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

In the basement, the old computer case fan hummed softly.

Yu Wen looked at the author backstage area of ​​Weiguang Literature.

Just now, the moment the page was refreshed, the red lock icon that was stuck in the word count update column, symbolizing the "anti-depression mechanism," unexpectedly turned into a green color representing unimpeded access.

The restrictions have been lifted?

A hint of surprise flashed in Yu Wen's eyes, and he casually opened the system's message notification bar.

A reply with an official verification mark is highlighted and pinned to the top below his previous post, "Author's Note".

[Reviewer 073: After manual review... While the current plot of this work has a heavy tone, it has not yet reached the threshold for mental pollution as determined by the system... Therefore, the AI ​​lock command is rejected, and normal update permissions are restored.]

The official reply had already been flooded with hundreds of comments, with many readers who had been following the story giving it a thumbs up.

[Wow, the human reviewers are amazing! The Weiguang platform finally did something decent!]

[May reviewer #073 live a long and peaceful life! This algorithm that prevents depression should have been fixed a long time ago; it almost suffocated this old man, Fugui, in the fields!]

Does the removal of permissions mean a surge in updates? Author, come out and post your backlog! I want to see how Fugui rises to power!

Looking at these lively comments, Yu Wen's lips curled up slightly.

It seems that even in this cyber wasteland ruled by algorithms, there are still living beings with eyes.

Now that the shackles had been removed, he didn't hesitate and quickly opened his local archive.

Drag and drop, select all, copy, paste.

Fugui toiled in the fields when his mother suddenly fell seriously ill. He rushed to the city with the last bit of money his family had left to fetch a doctor. In the chaotic streets, he encountered Kuomintang troops, was beaten with rifle butts and batons, and was eventually forcibly incorporated into an artillery company along with a group of innocent civilians to serve as cannon fodder.

These nearly six thousand words, heavy as cast iron, were crammed into the update box by Yu Wen in one go.

"Click".

Press the Enter key.

The total number of words displayed in the backend jumped instantly from 24,000 to a full 30,000.

After doing all this, Yu Wen let out a long sigh of relief.

The drafts folder is empty.

Next comes the real bayonet fighting.

I need to build up my word count now in order to handle future updates.

"Yinyin."

Yu Wen turned his head and looked at his younger sister, who was carefully spreading out a new blanket beside the bunk bed:

"Bring over one of the new medicines I bought yesterday, brother."

"good!"

Yu Yin immediately put down what she was doing, carefully took out the metal box from the inside pocket of her coat, took out a medium-level nerve blocker and handed it over.

Yu Wen took the properly packaged medicine, which was free of any rust, unscrewed the cap, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

Unlike inferior medicines that have a pungent industrial chemical smell, this medicine has a slight minty coolness.

The moment the liquid slid down the esophagus, the nerve endings that had been throbbing in the cerebral cortex felt as if they were gently enveloped by a layer of soft gel.

There was no dizziness, no nausea, only a long-lost sense of clarity that returned to my mind.

"Genuine products are indeed different."

Yu Wen sighed softly and stretched his wrists.

He reached out and straightened the battle-damaged 2D camera that was tied to the water pipe, adjusting the angle so that the lens just framed his hands and the badly worn mechanical keyboard.

He then opened the Douyang Live app in the background and pressed the "Start Broadcast" button.

"Click".

"Crackling and popping—"

When the medicine took full effect, Yu Wen's hands once again became afterimages.

The crisp clanging of mechanical shafts echoed in the basement like a dense downpour.

Without the constraint of pain, and with the gentle soothing effect of the intermediate-level drug on his brain nerves, his typing speed was almost twice as fast as yesterday, and lines of text spread across the screen like mercury.

Yu Yin was making the bed when she heard the loud keyboard noise, so she stopped and went to the computer desk.

She stared with her clear, large eyes at Yu Wen's hands moving so fast on the keyboard that her fingers were almost invisible, her mouth slightly agape.

"elder brother……"

Yu Yin blinked, her voice full of surprise:

"I feel like you've typed much faster today!"

Yu Wen's gaze remained fixed on the constantly appearing Chinese characters on the screen, his fingers never pausing, only a gentle smile playing on his lips:

"I just switched to a new medication and I'm feeling good."

Yu Yin nodded, her gaze sweeping along the edge of the computer screen, when she suddenly noticed the old webcam tied to the water pipe, which was flashing a faint red light.

"Brother, why is that red light on?"

Yu Yin pointed curiously: "Are you live-streaming this?"

In this era, live streaming is usually something that only young masters and ladies in the upper city wearing fancy exoskeletons or fully armed explorers in heavily irradiated areas do. People from the lower class living in moldy basements seem to have nothing to do with such glamorous vocabulary.

"Um."

Yu Wen responded softly, his hands still pounding away on the keyboard. He smiled and casually explained:

"Since I'm just killing time anyway, I might as well start a live stream and see if I can earn some extra money to buy nutrient solutions."

Upon hearing that it was for earning extra money, Yu Yin didn't disturb him further and simply stood obediently to the side.

Although she couldn't understand what the dense text on the screen was saying, looking at her brother's focused profile, his upright back even while sitting in his old wheelchair, and his hands that seemed to be able to spell magic, the little girl's eyes shone with undisguised admiration.

"elder brother."

Yu Yin gripped the edge of the table with both hands, her voice soft yet brimming with genuine pride:

"You seem to have gotten even better than before!"

Yu Wen paused slightly as he typed the spacebar.

He turned his head during the line break and looked at his sister's small face, which appeared somewhat thin but very clean under the screen's dim blue light, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

"Go take a break, I'm going to keep hitting the keys for a while."

Yu Wen said softly.

"I'm not sleepy!"

Yu Yin moved the plastic folding chair over and sat down next to Yu Wen.

In the past, after school every day, she would rush to the scrap yard to do a high-intensity sorting job, and she would almost always fall asleep as soon as she got back to the basement.

But today, because she was waiting for Teacher Chen's home visit, she took a rare day off and didn't go to work. At this moment, she felt no fatigue at all and was full of energy.

She rested her chin on her hands, quietly sitting beside him, as if watching a wonderful performance.

In the basement, the sound of the worn-out mechanical keyboard continued to echo rhythmically.

Meanwhile, on the other end of the cyber network, the update that was suddenly thrown into the network was like a depth charge, quietly sinking into the torrent of data.