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

Upper City, Eden Floating Island

On Saturday morning, the sunlight was still precisely filtered to the wavelength most suitable for human endocrine function, shining on the natural cashmere carpet in the temperature-controlled living room.

Lu Chenyuan, dressed in a custom-made silk morning robe, leaned back in the large smart sofa.

The purebred Caucasian Shepherd was lying obediently at his feet, enjoying the precise grooming of its fur by the robotic arm.

"Young Master."

The android butler, dressed in a tuxedo, glided silently over, its blue eyes flashing and projecting a holographic data dashboard.

"The Spark Cup rankings experienced unusual fluctuations in the early hours of the morning that were not based on algorithmic logic. A work called 'Living' surged to 19th place in just eight hours without any capital backing."

Lu Chenyuan casually picked up his glass of iced water: "Ninety thousand words? Doesn't the Spark Cup's recommendation algorithm automatically filter out substandard works under one hundred thousand words? Have you found out which company is manipulating the rankings?"

"There was no capital involvement. Its exposure came entirely from user-generated peer-to-peer sharing and the overreaching promotion by the official reviewers of the Weiguang platform."

The butler pulled up a set of dark blue band data. "The most unusual thing is its 'physiological resonance data.' Last night, this book caused a terrifying drop in the heart rate of living readers, reaching an extreme of 42%. But the 'Muse' grand model cannot analyze its text."

"Unable to resolve?"

Lu Chenyuan paused slightly.

"Yes. No standard emotional trigger words such as 'heartbreaking' or 'utterly devastated' were detected in the text. The AI ​​cannot understand why a passage without emotionally eliciting words could evoke such a strong resonance in carbon-based life forms."

Lu Chenyuan stared at the few lines of dry feedback report on the screen, and the arrogant nonchalance in his eyes gradually faded.

In an era where all emotions can be precisely calculated by large models, how can there be emotional codes that even the "Muse" cannot decipher?

"That's interesting."

Lu Chenyuan placed the ice water on the marble tabletop, leaning forward slightly. "Butler, send this 90,000-word text to my private terminal. I want to see for myself how this primitive brain of the Lower City bypassed the algorithm and hacked into the tear ducts of millions of people."

……

Underground studio in Zhongcheng District

"Bang!"

The studio owner, Lao Zhao, slammed half a cup of synthetic coffee onto the table, the brown liquid splashing onto the keyboard.

Dozens of keyword architects who were working overtime turned around and looked at Lao Zhao, whose face was gloomy.

"Can anyone tell me what's going on?"

Old Zhao pointed to the real-time leaderboard of the Spark Cup on the right-hand screen.

Their studio's key project, "Abyss Walker," which involved devoting all its computing power to precisely calculating the dopamine threshold for each instance, was originally ranked 11th.

But now, it's ranked 12th.

What pushed it out was a new book with a cover covered in mosaics and a total of only 90,000 words.

"Brother Zhao, this data is definitely manipulated!"

The script proofreader next to me pushed up his glasses and leaned closer:

"How could 90,000 words possibly break into the top twenty? It hasn't even established a basic power system yet!"

"Screw you! Have you ever seen anyone use tens of thousands of individual monthly votes and unsolicited recommendation votes to inflate their ranking?"

Old Zhao's face turned ashen, and he immediately brought up the page for "To Live":

"Go, copy its latest chapter and throw it into our big model! Extract its exciting pacing and emotional twist formulas, and immediately patch 'Abyss Walker'!"

An architect frantically began to work on it.

"Extracting 'emotional anchors'... Brother Zhao, extraction failed!"

"What do you mean by failure?!"

The architect stared at the jumbled mess of code on the screen, a look of utter disbelief on his face.

"The big model says this text is illogical. The protagonist's son went to donate blood, and the antagonist drained him dry without any threats. The protagonist didn't awaken superpowers or storm the hospital for revenge; instead... he secretly buried his son. The AI ​​judges this as a 'serious flaw,' and forcibly integrating it will cause our story to completely collapse!"

Old Zhao stood there, stunned, staring at the dry, lifeless description of death on the screen.

This group of assembly line foremen, who spend their days scheming to get AI to write "satisfying" content, are like blind people trying to measure a black hole with a ruler when faced with truly unreasonable and realistic suffering, falling into complete cognitive paralysis.

Old Zhao stroked his rough stubble, pulled up a chair, sat down, and immediately opened the first chapter of "To Live." "Everyone, stop what you're doing for a moment. I want to read this book and see what kind of divine plot twist it uses to make the first three chapters so fast-paced."

……

Underground computer room at the border of Xiacheng District and Zhongcheng District

On a matrix workbench composed of six screens, a gaunt man wearing thick-rimmed black glasses was biting an unlit synthetic cigarette, his fingers frantically typing on the keyboard.

"Damn it, what the hell? The trending topics list on the Weiguang platform has completely changed!"

He stared at the latest data scraped by the web crawler. The search box, which had previously been dominated by "mechanical mutation" and "collapse of conglomerates," was now flooded with several inexplicable terms:

[Yoo-kyung's blood test]

Fengxia suffered a difficult childbirth.

[Jiazhen's rickets]

Fugui is alive

"What the hell are these traffic-driving keywords?" The man grabbed a handful of his greasy hair in frustration. "Whatever, I'll just add them wherever the traffic is! Activate the main model and add these keywords to the new chapter of 'SSS-Level Plunder'!"

He roughly pulled the parameter lever: "Generated settings: The villain is named Youqing, a vampire with the ability to 'drain blood'; the second female lead is named Fengxia, who has the ability to release poison gas during 'difficult childbirth'! Let the male lead devour them!"

Two seconds later, the secondary screen began to scroll through low-quality battle scenes stitched together by AI based on these keywords.

The man sneered and clicked upload directly.

……

Zhongcheng District, Xingyao Media IP Incubation Meeting Room

On the same weekend morning, several IP product managers in suits were urgently called back to the company.

On the holographic projection screen hung the cover of an old, yellowish-brown newspaper—"To Live".

"Can anyone explain this bizarre product to me from a commercial monetization perspective?"

The project manager rubbed his temples, looking at the newly printed abnormal fluctuation report in his hand, feeling as if he were reading a book written in a foreign language.

"Within 24 hours, online discussion has exploded. But the strangest thing is that in the past few hours, a large number of high-net-worth core female readers who purchased our 'virtual companion' service, and even some VIPs who paid for the domineering CEO romance, are massively migrating to the book's comment section!"

The supervisor pounded on the table, his face filled with disbelief: "This book doesn't even have a second male lead, no battle-damaged skins, no cool weapons. Who are they spending money on?"

The operator on the other end swallowed hard and shook his head, indicating that he couldn't understand it either.

"Forget it, you can't figure out business logic by guessing."

The supervisor sighed, tossed the report from his terminal onto the conference table, and turned on his retinal projector. "Post the original link to my personal channel. I want to read it myself and see what kind of hidden 'emotional hooks' this author is using to induce paid consumption. Even if it's garbage, if it can generate this kind of buzz, I have to find out what its selling point is."