Oxygen Tax and the Bronze Throne

Awakened from his cryo-pod, Su Mo finds himself in a strange world, with amnesia and plenty of other problems to deal with.

First, isn't this oxygen tax a bit excessive? Since when do you have to pay tax just to breathe?

Second, what is this Grand Void Myriad Forms Ancestor? Why do people nowadays praise this being whenever they tinker with their computers?

And finally, why does it say there are 2,025 days until the ship breaks apart? Am I actually on a ship... Oh, man...