Chapter 312: Galaxy's First Despair – Ministry of Internal Affairs

Solar Star Region – Terra

The endless, towering Nest City.

Massive Emperor Deity Statues, soaring into the clouds like giants, cover the entire surface.

Thanks to being in the Empire's capital, everyone has a job that, to common folk in other imperial worlds, can be called "glamorous."

Moreover, being in the capital, outsiders always imagine the living conditions of the lower‑class humans on Terra to be especially wonderful.

Some even rack their brains just to fight for a chance to work on Terra.

But if you truly judge the Empire by that habitual mindset, it proves you still underestimate this galaxy's cesspit!

Because the lower‑class citizens living on Terra have a standard of living not only inferior to ordinary Nest Cities in the outside world, but even worse than other Nest Cities!

And the gap is huge!

In the outside world, even if you're a lowly person and life is hard, at least there is an upward path.

Even if those paths are just becoming a worker, joining a gang, or enlisting, it's merely jumping from one cesspit to another.

But at least the crap in the new cesspit is relatively less, right?

And on Terra......

As the Empire's capital, its governance can be described as simple and brutal.

Workers? Terra isn't a forging world; it doesn't need that many workers.

Gangs? Go tell the law enforcement officers of my Legal Affairs Department.

Enlisting? That has indeed occurred on Terra, and the demand for positions is huge, but the last conscription seemed to be when 88 Terrifying Abuse Great Demons besieged Lion Gate.

Without these jobs, Terra's citizens are almost destined from birth to a fixed end.

As for causing trouble because they can't survive?

Sorry, my Empire may be lacking in other aspects, but when it comes to suppressing troublesome citizens, we do it with a firm grip, especially in Terra, the Empire's capital.

If you cause trouble on Terra, you face not only the charged batons of the Legal Affairs Department's law enforcement officers, but also the Judgment Court, the National Church, and even the Imperial Fist and Imperial Guard's enforcement.

Then you say, since that's how it works, why not do nothing? Lying flat should be fine, right?

The answer is still no, because besides these "special services" as the Empire's capital, Terra has no shortage of the despair that other Nest Cities possess.

Want to die? It's not that easy!

And don't think that being close means you'll go to the Golden Throne when you die; if you die on Terra, the Emperor won't even bother to glance at you.

So it's better to work honestly and keep Subspace as far from yourself as possible.

Hmm, at this point you might say that as long as you honestly become a negligible screw of the Empire, life shouldn't be worse than in the outside Nest Cities, right?

The answer remains......

Wrong!

Because unlike other Nest Cities, Terra at least has a complete internal industry and agricultural cycle, enough for self‑sufficiency.

As Terra is the Empire's capital, where are the manpower and resources to produce? Everyone must be poured into the bottomless cesspit of handling state affairs.

Thus Terra's supplies are all transported from outside; whether you can get a meal is truly beyond your control.

It all depends on the whims of the Subspace old tricks; they might stir up a storm and delay the supply ships for no reason.

You should be prepared to undergo a long "self‑production and self‑sale" under the Empire's advanced technological support!

What? Not enough to eat?

Then you're not allowed to take from others!

And as they say, life in Terra's Nest City is so miserable, there must be no worse place.

The answer to this question remains......

Gravely mistaken!

Because on Terra, there's another place called......

Ministry of Internal Affairs!

At this moment, hovering over countless Terra Nest City citizens who find life worse than death yet dare not die.

The Ministry of Internal Affairs, under the effort of civil officials who are as stunned as wooden chickens in an ocean of emptiness, is consuming parchment at an absurdly unreasonable speed.

Yes, a super empire spanning most of the galaxy, whose interstellar communication relies on dream mediation.

Its administrative medium also originates from Terra's ancient parchment.

Working in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, every staff member can receive a free basic longevity‑extension surgery.

But just thinking of stepping onto the operating table and living another few decades makes these officials feel as uncomfortable as if their mother were dead.

However, unlike the endless repetitions before, today's Ministry of Internal Affairs has unusually paused the relentless piling of parchment, and instead has taken a moment to tidy up sanitation.

Then some mid‑to‑high‑level officials, who enjoy a supreme privilege of five minutes of rest per day, anxiously rush about as if to welcome some important figure.

This interlude also caused countless stagnant officials, from their hunched bodies and drooping eyelids, to flash a long‑missed glimmer.

Some even turned their heads to glance, and while watching, realized that the bustle involved not only Ministry officials but also over a hundred Imperial Guard, wielding the Imperial Fist to take over defense.

Then came the so‑called ultimate leader of the Ministry, Makado, who actually appeared in person within the Ministry.

The officials' eyes brightened further at the sight of Makado's shock, causing even their keystrokes on the mechanical keyboards to slow down a bit.

What astonished the officials even more was that Makado, standing at the Ministry's entrance, also wore a waiting posture.

His only difference from the surrounding Imperial Guard was that his face was not as reverent, but rather indifferent.

Yet this very indifference also caught the attention of those around, even Rogdoen.

Makado's indifference has always been reserved for peers.

And for Makado, the only peer has always been the Emperor.

Rogdoen and Tullian stood on either side of Makado, gave him a respectful glance, then looked back up, their eyes clearly full of sentiment.

Because the Emperor still sits on the Golden Throne, unable to rise, the one who can make Makado wait calmly is a presence that even Original Bodies must handle with caution.

After all, when they learned that this person appeared on Alert Star, the Emperor, though unable to get there himself, still immediately sent his own flagship and went personally with the Eastern Star Region's supreme commander Kiriman and Fuergan to extend an invitation.

Even the Subspace shuttle that later returned to Terra.

The Sea of Souls is so calm as if no evil god existed within!

And this sort of spectacle made Tula Zhen and Luog Duoen unable to help but feel speechless toward the old Subspace gadget.

And now, with a green light all the way, the Dream Illusion Vessel, which sped back to Terra, appeared in orbit, accompanied by an Aolake flagship and a Luojia flagship; the first thing Xisi did upon arriving at Terra was not to meet the Emperor, but to first check the Internal Affairs Department.

Having learned Xisi's intentions in advance, the Emperor also immediately dispatched Makado, who has lived until now, to come greet him and declare support for Xisi's plan.

Because Xisi wants to redeem the Four Gods, and the starting point of that redemption is the galaxy's most desperate place right before him.

Internal Affairs Department!