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

On the holographic screen, as Yu Wen finished speaking, the entire living room became completely silent.

The smart sofa silently adjusted its curves against Lu Chenyuan's back.

But this time, the person sitting up felt an inexplicable awkwardness for the first time.

The Caucasian Shepherd at my feet stopped pacing and lay down obediently, as if it could also smell the chill on its owner's body.

It is all sentient beings who have enlightened the Buddha.

It is the ants that have lifted up the clouds.

Those two sentences kept swirling in his mind.

"Young Master, we've detected an abnormality in your heart rate. Would you like to...?"

"go out."

The android butler's eyes flashed blue twice, then he bowed, picked up the silver tray, and quietly withdrew.

He was the only one left in the huge living room.

Lu Chenyuan stood up and walked to the huge monocrystalline silicon floor-to-ceiling window.

His gaze pierced through the clouds and landed on the lower city area shrouded in exhaust fumes, which he had always regarded as a "stress test sandbox".

Countless tiny lights flickered in the dust and haze.

He has stood in front of this window for more than twenty years.

For more than 20 years, he looked down at this area of ​​lights as if looking down at a fluctuating data screen, showing which areas were crying and which were laughing.

Those weren't tens of millions of lives; they were an inexhaustible library of emotional samples used to feed his "muse," his "fools."

He never thought about seeing what kind of people were behind those lights.

Because it is not necessary.

Those people, and the dog lying at his feet, were no different in essence in his eyes.

But today, a person stood up in that sample library.

A man sitting in a rusty wheelchair, penniless, worn down to his last breath by fate.

According to his calculations, such a person should have been the first to give up.

It was this very person who calmly told him that it was the lights he had never paid any attention to before, and the hands that tightened screws for him in the radioactive dust, that had lifted up this clean cloud beneath his feet.

He is not a condescending observer.

He was the one who was lifted up.

Lu Chenyuan suddenly realized something absurd.

He spent his whole life calculating people's hearts, accurately predicting vanity, fear, and how a person will collapse when pushed to the brink. He never failed.

In his eyes, people have always been problems that can be solved.

But this young man couldn't have foreseen it.

How can someone who's been trampled into the mud still stand so straight?

It's unbelievable that the "injustice" that has overwhelmed countless people has become the root of his problems in his mouth.

This kind of thing has never existed in his algorithm.

His cloud-like existence, where he can have anything he wants, will never grow.

After a long while, Lu Chenyuan chuckled softly.

It was impossible to tell from that laughter whether it was anger at losing or something else.

He turned around and looked at the ever-calm face on the screen, this time no longer looking down at it.

"Yu Wen..."

……

Douyang's live stream room.

[Holy crap, where's that "cultural scholar" from the upper district? Where did he go? Come out and keep arguing!]

[Where is he? Wasn't he just spouting nonsense, all those lines? Did Teacher Yu slap him so hard his neural interface short-circuited?]

[Hahaha, what the hell is this "who suffers is up to chance" nonsense?! It's a coincidence that you have clean genes, and it's a coincidence that I was born in radioactive dust, so what are you so arrogant about?!]

[That guy's probably hiding somewhere in the Upper City, furiously smashing his smart terminal! He originally wanted to use class distinctions to crush us, but Teacher Yu's one sentence completely stripped them of their Upper City's 'moral superiority'.]

[Exactly! Without me tightening screws in the lower city, your spotless upper city wouldn't be anything! Pretending to be the most civilized while sucking the dirtiest blood, now you've got your underwear ripped off!]

[I was really taken aback by his "cheap placebo" argument just now, and I felt so frustrated I almost started to doubt myself. Now all I want to say to that executive is: If you haven't experienced the acid rain in the downtown area, you're not qualified to judge how strong my backbone is!]

[That narratology influencer, the author of the exposé post, and this scholar from Shangcheng District—all the monsters and freaks that Yuntu invited today—were used by Professor Yu as foundation stones for his new book. I'm so happy!]

This is a dramatic fall from grace, a meteoric rise from humble beginnings!

……

Yu Wen looked at the camera, at the rapidly increasing number of online viewers, and let out a long sigh of relief.

The energy that sustained him through intense concentration and the forceful resistance to the scrutiny of two million people finally dissipated.

The exhaustion from working at high intensity all day long, and the soreness from maintaining the same posture for a long time, surged up like a tidal wave at this moment.

The old clothes on my back were soaked with cold sweat and clung stickily to my back, while my legs were throbbing with sharp pains from nerve compression.

But the expression on his face was more relaxed than ever before.

He knew that from then on, both the original owner's injustice of plagiarism and his own foothold in this cyber wasteland were completely secured.

"Everything that needed to be said tonight has been said."

Yu Wen leaned slightly forward towards the camera, his tone gentle yet solemn:

"The story of 'To Live' truly comes to a complete end here."

"Thank you for listening tonight, and I hope that what I just said can shield you from the wind and rain as you travel through the mud."