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

In the basement.

The old fluorescent tubes emitted a faint electrical hum.

Yu Yin, who was originally overjoyed to see the donation, is now standing behind her wheelchair, staring blankly at the barrage comments on the screen that have suddenly changed their style.

Those glaring words like "trash," "liar," and "go to hell" were like sharp knives, piercing the little girl's eyes until they turned red.

Her hands, tucked into the pockets of her faded coat, clenched unconsciously.

"elder brother……"

She grabbed Yu Wen's sleeve in a panic, her voice trembling with suppressed sobs, "Why did they suddenly start yelling at you? You were typing so hard, word by word..."

Yu Wen's fingers paused on the keyboard for half a second.

The blocker's effects are wearing off, and my forearm muscles, which have been tense for a long time, are now throbbing and aching.

He glanced at the number of online users, still in the millions, in the upper right corner, then at the screen full of obscene comments, a cold glint of understanding flashing in his tired eyes.

He was all too familiar with this tactic. In both his lives, he had witnessed far too many of these underhanded methods used to ruin a work.

The capital in the upper district and those vested interests who were high and mighty finally realized the threat of this "dull knife" and began to join forces to suppress it.

But Yu Wen neither picked up the microphone nor typed a single word in his own defense on the document.

In the face of an absolute masterpiece, any attempt to prove oneself is a desecration of the words.

He simply patted his sister's trembling hand, which was shaking with anger and grievance, and said gently but firmly:

"Don't look at the comments, watch me type."

Then, he straightened up and regained his composure.

Those hands, covered in sweat and bulging veins, hovered above the keyboard once more.

Criticize Fugui for being cowardly? Criticize the plot for being toxic? Say he's an imposter and a fraud?

Let them see for themselves what true literary power is, capable of crushing all scheming and insults to dust, when the millstone of fate grinds to the very end.

"Click".

The crisp sound of the keystrokes rang out again amidst a barrage of vulgar language in the chat.

Line by line, they resolutely chisel towards that inevitable, tragic, yet infinitely magnificent, end.

……

Just as the flood of dirty water was about to completely engulf the live stream room.

Zhongcheng District, Weiguang Literature Headquarters Building, Top Floor Data Monitoring Center.

A piercing yellow alarm suddenly rang out in the spacious server room.

On the holographic screen, the data curve representing the health of the comments section of "To Live" is plummeting downwards at an extremely bizarre, cliff-like angle.

"Mr. Chang! The comment section of our website and the Douyang live stream for 'To Live' have been simultaneously subjected to an extremely intense wave of malicious spam!"

The technical lead quickly pulled up a set of source tracing charts. "The other party used virtual nodes on the dark web, and the rhetoric was highly consistent. This wasn't a spontaneous act by ordinary readers; someone hired a professional hacker PR matrix to conduct an organized, targeted attack!"

Looking at the vicious insults on the screen, the top-rated reviewer, Lao Zhang, trembled with rage and slammed his hand on the table:

"It must have been done by Yuntu or one of those big-name authors whose traffic was stolen! They saw that 'To Live' was about to reach the top and got jealous, so they tried to use these underhanded tactics to break the author's mentality and kill the book!"

Chang Liren, CEO of Weiguang Literature, standing in front of the control panel, appeared unusually calm at this moment.

He crossed his arms, staring at the screen displaying a frantically increasing number of online users, and at the hands in the image that, despite being subjected to countless insults, remained steady as they typed on the keyboard.

A few seconds later, Chang Liren let out a cold laugh.

"Using dark web trolls to sabotage Weiguang's business?"

A glint of ruthlessness and arrogance, befitting the platform's leader, flashed in Chang Liren's eyes. "Have these so-called 'experts' who have been sitting at the top of the pyramid for too long forgotten even the most basic industry common sense?"

"No matter how rich an individual is, or how professional their online army is, what are they compared to a true platform-level computing power?"

Chang Liren turned around abruptly and decisively issued the highest-level defensive and counter-attack orders:

"Old Zhang, immediately contact the operations director of the Douyin platform in the name of Weiguang! 'Living' has brought them one million real daily active users. They know better than us how big this market is. Tell them to physically ban all those dark web IPs stirring up trouble in the live stream within three minutes!"

"Technology Department, activate Weiguang's basic public opinion defense matrix! Release all our backup official online troll accounts and positive guidance accounts!"

Chang Liren's voice echoed in the monitoring room, carrying an undeniable air of authority:

"Trying to engage in a war of words with our online trolls? Let's teach them a lesson and show them what platform-level traffic dominance really means!"

The moment the command was given, the entire Microlight Literature machine roared into action.

The efficiency and terrifying scale of this platform-level operation far surpassed that of Pei Zhixing and the outsourced hackers of the author of "Cyber ​​Ascension." This was a pure example of computational power dominance.

"Buzz—"

In Douyang's live stream room.

The barrage of malicious comments such as "poisonous weeds," "scammers," and "refund" that were being posted so enthusiastically suddenly stopped in an extremely strange way.

Immediately afterwards, hundreds of thousands of accounts with garbled IDs had their speaking privileges cut off by the platform's underlying protocol within a second.

The cyber filth on the screen was as if someone had pressed a switch to forcefully pump out the water, instantly clearing away more than half of it.

Following closely behind was a counterattack by Weiguang Literature, which poured all its platform resources into the frenzy.

System notification: [Weiguang Literature Official] is giving away 100 [Interstellar Motherships]!

(Official note: Weiguang Literature provides full platform support! Authors can focus on their writing; we'll handle the noise from the outside world!)