On October 20, amid the expectations of countless people, the day finally arrived. For many, however, nothing changed. With only two hundred thousand spots per city, the number was still pitifully small compared to the billions of D-Earthlings. Most people could only stare dejectedly at the lists that didn't contain their names!
The office slaves went to work, and the school slaves went to class. Everything had happened so close at hand, yet seemed to grow distant in an instant. Of course, there were also people whose lives had changed dramatically despite not entering Star Sea—the people who had immigrated to the United States.
The United States seemed to be keeping its promise. It had prepared villas, starting funds, and luxury cars worth three hundred thousand Federation Currency for the Central China immigrants.
Countless immigrants smugly posted on their social media, showing off their happy lives in California or Florida. The office slaves who still had to start work at nine and leave at nine were terribly envious.
It felt even more inexplicable than being a demolition heir. At least demolition heirs received the savings their elders had accumulated over a lifetime. This was practically a pie falling from the sky!
Fortunately, because the United States required at least a bachelor's degree, ordinary people who had only seen the benefits had no chance to pick up that pie. Most university students, meanwhile, still possessed at least a little independent thinking and had not blindly fallen into the trap.
Many small-business owners discovered that this major event did not seem to have caused much social upheaval. Life still appeared to be carrying on as usual, so they happily resumed exploiting their employees, announcing weekend overtime to make up for the workdays lost over the past few days.
After all, most small