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

[I got goosebumps all over... It was all sentient beings who enlightened the Buddha, it was ants that lifted up the clouds!]

Good grief, they dared to shout that directly at the clouds!

My dad worked his whole life by the reactor; he called it the backbone. I thank Professor Yu on his behalf.

[Front row seat, this is a good quote to use as a signature from now on]

[Those in wheelchairs are even more assertive than those of us with good legs, awesome!]

[Yu Huashi!!! The backbone of the Lower City!!!]

[Spinal Cord +1]

……

This live stream has now ceased to be a live stream.

These words, spoken by Yu Wen in "Me and the Temple of Heaven," seem to have grown wings and flown out layer by layer in this city that has been folded for a hundred years.

The number of viewers in the live stream was jumping up like crazy.

Later, the string of numbers simply became a blurry mess, and no one bothered to look at it closely anymore.

The comments were no longer being sent one by one, but rather flooding in in large swaths, completely obscuring the screen.

Before I could even see one clearly, a new one was already installed.

[A masterpiece! That night, I had goosebumps all night long.]

I recorded the whole thing; I want to keep it for my son so he can watch it when he grows up.

[Forget AI-powered wish-fulfillment novels, forget dopamine, tonight I've finally learned what truly good stuff is.]

But what truly transformed that night from a mere disturbance into a major event was that one sentence:

"Death is something that should not be rushed."

Someone, I don't know, first extracted this sentence, paired it with a frame of Yu Wen sitting in a wheelchair calmly raising his eyes, and posted it into the city's public information feed.

Then it just wouldn't stop.

Some readers, deeply mired in pain, despair, and confusion to the point of contemplating suicide, pressed the share button with trembling fingers that night.

[Nightclub worker]: "I had already reached the edge of the rooftop today. I always felt that fate was unfair. Why should I be the one suffering? But when I heard this disabled writer say, 'Don't talk about justice, leave it to chance,' I suddenly felt relieved. Death is an inevitable festival, so why should I rush it? I have to try to live a little longer."

[Prosthetic Body Repairman - Lao Li]: "Suffering is unavoidable, but we can choose how to live. Teacher Yu taught me only two ways to save myself: one is to pat my numb legs and accept this messed-up self; the other is to turn around and look at the person who is still waiting for you behind you and has left a hot meal for you."

【The Night Watchman of the Used Bookstore】: "Those who stand on the clouds want to prove that they are unworthy of their positions, but he doesn't need any philosophical degree. His existence itself is the greatest positive response to fate. He endured the extreme pain with his body, but left us with the gentleness of the starry sky."

In the downtown area, in a warehouse filled with scrap parts, a girl who makes a living by sorting electronic waste huddled in a corner, staring blankly at her empty accounting terminal.

She has lost count of how many times the agency has withheld her wages.

After saving money for a year, it seems I still can't afford the fare to leave this radiation-affected city.

At that moment, she truly didn't want to hold on any longer.

But just then, these words caught her eye.

She stared at that line of text for a very long time.

Finally, he wiped his face and turned the old terminal back on.

She thought, there's still a long way to go, I'll try again and see how things go.

In a dark apartment building in the central district, a young man who had taken the exam three times and had just received his third rejection letter sat alone on the floor.

He thought he had made it to the end.

That sentence left him stunned for a long time.

Don't rush.

He told himself to try again for another year.

At worst, I'll just consider it as living another year.

There was also an elderly technician whose job was taken over by AI, who sat outside the employment agency for an entire afternoon.

A girl who busked under the neon lights and was hailed by the crowd all night...

They were complete strangers, scattered in various corners of the city, and had all reached the point where they were about to collapse.

But that night, they all came across the same message:

"Death is something that shouldn't be rushed..."

Someone awkwardly commented below: "After reading this, I've decided not to rush things, but to try and keep going."

Someone said, "I've endured this for so long, and tonight, for the first time, I feel that enduring it might not have been meaningless."

Some people said nothing, but silently saved the sentence along with the book called "To Live," keeping it for when they couldn't stay awake any longer, to take it out and read it again.

In this rigidly hierarchical city where AI has captured all the joys and sorrows, people have long been accustomed to the cheap happiness fed by algorithms.

They hadn't heard a truly heartfelt, clumsy yet passionate word in so long.

As people savored the food, more and more of them suddenly felt a lump in their throats.

"I finally understand this person tonight." This is what one of the top-rated comments read.

He wrote "To Live," a book filled with suffering and death. One by one, Fugui's loved ones pass away; he portrays death and suffering with such clarity and intensity.

[But tonight, sitting in the live broadcast studio, it was he who personally told us that "death is not something to be rushed" and urged us to live well.]

He wrote down all the most unbearable suffering and the cruelest death in the world for you, then turned around and sat beside you, gently saying, "Don't rush off, live well."

He didn't let you fall into despair; instead, he reached out and pulled you back.

Such thoughts, such a broad mind, I'm truly moved to tears.

Under this road, thousands of floors were instantly built.

[Yeah... He's the one who killed you off, and he's also the one who advised you to live well...]

It's all his fault, whether he lives or dies!

Most people write about suffering to make you cry.

He writes about suffering so that, in your most desperate moments, you can still live.

He understood the weight of death better than anyone, which is why his words "live well" carried so much weight. It wasn't just empty talk; it came from someone who, having witnessed everything, still chose to believe in "living."

I'm devastated. This isn't just a web novel writer; this is someone who truly understands the world and still wants to pull us forward.

This isn't someone who writes online novels; this is someone who's here to save people.