouds, looked at the black dots on the ground like ants, looked at the birds flying by occasionally, looked at the planes rumbling in the sky, and became more and more wild. "One day, my Empire will rule the entire galaxy."

"This is of course." Smila's projection simply emerged from Ye Nan's wrist, gradually covering his wrist. "I look forward to the day you succeed."

"Expectation is useless, you have to help me." Ye Nan looked at Smila affectionately, looking at the beauty in front of him. If Smila were not a projection, he might not be able to help but pounce on her and do beastly things.

"You two." A roar outside the door woke up the pair of dog men and women. Yan Luo, who had just walked up, decisively interrupted the two who were being affectionate with his actions, and then looked at the gazes of the two, his legs began to shake.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to. I just read too many novels." Yan Luo found an excuse for himself.

"Novels?" Ye Nan propped up his chin, looked at Yan Luo, and revealed a smile that was not well-intentioned. "You like reading novels very much?"

"Yes, I like it very much."

Although he instinctively felt that the smile on Ye Nan's face was not well-intentioned, Yan Luo thought about it and felt that he should answer. He was afraid that Ye Nan, who had ruined his good deeds, would do something to him. He clearly saw the watch on Ye Nan's wrist, which was high-end goods carrying holographic projection, proving that he was either rich or expensive.

"Have you read time-travel novels?" Ye Nan asked again, the smile on his face becoming more and more cheap. "I don't know if you like time-travel?"

"Time-travel? I like it!" As soon as Yan Luo heard Ye Nan talking about the novels he liked to read, he became radiant. "Now novels are all popular with time-travel, but these time-travel themes are too old. They are either struck by lightning or hit by a car or broken in the head. Why not try flying? I think flying..."

"Flying?" Ye Nan's smile became more and more strange. He suddenly moved. "Since you like flying so much, then fly once."

"What are you going to do?" Yan Luo, who was talking about how time-travel is creative, suddenly feared Ye Nan who had arrived in front of him. Suddenly, he felt his body light, and the whole person became light.

"I seem to have flown up."

Before Yan Luo could react, Yan Luo went dark in front of his eyes, and the whole person fell into a coma.

"Smila, this guy is handed over to you. Let him experience what is called time-travel properly." Ye Nan said with a smile. The time-travel he referred to was naturally to simulate a world through virtual games. However, in order to make him feel real, he needed to inject some special liquid to let his body's reaction ability decrease.

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