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

The man picked up the slightly warmed glass of red wine again, his slender fingers tapping lightly on the glass, his mind already engaged in absolutely rational business calculations.

"Pangu, activate our public relations matrix on the dark web."

He calmly gave the instruction:

"There's no need to attack the text of 'To Live,' that will only fuel the controversy and cause more trouble in his live stream."

"They fabricated technical analysis posts, claiming that he had a brain-computer interface hidden under his broken keyboard, that the background of his basement was a green screen composite, questioning how someone from the downtown area could write such text, implying that there was capital behind him maliciously manipulating the market and exploiting the tears of the lower class."

"Once public opinion is stirred up, readers' empathy will be disrupted."

The mechanical female voice responded quickly:

"The PR matrix has been activated and is generating multi-faceted questioning statements, which are expected to flood the target live stream in 30 seconds."

The man took a sip of red wine, his gaze fixed intently on the pair of hands still stubbornly tapping on the holographic screen.

"In addition, contact the senior management of Douyang and Weiguang in my name."

He spun his chair, his eyes unfathomable.

"Let's talk about the audio and holographic adaptation rights for 'Cyber ​​Ascension.' We can give them priority, on the condition that before the Spark Cup results are finalized tonight, we keep the popularity and live stream promotion of 'Living' in second place."

In the jungle law of capital and traffic, he would never allow a primitive man to smash his rice bowl with a broken keyboard.

The large apartment fell silent again, with only the faint hum of the Pangu Engine processing data and the tireless clicking sound from the screen.

……

In Shangcheng District, a private holographic intelligent computing mansion where every inch of land is extremely valuable.

This is Pei Zhixing's private domain, the most prestigious Platinum-level instructor on the entire internet.

In this era, tens of millions of readers are unaware of what this legendary figure, revered at the pinnacle of Yuntu Literature, looks like; they only know the pen name that always ranks first on the bestseller list—"Xinghui".

This pen name actually comes from the custom-made high-level AI model in front of Pei Zhixing, which emits a cold blue light and has the privilege of the highest computing power in the entire Federation—"Starlight Main Brain".

Because of the "Starlight" model with its incredible computing power, Pei Zhixing was able to instantly transform countless rough ideas from the ground up into eloquent and lucrative tools, thus securing his position as a platinum-level player on the platform.

At this moment, Pei Zhixing was lazily tucked into an expensive ergonomic chair.

He wore a thin brainwave sensing ring on his head, which occasionally uttered prompts such as "annulment of engagement," "decisive and ruthless," and "top-grade spiritual root."

On the holographic screen, the "Starshine" model is frantically generating a series of exciting and engaging content at a rate of thousands of words per second.

The alloy doors of the mansion suddenly slid open to both sides, and his private data operations officer strode in with a grim expression.

"Mr. Pei."

The operations officer lowered his head slightly, his tone urgent:

"According to the latest news from the entire network, the active readership rate of your new book has suddenly plummeted. It's not just us; the entire Cloud Atlas platform is experiencing a loss of traffic."

"Loss?"

Pei Zhixing removed the brainwave ring with some displeasure, pausing the AI's generation, his eyes cold:

"What kind of free star coins giveaway event is Sweet Potato Novels running now?"

"It's not sweet potato... it's Weiguang Literature, a wild new book called 'Living' suddenly appeared."

The operations manager pulled up the backend data, his tone full of disbelief, "The most bizarre thing is that this book just opened a writing live stream on Douyin, and the number of people online in real time across platforms has already exceeded one million."

"A million people watching someone type?"

Pei Zhixing thought he had heard some absurd joke:

"So, a platform like Weiguang can afford this level of marketing and promotion? Go ahead and put his text through the initial screening system to see which big company's creative ideas Weiguang stole to feed their big models."

The operations officer swallowed hard.

"I just finished the test. The report shows... 0% AI-generated traces. The other party used 100% manual physical key input. Moreover, no typical online novel 'enjoyment' formulas were detected in the entire text."

Pei Zhixing's contempt froze instantly.

He pushed back his chair, strode to the holographic control panel, and personally brought up the page of "Living" on the Weiguang platform.

In an era where AI writing is the only standard, purely handwritten writing means inferiority and obsolescence.

But when his eyes quickly swept over the 90,000 words, especially when he saw the section about "Youqing drawing blood", he froze.

As the top "inspiration miner" on the entire internet, Pei Zhixing knows all too well what kind of writing is most valuable.

This book has no fancy language, no systems or superpowers, and even the environmental descriptions are incredibly rustic.

But that sense of despair seeping from the very marrow of his bones, that tenacious life force that seemed to grind him down on the yellow earth, was like a dull, unsharpened iron knife, cutting at his nerves again and again.

He glanced back at his expensive "Starshine" model.

He knew that even if he exhausted all of "Starshine's" vocabulary and computing power, he would never be able to write the sentence, "I looked at the winding road leading into the city, and I couldn't hear my son running barefoot towards me."

This is not the industrial fast food he usually assembles from large models; it is a top-quality soul ore that has not been contaminated by algorithms!

"Typed entirely by hand..."

A glint of greed flashed in Pei Zhixing's eyes.

He had previously relied on a bit of "creative inspiration" stolen from a cripple in the lower city to feed the "Starshine" model, which led to a bestselling book that earned millions of Star Coins. He even managed to drive the cripple to his death with a lawyer's letter, making things clean and efficient.

The book "To Live" in front of me is simply a complete, untapped literary treasure trove.

If its underlying logic and emotional tension could be extracted, slightly modified, and fed to his "Starlight" mastermind, he would definitely be able to monopolize all the federal literary awards and copyright revenues this year once again.

"Have you investigated the author's background?"

Pei Zhixing stared at the screen.

"Not yet. The other party only streams on Douyin, and hasn't even shown their face, only their hands."

The operations officer replied, "However, internal monitoring on the platform shows that this book has not yet signed any platinum-level protection agreement with Weiguang."

"No platinum protection? Then he's basically running naked."

Pei Zhixing laughed with some excitement, a predator's cruelty shining through his eyes.

"Immediately cut off my regular updates. Activate my 'Starlight' mainframe and extract all the text from 'Living,' forcibly analyzing its emotional core."

He turned to look at the operations officer:

"This book is too popular right now, it's unrealistic to try and piggyback on it. Contact the legal team and draft a lawyer's letter for me immediately. Say that the underlying framework of this book, 'To Live,' was generated by using hacking techniques to reverse engineer the private backup corpus of the 'Starry Sky' big model."

"Put pressure on Weiguang Literature. Regardless of whether it was typed by hand or not, in this industry, poor people without connections don't deserve such good inspiration."

Pei Zhixing looked at the still fluctuating number of online users on the screen:

"First, stir up trouble and force Weiguang to ban him to avoid suspicion. Once he stops updating, this top-grade ore will be mine."

Inside the mansion, the deep blue "Starlight" model began to spin wildly, attempting to dismantle the masterpiece from another time and space.