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

Along with the intense emotional fluctuations, his already neurasthenic brain began to ache faintly.

This old ailment, belonging to the original owner, felt like countless tiny needles pricking his brain, making him gasp involuntarily.

I can't think about it any further.

Yu Wen reached out and took the nutrient solution with a strawberry pattern that Yu Yin had brought back from the table.

The little girl said that this stuff can relieve brain nerve fatigue.

He bit open the bottle and tilted his head back to drink it all in one gulp.

The taste was a bit strange, like a metallic liquid mixed with cheap flavoring.

But a few seconds later, a strange cool sensation quickly rose up the esophagus to the brain.

The stinging sensation receded instantly like a receding tide, replaced by an unprecedented clarity.

Yu Wen felt as if his brain was a rusty old machine that had been suddenly injected with the finest lubricant, and the gears began to spin at an incredible speed.

Then, something shocking happened.

Those images that were originally buried deep in the corners of his memory and had long been blurred began to be re-concretized in his mind with extremely high resolution.

He remembered the window seat in the university library of his previous life, and the yellowed copy of "To Live" he held in his hands.

Page 1... Page 3... Page 50...

Those printed words, those paragraphs he had only skimmed, seemed to come alive, appearing before his eyes without missing a single punctuation mark!

This cyber-era potion can actually activate the hippocampus to this extent?!

Or is this a temporary mutation similar to "hyperthymesia" caused by the fusion of two souls and the stimulation of drugs?

Yu Wen didn't have time to delve into the scientific principles; he only knew that the opportunity had arrived and would be fleeting.

If the effects of the medication wear off, he might never remember it again.

He clenched his fists, his knuckles making a slight cracking sound, and then placed his ten fingers on the retro mechanical keyboard.

He did not choose the most popular speech-to-text method of the time.

When faced with this work, reading it aloud always feels light and airy, as if something is missing.

Only the damping sensation of the metal keycaps being pressed down heavily by fingertips, only the crisp sound of the keystrokes, can match the weight of that heavy suffering.

"Da, da, da..."

In the basement, the steady tapping of a keyboard began, echoing in the quiet night like the sound of some ancient ritual.

Yu Wen's gaze turned calm, shutting out the flashing holographic neon lights outside, the approaching debt deadline, and even the cold wheelchair beneath him.

He entered a wonderful state of extreme focus.

He remembered "To Live" word for word, and even Yu Hua's preface. Out of respect for the author, he copied... oops, he wrote down the preface as well!

Can something done by a scholar be considered plagiarism?

On the old computer screen, Yu Wen typed out "To Live" word by word, steadily and patiently:

A true writer writes only for the sake of his heart; only his heart can truly tell him how prominent his selfishness and his nobility are.

[His inner self allowed him to truly understand himself, and once he understood himself, he understood the world.]

...typing...

...typing...

In the dimly lit basement, only the eerie blue glow of the screen and the clatter of the old mechanical keyboard echoed.

"Da, da, da..."

With the help of that cheap nerve relaxant, Yu Wen's brain was like a sophisticated old-fashioned typewriter.

The book "To Live," which he had read countless times in his past life memories, is now transforming into rows of Chinese characters, rapidly unfolding in the blank documents of the cyber age.

Without an outline or a plan, he simply transported, word by word, the suffering and resilience etched deep within his soul to this spiritually barren world.

Before I knew it, the word count in the lower right corner of the document had already surpassed the "20000" mark.

Yu Wen stopped his ten fingers, which were so sore they were almost stiff.

A full six hours of high-intensity output.

For a skilled keyboardist, typing three to four thousand words per hour is a normal speed, without needing to brainstorm ideas or get stuck.

Supported by the effects of the medicine, Yu Wen didn't stop for a second and endured six hours to complete the first draft of 20,000 words.

These 20,000 words wouldn't even qualify as the beginning of one of those AI-driven wish-fulfillment novels of this era, where characters could "cancele off their engagement in three seconds and destroy the world in ten seconds."

But in "To Live", those 20,000 words are enough to tell the story of an ordinary person's otherwise mundane life and to completely tear it apart.

These 20,000 words of plot are like a dull knife, cutting open Fugui's bloody first half of life.

The story begins with the encounter between "I," who was collecting folk songs in the countryside, and the old farmer Fugui, quickly transitioning into Fugui's absurd youth.

As a wealthy young master who flaunted his wealth by riding on the back of a fat prostitute while dressed in silk, he was tricked by the cunning Long Er in a brothel and lost all of the Xu family's ancestral property of more than 100 acres in one night.

What followed was a rapid descent into hell.

Fu Gui's father died on the latrine; his pregnant wife, Jia Zhen, was forcibly taken back to the city by her father-in-law with great fanfare; Fu Gui became a penniless tenant farmer.

There's no cheat code, no system awakening, and no satisfying feeling of revenge.

Only the heavy hammer of fate continued to strike this man named Fugui.

Looking at the dense text on the screen, Yu Wen took a deep breath, but a huge sense of unease inexplicably rose in his heart.

In this electronic wasteland filled with "three-second annulment and ten-second godhood," can this story of suffering, which lacks even a trace of dopamine stimulation, really make a splash?

Do those at the bottom who have long been accustomed to being fed false pleasure by "cyber pacifiers" still have the patience to chew on this heavy suffering?

Yu Wen had no idea.

It's like throwing a piece of raw iron into a bottomless, stagnant pool. It might make an echo, or it might be directly judged as "invalid garbage data" by the platform's AI and sink silently.

But he had no way out.

There are less than seven days left before the debt is enforced.

Twenty thousand words is exactly the threshold for new book creation and signing stipulated by the "Yuntu Literature" platform.

Yu Wen gripped the mouse, skillfully encrypting and packaging the document. Then, with a heavy heart, he deducted the few remaining Star Coins from the original account to purchase an underlying "blockchain timestamp".

In this cyber age, although the law serves capital, the underlying hash value imprint is irrefutable evidence that cannot be tampered with.

Having learned his lesson the hard way, he would never upload nude videos again.

After completing the copyright registration, Yu Wen logged into the "Yuntu Literature" backend and clicked on "Create New Work".

In this era of big AI, any text must undergo "mandatory trend review" by the platform's central authority before it can be officially archived and published.

This is a consensus across the internet: AI will determine whether a book is qualified to be read on human reading devices based on the dopamine stimulation level of the text.

Yu Wen imported 20,000 words into the review box and pressed [Submit Calculation].

The progress bar on the screen was flashing rapidly.

Just three seconds later, a crisp "beep" sounded, and a densely packed "AI Work Evaluation and Diagnosis Report" popped out.

Yu Wen leaned closer to take a look, and couldn't help but twitch his lips, then chuckled softly.

Unsurprisingly, this work, which is worthy of being hailed as a literary masterpiece, was criticized utterly worthless by the AI ​​of a major tech company:

[Work Rating: Deadly Scrap (F-)]

[Diagnostic Report: This text severely violates the "golden three-second thrill rule" of the AI ​​era. The tone is extremely depressing, bordering on severe "protagonist abuse," and the protagonist lacks basic counter-attack abilities.]

Suggested modifications:

1. Casino Plot: The protagonist, a young master, suffers a series of defeats that severely impair his intelligence. It is recommended that he immediately bind to the "King of Gamblers System" to expose Long Er's cheating on the spot, win all of Long Er's family fortune, and complete a face-slapping reversal.

2. Couple plot: Driving away the pregnant wife Jia Zhen is likely to cause readers to dislike the character. It is suggested that the character be redeemed by the protagonist "in order to protect his wife, who is the daughter of a reclusive tycoon, from being hunted down by enemies".

3. Father's death: Falling to his death from a cesspool is neither aesthetically pleasing nor respectable. It is suggested to change it to "The father sacrificed himself to protect the family's treasure, taking down a top assassin along with him," and passing on his unparalleled cultivation skills to the protagonist before his death.

4. Sharecropper storyline: Becoming a sharecropper offers no enjoyment. It's suggested that the protagonist awaken the "Shennong Space" in the thatched hut, grow advanced gene-enhancing drugs, and attract various wealthy tycoons begging for their services.

[Warning: If modifications are not made according to the above guidelines, the platform will refuse to include the data to avoid polluting the underlying corpus.]