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

The rising arrow representing popularity was so red it looked like it was dripping blood. With a mere 90,000 words, it smashed the gates of the top ten and stood alongside those million-word masterpieces built by large corporations using supercomputers!

"Tick-tock".

A drop of water from the cup fell onto the keyboard, making a soft sound.

Yu Wen slowly put down his water glass, looked at the exaggeratedly high level of heat that seemed to be overflowing from the screen, and took a deep breath of the humid air in the basement.

He looked down at his two numb, crippled legs covered with a thin blanket.

When I first transmigrated to this world, I was faced with the mess left by the original owner, and the desperate situation of possibly starving to death at any time, being unable to pay rent, and being thrown away to have my organs harvested.

Desperate, he decided to try his luck by relying on the time-tested classic literary works from his previous life to earn some money in this algorithm-dominated literary wasteland.

He chose "To Live" because it was painful enough, and also because he firmly believed that no matter how technology alienates human organs, humanity's resonance with "survival" and "suffering" is engraved in the deepest part of our carbon-based genes.

He did anticipate that the deaths of Youqing and Fengxia would cause a wave of public opinion, and even fantasized that the book could help him earn money to send his sister to school and treat his leg.

But... directly breaking into the top ten?

Without capital promotion or automated ranking manipulation, this novel of less than 100,000 words was propelled into the highest hall of fame controlled by major capital groups by relying solely on the hard-earned money of tens or hundreds of yuan collected by thousands of readers and countless humble pleas for "please have mercy on my writing."

This is not a wave.

This is a massive, level-ten tsunami that could completely upside down the entire cyberpunk literature industry's production line!

"It seems..."

Yu Wen looked at the screen, rubbed his temples with a wry smile:

"I underestimated the destructive power of Yu Hua's blunt knife, and I also underestimated how deep people's thirst for 'true human emotions' truly is in this seemingly numb era under the neon lights."

The current reaction seems to be much bigger than expected.

Yu Wen rubbed his temples, took a deep breath, and finally managed to suppress the violent heaving in his chest.

"Brother, what's wrong? Is your leg hurting again?"

A clear, slightly flustered voice came from behind.

Yu Yin, who had just finished washing the dishes and was still holding a tattered towel to dry her hands, saw her brother sitting motionless in front of the computer with a stiff back, so she quickly ran over.

She leaned closer to the wheelchair, craning her neck to look at Yu Wen's face, her clear eyes filled with worry:

"Or... this damn computer crashed again? I'll go find Old Li to borrow some tools to fix it..."

"It's not broken."

Yu Wen snapped out of his daze and looked at his sister's nervous expression. His heart, which had been tense from the heavy emotions and massive data of "To Live," softened instantly.

He reached out and gently ruffled Yu Yin's slightly yellow hair, then pointed to the author's earnings summary section on the computer screen.

"Yinyin, look."

Yu Yin followed the direction of his finger and looked at the screen. Under the dim light, the little girl's eyes gradually widened, and her mouth opened slightly.

"Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands... hundreds of thousands..."

Incredulously, she stretched out a slender finger, still wet with water droplets, and ran it over the scratched screen three times.

As she counted to the end, the little girl's voice began to tremble. She turned to look at Yu Wen, her eyes filled with terror.

"Bro...is the system broken? Or did someone transfer money to the wrong account?"

She gripped Yu Wen's sleeve nervously, her voice hushed, as if afraid of being overheard:

"Brother, we absolutely mustn't touch this money... What if the platform discovers there's a system error, or those rich people come knocking on our door saying we stole money? What if they drag you to the mines to do hard labor...?"

In this downtown area where even breathing clean air requires paying taxes, the only outcome of a windfall is that it crushes the poorest of the poor.

Her first reaction wasn't surprise at all, but rather an instinctive fear of this enormous fortune that didn't belong to them.

Seeing his younger sister's alarmed expression, Yu Wen felt a sudden pang of sadness.

"Don't worry, the system isn't broken, and no one has transferred money to the wrong account."

Yu Wen grasped her slightly trembling hand, his voice gentle yet incredibly firm, "This was typed out word by word by your brother. Look at these donation records, and these comments..."

Yu Wen swiped the mouse, letting Yu Yin see the readers' tearful, fragmented donations and the screen full of humble pleas for "please have mercy."

"These are all real people who gave us money as tips after reading your brother's stories."

Yu Wen's eyes welled up slightly, but a smile played on his lips.

Yu Yin stared blankly at the frantically scrolling barrage of comments.

She was still young and couldn't quite understand those profound literary reviews, but she understood that the readers were praising her brother madly, and she understood that the string of numbers definitely belonged to her brother's account.

"elder brother……"

The little girl's eyes instantly reddened, and large tears fell like beads from a broken string.

She suddenly threw herself into Yu Wen's arms, hugging his thin shoulders tightly, burying her face in the crook of his neck, and sobbing in suppressed sobs.

"We have money now... Bro, does that mean we can finally live in a nice house?"

"So, from now on, I can eat nutritious meals with meat every day...?"

"I really don't need to go to the junkyard to scavenge for scrap metal anymore, right...?"

Feeling the warm dampness on her shoulder, Yu Wen patted her thin back, looked up at the basement ceiling covered in water stains, and his eyes also became completely moist.

"Yes, not only do we not have to collect scrap metal anymore."

Yu Wen took a deep breath, his voice carrying unprecedented strength:

"Once this book is finished today, withdraw the money, and I'll take you out of this moldy basement, rent a big, sunny house, find you a good school, and get my legs healed."

Yu Yin nodded vigorously in Yu Wen's arms, crying so hard she couldn't even finish a sentence, only clutching Yu Wen's clothes tightly.

In the dark corners of this cyber wasteland, "To Live" pierced the hearts of tens of millions of readers with its unparalleled tragic power.

Yet, with this very power, they carved out a path to a brighter future for the brother and sister who depended on each other for survival.

After being comforted for a while, Yu Yin wiped away her tears, smiled through her tears, and sensibly ran back to the small table to stop bothering him. However, her eyes would occasionally drift to her brother's back, full of admiration and reassurance.

Yu Wen turned his gaze back to the screen.

Looking at the screen full of pleas in the comments section, and at the group of readers who had been tormented all night, he put away his smile and his eyes became focused and solemn.

His fingers landed back on the old keyboard with its slightly chipped paint.

Fu Gui's journey is not yet over, and Ku Gen is still here.

The final 30,000 words.

Yu Wen started the live stream.