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

Yu Wen smiled and shook his head, then casually closed the absurd diagnosis.

The algorithms used by major companies have been completely distorted by capital into "electronic pig troughs" for feeding the lower classes.

If a data doesn't fit the "brainless enjoyment" data model, it doesn't even qualify for publication or inclusion in the database, let alone exposure or signing a contract.

This road is blocked.

Yu Wen decisively withdrew from "Yuntu Literature".

Now that the beast's appetite has been spoiled, it must find another way out.

He quickly searched the StarNet's basic forums and publishing information sections for distribution channels that could bypass this extreme "dopamine algorithm".

Half an hour later, his eyes were drawn to a new website called "Weiguang Literature".

This is a small company that just received angel investment.

Caught between giants monopolies, the founding team of this website adopted a slightly different approach in order to seize market share. They believed that the long-term "dopamine bombardment" had caused some readers to develop resistance, so they tried to promote "emotional diversity." Even sadness, horror, or depression could be approved and published as long as they could elicit a strong physiological response.

Although this kind of "innovation" is still aimed at extracting emotional value from readers, in the cyberpunk online literature world dominated by giants, this slightly different genre has managed to retain a little breathing space.

After all, the world is always chasing new thrills, otherwise it wouldn't have evolved to such an extreme degree.

"You're the one."

After careful consideration, Yu Wen registered an account on "Weiguang Literature".

I adopted the pen name "Yu Huashi" as a way of paying tribute to the big shot.

The initial review AI here is indeed much more lenient. Although the pressure on "To Live" was extremely high, it still passed the initial document review smoothly.

Book title: To Live.

Synopsis: [Humans live for the sake of living itself, not for anything beyond living.]

Click to upload and publish!

After doing all this, Yu Wen leaned wearily against the back of his wheelchair, feeling as if all his strength had been drained away, and a faint stinging pain began to rise in the depths of his nerves as the effects of the medication wore off.

"Squeak—"

From the corner, a soft creak came from the makeshift bed pieced together from discarded packaging boxes and old foam pads.

Yu Yin rubbed her sleepy eyes and sat up from the tattered blanket.

She didn't fall asleep until late last night.

Using the dim light from the screen, she saw Yu Wen still sitting in front of the computer and was immediately startled. She quickly ran over barefoot onto the cold, rough cement floor.

"Brother, you didn't sleep all night?!"

Yu Yin's voice was filled with undisguised heartache. Touching Yu Wen's icy hand, her eyes reddened even more. "Your legs are already bad, how could you stay up all night!"

Yu Wen forced a weak smile and patted her rough hand with the back of his hand:

"It's okay, I just sorted out my thoughts a bit, I'm going to sleep now."

"You're always like this..."

Yu Yin bit her lip, not blaming him too much, and turned to walk towards the "kitchen" in another corner of the basement.

"Brother, you must be hungry. Lie down for a bit, I'll get you something to eat."

Yu Wen turned his wheelchair around and quietly watched his sister's busy figure.

The so-called "kitchen" was actually just a rusty metal countertop.

On top was a makeshift heating furnace, illegally modified from discarded electromagnetic coils, with dangerous charred spots covering the heating wires.

Yu Yin skillfully picked up a plastic measuring cup with a chipped edge and walked to the cheap water filter next to her.

In this downtown area, clean water is an extreme luxury.

The water filter made a labored pumping sound, "drip, drip," and it took a long time to filter out a small half cup of slightly yellowish, turbid water.

She poured water into a small iron pot whose bottom was already bulging and deformed from the heat, and pressed the heating switch.

The furnace wire flickered twice, then struggled to emit a dark red light.

Then, Yu Yin tiptoed and carefully reached into the deepest part of the metal cabinet to pull out a grayish-white cube.

That was the lowest-class food in the lower city: "Type III industrial synthetic starch blocks".

This stuff is as hard as a gypsum board, with no natural grains in it, and tastes like chewing a mixture of hay and cheap glue.

Yu Yin picked up a slightly dull knife and forcefully shaved the starch lumps into pieces, scraping them into the boiling water.

The white powder tumbled in the water, quickly turning into a pot of grayish-white, lifeless paste, with a faint, astringent smell, similar to damp cardboard, filling the air.

Looking at this stuff that was worse than pig feed, Yu Wen felt as if his heart was being rubbed by rough sandpaper.

A ten-year-old girl, at the age when she should be growing, is forced to fill her stomach with this kind of industrial waste.

When the porridge was almost done cooking, Yu Yin paused for a moment, as if he had made up his mind.

She turned around and took out a glass bottle, smaller than her little finger and resembling an oral liquid, from a tattered cloth bag hanging on the wall.

That was a small amount of "synthetic meat extract" that the foreman had given her as a reward when she exceeded her quota at the scrap yard the day before yesterday.

Just a single drop can give the whole pot of starch porridge a fake meaty aroma.

For the poor who rarely see oil, this is a rare and precious condiment that they can only afford to use during festivals.

Yu Yin swallowed hard, her throat dry, and carefully unscrewed the cap.

She took the slightly intact, chipped bowl, filled it to the brim with the paste, then tilted the small bottle and, with remarkable steady wrist movement, dripped two drops of yellow liquid into Yu Wen's bowl.

Then, she quickly tightened the bottle cap and stuffed it back into the cloth bag like she was hiding a treasure.

As for her own broken bowl, it only contained a little bit of the remaining water and starch paste from the bottom of the pot, nothing else was added.

"Brother, eat it while it's hot."

Yu Yin, carrying the bowl that smelled of cheap meat, walked quickly to Yu Wen, her pale face once again displaying that carefree, bright smile.

"I added some special ingredients today, it smells amazing!"

She handed the bowl to Yu Wen like a treasure, her clear, big eyes looking at him expectantly.

Looking at the two drops of barely dissolved yellow grease in the bowl, and then at the half-bowl of clear soup in Yu Yin's hand that contained nothing, Yu Wen's hand holding the spoon trembled slightly.

He lowered his head and swallowed the bowl of scalding hot starch paste in large gulps. The taste of the cheap flavoring lingered in his mouth, bitter and scorching, yet it burned all the way to his heart.

"Is it tasty?"

Yu Yin asked with a smile, then picked up the broken bowl herself and sipped the half-bowl of tasteless porridge as if she were eating some kind of delicacy.

"tasty."