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

Sitting in his wheelchair, Yu Wen used his thumb to snap the plastic cap of the intermediate-level nerve blocker off with a "snap".

He tilted his head back and gulped down the icy blue liquid.

He reached out and straightened the battle-damaged 2D camera that was tied to the water pipe.

The camera only framed the edge of the blackened wooden table, an old mechanical keyboard with a shiny luster, and his own slightly pale hands.

Open the Douyang streaming app.

Type the following in the title box:

[The final chapter of the ancient writing method—the finale of "To Live".]

Move the cursor by clicking the left mouse button.

The show has started airing.

The entire federation's cyber network completed the data connection within a millisecond, and the number of online users in the upper right corner instantly began to fluctuate at an alarming rate.

The numbers left an almost vertical afterimage, going from ten thousand to one hundred thousand, and then to three hundred thousand, all in the blink of an eye.

In this era supported by quantum computing power, the backend server did not experience even a millisecond of lag.

Yu Wen stared at the rapidly rising numbers, his heart instinctively pounding faster.

Fortunately, the camera only captures the hands and keyboard; he doesn't need to show his face or speak.

Almost at the same moment the broadcast started, the comment section on the right side of the screen exploded.

Colorful lettering cascades down like a waterfall, filling the narrow canvas to the brim.

[Male-oriented homeless man]: "Open the door! I've been waiting for you all day! I watched the part about Youqing getting his blood drawn three times before I dared to believe it, why did you write it like that?!"

[Cyber ​​Street Wanderer]: "What kind of garbage 2D graphics is this? My retinal lens is going to go blind! Is this pure manual typing? With such slow hand speed, how can it compare to AI?"

【Mingmingruyue】: "Author, please! Can I call you 'Dad'?! Where's Kugen? How are you going to write about the child Fengxia left behind? Please, leave him an heir!"

[The Dog Eating Synthetic Noodles]: "I'm sitting in the front row eating melons. Is this the wild author who made the whole internet cry? He looks quite mysterious, only showing his hands."

[Rampaging Mechanical Arm]: "The grand finale, huh? I paid in advance! If you dare kill off Kugen, I'll drive my mech straight to the Weiguang headquarters and smash the door after get off work!"

[Wasteland Scavenger]: "Give me my money back! Give me back my tears! When Jia Zhen died, I, a grown man, cried like an idiot in the street!"

[Nightclub worker]: "All I saw was the line 'Jiazhen died well, peacefully'... Author, couldn't you at least have written about her crying? It made me want to explode!"

【Pure Love God of War】: "At least leave Fugui a dog! Just leave him some company, please! [crying]"

[Electronic Keyboardist]: "Forget it, it's just a gimmick. AI can type 100,000 words per second? Can this carbon-based life form really produce anything special?"

[The Night Watchman of the Used Bookstore]: "The worst thing is not having nothing at all, but being given a glimmer of hope, only to have it crushed right before your eyes. Listen quietly, he's writing his fate."

Along with the dense barrage of comments, the system's independent donation notifications in the live stream room began flashing wildly in the center of the screen, and the crisp sound effects instantly merged into a busy tone:

System notification: User "Male Oddball" has gifted 1 [Hovering Supercar]

System notification: User "Pure Love God of War" has sent 100 [Nutritional Supplement Tubes]

(P.S.: I've given you a tip! Please don't make the later plot too angsty, my heart can't take it!)

System notification: User "Rampaging Mechanical Arm" has donated 1 [Heavy Load Mech Engine]

(P.S.: If they dare to make another move, I'll really go to the Microlight headquarters and smash the door down!)

System notification: User "Nightclub Worker" has sent 50 [Holographic Roses]

Three hundred thousand people attempted to use this most blatant method of money to "bribe" or "threaten" the author who had just started broadcasting.

Yu Wen ignored the flashing special effects; the icy sensation of the inhibitor had now completely spread.

He took a deep breath and hovered his hands above the keyboard.

Press down.

"Click".

"Crackling and popping—"

The crisp, dry clanging of mechanical shafts echoed like a torrential downpour in the basement.

The audio data was transmitted without any loss to the terminals of more than 300,000 people via the optical fiber.

Viewers cannot see the document content; they can only see a pair of pale hands moving rapidly up and down on the scratched black keycaps.

During the first hour of the broadcast, the sound of mechanical keyboards striking the keys maintained an extremely cold and precise physical rhythm.

The entire live stream was a spectacular event, and the barrage of shouts and insults that had been filling the screen began to subtly change over time.

The more than 300,000 viewers in the live stream gradually realized that the author was not putting on a show; he genuinely intended to fight this final chapter with his own body and bones, without the aid of any large models.

Half an hour later, the tone of the comments section completely changed; the initial vehement insults were gradually replaced by a breathtaking sense of awe.

[Mech Repairman]: "Holy crap, I've been listening to the sound of these mechanical buttons for half an hour, and I'm actually getting a little hooked..."

【Wind Above the Clouds】: "Look at the veins on the back of his hand. He's not relying on a brain-computer interface at all; he's supporting himself purely through muscle power. That's hardcore."

[The poor guy who can't afford a prosthetic body]: "Wow, that typing speed is amazing! The sound of the keyboard is like hammering nails... I'm panicking! Here, take the money, don't write someone to death!"

【Evening Breeze】: "My heart races the moment I hear that voice. Author, you're short on cash, aren't you? We'll pay you, just revise the outline, please!"

[Logic Analyst]: "The narrative quality of traditional literature is indeed completely different from the assembly-line generated feel of AI; it has a terrifying, sinister quality."

Meanwhile, a second wave of high-level donations, truly awe-inspiring by this "hardcore skill," began flooding the center of the screen, with messages pleading for mercy and asking the donors not to be overcharged.

System notification: User shadow "明明如月" has gifted 5 [Holographic Starfall] items.

(P.S.: Fengxia is gone, leave Kugen a way to live!)

System notification: User "Wind Above the Clouds" has gifted 2 [Hovering Supercars]

(P.S.: A donation is sent. Now that we've reached the finale, I hope these last 30,000 words will be a little gentler and not too angsty.)

System notification: User "Poor Ghost Who Can't Afford a Prosthetic Body" has sent 99 [Holographic Roses].

System notification: User "晚来风" has gifted 20 [Cyber ​​Starlight] items.

(P.S.: Please don't use a katana, sob sob...)