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

The comment section, which was originally immersed in sadness, instantly became diverse with the influx of new viewers.

Countless bewildered viewers watched as pale hands clattered across a keyboard, then glanced at the screen filled with images of interstellar carriers and the frenzied comments from longtime fans, their minds swirling with questions and a deluge of complaints.

[Cyber ​​Street Wanderer]: "Holy crap! What the hell? A million people gathered here just to watch a pair of hands banging on a plastic board?! [Question]"

[Cyborg Keyboard Warrior]: "Hey streamer, are you livestreaming yourself typing on an electronic wooden fish? I don't know if you've gained any merit, but my holographic assist mirror popped up!"

[Night City Patrolman]: "Is this livestream weird? They don't even have any modeling or beauty filters! Streamer, are you even human? Say something!"

[Male Homeless Man]: "Hey passersby, get lost! Stop blocking your keyboards with your mindless comments! Listen to the sound! He's typing the final chapter by hand! [crying]"

[Brain-Computer Interference User]: "Wait a minute, who are these 'Youqing' and 'Fengxia' you're talking about? Are they some new boxers promoted by the underground black market? What's their record like?"

[Quantum-based onlooker]: "Hilarious! Before clicking in, I thought it was some cyberpunk conglomerate putting on a mecha launch event, but after clicking in, I realized it's an ancient human performance art exhibition. Is the streamer staging a typewriter excavation?"

[Mechanical Ascension Fails]: "I don't understand. What is this? Is this what they call ancient typing? It's as slow as an old woman crossing the street. What kind of garbage do they dare to use to dominate the rankings?"

[Severe Dopamine Addiction]: "Why is everyone crying in the comments? Is this some kind of new form of mental pollution live stream? Why are they giving a poor guy with no typing skills a Starship carrier?"

[Shangcheng District Slacking Off King]: "I thought I'd see some kind of interstellar war, but it turned out to be a million people watching carbon-based life forms doing their work online. But to be fair, the 'crackling' noise is quite stress-relieving."

[The Night Watchman of the Used Bookstore]: "Passersby, if you want to know what we're talking about, you can search for 'To Live' on Weiguang Literature."

The entire live stream room was in complete chaos.

Many bystanders who finally figured out what had happened were instantly piqued by the curiosity of the longtime fans who flooded the screen with phrases like "[Yoo-kyung bled dry]" and "[Jia-zhen]".

"A glimmer of light in literature? 'To Live'? Is it really that amazing?"

"Let's go register an account and see just how much they rip us off!"

A single hair can affect the whole body.

In this era where data can instantly jump across platforms, millions of extremely curious cybernetic netizens flocked to Weiguang Literature in droves, following the links that spontaneously appeared below the live stream.

Because the popularity of "To Live" rose so quickly, it had only just started to gain traction at the bottom last night, but by noon today it had experienced an exponential surge.

Just now, thanks to word-of-mouth marketing across the internet and spontaneous donations from the Douyin army, "Living" has surged to the top of the Spark Cup leaderboard!

This sudden and unexpected surge directly triggered an abnormal traffic warning from the quantum brain of the Microlight platform.

As a newly established platform that just received angel investment, Weiguang Literature's senior management hadn't even had time to discuss the new book at their weekend meeting when the sudden cross-platform data flow triggered the data center's scheduling alarm.

In the main control room, the main computer's scheduling interface flashed rows of yellow resource usage warnings.

"Brother Liu, the new user registration curve is abnormal! Three hundred thousand real-name registration requests flooded in per second. To maintain stability, the quantum mainframe has started automatically limiting concurrent channels!" Technician Xiao Chen stared intently at the screen, speaking rapidly.

"Whoosh—"

The alloy sensor doors of the computer room slid open to both sides.

Chang Liren, CEO of Weiguang Literature, and Lu Tiancheng, Chairman, walked in hurriedly.

They were playing golf and hadn't even had time to change out of their sportswear when they were escorted straight to the monitoring hall by security androids.

"What's going on? Why is the mainframe frantically diverting redundant computing power from other channels?"

Lu Tiancheng frowned and asked in a deep voice.

The top auditor, Lao Zhang, turned around, his eyes still a little red and swollen.

He pointed to the steeply upward-pointing data line on the holographic screen: "President Lu, President Chang, it's not a system malfunction."

It's that book from yesterday, *To Live*... It just surged to first place in the Spark Cup.

Lu Tiancheng and several senior executives looked at the holographic screen together.

On the screen, the data representing new readers, registrations, and top-ups for "Living" is climbing at a frightening rate.

"Is this the new book from last night, which only has 90,000 words?"

Chang Liren pushed up the holographic mirror, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes:

"They didn't use the platform's streaming package? They're all live streamers who came from a 2D text-based live stream room on Douyin?"

"Yes, they're all living people!"

Old Zhang's voice trembled with excitement, "President Lu, Yuntu Literature has dominated the paid subscription market for so many years, and we, Weiguang, as an emerging platform, have been waiting for just this one opportunity to break through! If we let the mainframe limit the number of registered users now using the conventional mechanism, we will completely miss the best opportunity!"

Chang Liren stared at the tan-colored cover on the screen. His business acumen as the platform's leader instantly overshadowed his displeasure at being called in to work overtime on the weekend.

"Old Zhang is right. Modify the mainframe's computing power allocation protocol immediately."

Chang Liren turned to look at the technical supervisor, his tone decisive:

"Temporarily reduce the promotion weight of those mass-produced works from major companies. Allocate all currently idle quantum computing nodes from Weiguang to the 'Living' channel. Immediately open the highest-level registration channel; absolutely no queuing or page loading lag should occur!"

"yes!"

The entire newly built, luminous building quickly entered the highest level of resource allocation.

……

In the central district, in that prime riverside apartment where every inch of land is precious.

The man had just reached his climax, which consisted of ten chapters and a total of 50,000 words.

He leaned back comfortably in the leather swivel chair in front of the holographic workbench, holding a glass of expensive synthetic red wine with ice in his hand.

In his vision, the thrill of "Chainsaw Revenge," meticulously calculated using large models and packaged with the blood and tears of miners inspired by the grassroots, would be enough to squeeze the dopamine out of readers to its limit.

After tonight, Cyber ​​Ascension will firmly establish itself at the top of the Spark Cup leaderboard, crushing all its competitors in the mud.

"Pangu".

The man took a sip of red wine, his tone relaxed. "Let's update the Spark Cup real-time leaderboard. See how much we've pulled ahead of second place now."

"Command received, updating real-time leaderboard."

The mechanical female voice had no inflection whatsoever.

Two seconds later, the golden bar chart on the holographic screen suddenly jumped.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely piercing red downgrade alarm blared out abruptly in the spacious single-level room.

"The rankings have been updated. Warning: Your work 'Cyber ​​Ascension' has been surpassed in real-time popularity. Current ranking: Second place in the Spark Cup."

The man's hand holding the wine glass suddenly froze, and the ice cubes struck the glass with a crisp sound.

"second?"