I asked you to write a light novel, but you wrote about living?

Night gradually fell.

There is no real night in the lower city; neon lights and GG projections dye the sky a perpetual, morbid purplish-red.

But in the basement of the Seventh Slum, the light was much dimmer, with only the faint glow of the old holographic collector casting a small patch of dark blue light on the wall.

"Brother, time's almost up! I've wiped it all clean! I promise there won't be a single speck of fog on any of the shots!"

Yu Yin stood on a creaky old stool, tiptoed, and adjusted the angle of the collector one last time.

She moved the only table lamp around, trying to make her brother's face look brighter, but she was also afraid that the light would be too direct and reveal the moldy electronic waste in the corner.

"Don't bother, Yinyin."

Yu Wen sat in his wheelchair, watching his younger sister's busy little figure:

"It's fine as it is."

"But……"

Yu Yin bit her lip:

"Brother, didn't you say there would be tons of people watching you tonight? I want to make you look good."

Yu Wen smiled and said nothing more.

He glanced down at the terminal.

The number of reservations has already surpassed two million and is still relentlessly climbing.

On the other side of the screen, the book review section for "To Live" was still filled with a cacophony of insults and doubts. The entire internet was waiting for 8 o'clock to see if he was a gem or a joke hyped up by capital.

He took a deep breath of the familiar, slightly musty air in the basement.

"Yinyin, come here."

Yu Yin jumped off the stool and obediently ran to the wheelchair.

Yu Wen put a mask on her and straightened the ear loops one by one, his movements very slow.

"Once the broadcast starts, everything in this room will be seen clearly by millions of people from all directions."

As he put it on, he whispered instructions:

"Don't take off this mask. I don't want those people to see your face clearly, and I don't want them to remember you."

"Just stay quietly behind your brother and don't make a sound, okay?"

Yu Yin responded with a muffled sound through her mask, then looked up, a hint of worry in her eyes:

"Brother... will they bully you?"

Yu Wen smiled and reached out to rub his sister's slightly yellow hair.

"Won't."

His voice was very soft:

"Once my brother has explained things to them, we'll move out of this lousy place."

"Also, whatever I say later, just listen to it as a story."

Yu Yin nodded vigorously, obediently retreating behind the wheelchair, her small body shrinking into the shadows where the light couldn't reach.

It's exactly eight o'clock.

Yu Wen raised his hands, which were bulging with veins from long-term high-intensity strain, and placed them on the start button of the collector.

"Click."

A faint blue light suddenly shone, transforming into a soft holographic halo that enveloped him and his wheelchair.

The next second, this damp, moldy basement, that rusty wheelchair, and that young man sitting in the wheelchair with atrophied legs but a straight back, were pushed into the retinal projection of more than two million people across the entire Federal Star Network without any blind spots or reservations.

The live stream is now live.

In that instant, the barrage of comments flooded the entire screen like a burst dam.

【It's here! It's here!】

Holy crap, he's in a wheelchair...

[This environment... is this even a place for humans to live? There might not even be enough synthetic starch.]

So this is the person who wrote "To Live"?

[You plagiarist, you must give us an explanation today! Don't try to fool us!]

[Wake up, upstairs! "The Little Prince" is on the front page of Midtown Observer, can't you see the official media getting involved?]

[Exactly, someone who can casually write those kinds of fairy tales would need to steal an old farmer's pile of old papers? Where's the logic in that?]

I don't care about others, I only know that I genuinely cried while reading "To Live." How could something like this be copied?

[Don't rush to take sides. Let's hear what he has to say. The fact that he dared to use holographic technology today means he's confident.]

[It's pitiful... a disabled person living like this is still being attacked and criticized by the entire internet.]

[Don't play the victim; disability is not a shield. Plagiarism is plagiarism.]

[Both "To Live" and "The Little Prince" are heartbreaking and heartwarming, respectively, both written by the same person. How could they have such a brain?]

Two million people are waiting to see you exposed, Yu Huashi. Do you dare to respond directly to the plagiarism accusation?

[Teacher Yu, I've been watching your live stream since only four people were watching!]

[Quiet, it seems he's about to speak.]

……

Countless malicious, curious, supportive, and spectator gazes, through that beam of cold light, all fell upon Yu Wen.

This was the first time in his two lifetimes that he had faced such a massive, almost tangible gaze.

Yu Wen, sitting in the light, had an unusually calm expression.

He didn't look at the scrolling comments; he simply addressed the camera calmly:

"Hello everyone, I am Yu Huashi."

"The author of 'To Live'."