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

After posting these carefully crafted "poisonous posts," Yu Wen switched back to the document interface, ready to strike while the iron was hot and write as much as he could.

In this crazy era where AI can generate content with a single click and others can easily update with tens or even hundreds of thousands of words a day, his output speed, which is purely handwritten, is really at a huge disadvantage.

In order not to be completely overwhelmed by the massive amount of AI-generated wish-fulfillment novels, he must seize every opportunity to accumulate more manuscripts.

He took a deep breath, his fingers hovering over the worn-out mechanical keyboard again, trying to sink back into the earthy yellow soil.

"The following story is about what happens after Fugui is conscripted into the army..."

Yu Wen closed his eyes and tried hard to recall the words and sentences of the original text of "To Live".

However, just as he forcibly tried to recall his memories, an extremely sharp pain suddenly shot through the depths of his brain!

The feeling was like forcibly starting a broken-down engine whose gears were completely rusted shut.

The previous state of "hypermeability," where ideas flowed freely and even punctuation marks could be clearly recalled, vanished without a trace.

Instead, my mind was filled with chaos and confusion, and the excruciating pain of my nerve endings being violently torn apart.

"hiss--"

Yu Wen gasped, clutching his head in pain, cold sweat instantly soaking through the coarse cloth shirt on his back.

He got it.

That incredible memory wasn't some kind of perk from time travel; it was entirely due to the "fruit-flavored premium nutrient solution" that Yu Yin brought back yesterday!

That thing clearly contained some kind of cyber-era drug ingredient that could forcibly activate damaged nerves and stimulate hippocampal activity.

Once the effects of the drug wore off, his mind returned to the weak and exhausted state that his broken body had originally been in.

Just as Yu Wen was in so much pain that he was almost convulsing in his wheelchair, the heavy iron door to the basement creaked open.

Accompanied by a faint scent of acid rain from outside, Yu Yin's frail figure walked in.

Yu Yin's steps were noticeably heavier than yesterday, her shoulders slumped slightly, revealing a weakness from extreme exhaustion.

"Brother, I'm off work..."

Yu Yin's voice was also somewhat hoarse.

Yu Wenzheng was somewhat dazed from the throbbing pain in his brain. Upon hearing his sister's voice, he almost instinctively, with a near-instinctive desire, blurted out:

"Yinyin, did you bring that strawberry-flavored premium nutrient solution from yesterday?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the narrow basement fell into a deathly silence.

Yu Yin froze in her tracks as she was changing her shoes.

She hunched her shoulders slightly, and the tattered cloth bag she was carrying fell to the ground with a "thud".

"what……"

The girl turned around, and her eyes, which were always bright and clear, were now filled with panic and guilt.

Her two hands, stained with dark gray grease, twisted nervously together. She lowered her head timidly, her voice trembling like a child who had done something wrong.

"I'm sorry, bro... there were too many high-risk radioactive parts at the scrap yard today, I didn't get a good sorting spot, and I didn't exceed my quota... the foreman didn't give out bonuses today..."

At this point, she suddenly looked up and saw Yu Wen covered in sweat, rubbing his temples in pain. Tears instantly welled up in her eyes.

"Brother, is your head starting to hurt again? Are you feeling particularly uncomfortable?"

She rushed forward a couple of steps, grabbed Yu Wen's cold hand, and said in a voice full of self-reproach and anxiety:

"Don't be afraid, brother, don't be afraid! I'm going back right now! The scrap yard just switched to the night shift, I'll go ask Uncle Scarface for help, I'll work another night shift and I'm sure I can get the quota! Wait for me, I'll definitely get it for you!"

As she spoke, the thin, ten-year-old girl, who had never even had a full meal, turned and was about to rush into the darkness and acid rain outside the door.

Looking at Yu Yin's frail figure, which seemed as if a gust of wind could break it, Yu Wen's heart sank, as if he had been hit hard in the chest by a heavy hammer.

"I fucking deserve to die."

He mentally slapped himself hard.

He's a time traveler with the soul of an adult!

How could he ask his underage sister, who was risking her life for food in a pile of radioactive waste every day, for such an expensive drug?

His momentary weakness and greed made him feel even more disgusting than those capitalists who exploit the lower classes.

"stop!"

Yu Wen suddenly straightened up, shouted, and forcefully turned his wheelchair to block the doorway, grabbing Yu Yin's slender arm.

"elder brother……"

Yu Yin stopped in her tracks, looking at him with tears streaming down her face.

"You're not allowed to go."

Yu Wen took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the stabbing pain in his head, and tried his best to make his expression appear relaxed and gentle:

"I'm fine, it doesn't hurt at all. I was just writing something and got a craving, so I just asked casually. You silly girl, you actually took it seriously."

Yu Yin sniffed, clearly not believing it:

"But you were sweating a lot just now..."

"It's because the basement is too stuffy."

Yu Wen interrupted her and pulled her to the rusty tin table.

He bent down and, relying on the original owner's memories, found a rusty iron box wrapped in tattered plastic sheeting in an extremely hidden crack in the wall under the table.

Upon opening the tin box, a stack of paper coins of varying denominations, stained with oil and sweat, lay quietly inside.

This is the last two hundred yuan that the original owner left for his sister in this cold world.

Yu Wen counted out fifty star coins from the box, held them in his hand, and then stuffed the metal box back into the box.

"Take it."

Yu Wen stuffed the fifty star coins into Yu Yin's hand:

"No need to beg that black foreman to give us extra night shifts. Since the medicine works, let's just buy it from a black market pharmacy."

Yu Yin was stunned as she looked at the rather thick fifty-star banknote in her hand.

In the lower city, where you can only earn a dozen or so star coins a day by working hard, this is practically a "huge sum".

"Brother?! Where did you get so much money?!"

Yu Yin's eyes widened in shock, then she seemed to realize something terrible, and her face turned pale instantly.

"You didn't sell your prosthetic body quota, did you?! Or did you take out one of those deadly high-interest loans?!"

"What are you thinking about?"

Yu Wen lightly flicked her forehead with his finger and casually made up a flawless lie:

"A draft I wrote a while ago was picked up by a newly established online novel platform today, and they sent me a small advance payment. It's not much, but it's enough to improve our current life."

Upon hearing that it was payment for writing, Yu Yin visibly breathed a sigh of relief, but she immediately shoved the fifty star coins back into Yu Wen's hand like a hot potato, shaking her head vigorously.

"No! This money absolutely cannot be touched!"

Yu Yin resolutely protected Yu Wen's hand:

"Brother, we need to save this money. You're always getting sick, and we need to get you a better sensor-operated wheelchair! I'm really not tired. Working an extra night shift is nothing to me. Everyone at the scrap yard praises my quickness. I can handle the overtime!"

Listening to the girl's innocent yet stubborn words, and looking at her hands covered in calluses and tiny scratches, Yu Wen felt a lump in his throat.

He didn't force the money back, but instead grasped Yu Yin's hands in return, his eyes becoming incredibly serious and profound.

"Yinyin, listen to your brother."

Yu Wen's voice was deep and powerful: "This money isn't for you to squander; it's an investment for me."

Yu Yin paused for a moment, then asked, "Investment?"

"right."

Yu Wen pointed to the old, worn-out computer:

"I'm currently in the most crucial creative phase of this new book, and I need to keep my mind absolutely clear."

"If you go to work the night shift now, you'll get sick from exhaustion tomorrow. If you get sick, won't I have to stop writing to take care of you? Then my masterpiece will be ruined! So, take these fifty star coins to buy medicine, not only to cure my headache, but also to buy me time to write. Understand?"

This combination of coaxing and deception, half reasoning and half "moral blackmail," completely ensnared the naive Yu Yin.

She stood there blankly, her little mind racing, seemingly thinking that what her brother said made a lot of sense.

If her working overtime prevented her brother from finishing his book, then she would be a sinner for all time.

"Well... okay then..."

Yu Yin finally relented. She carefully held the fifty star coins, as if they were some rare treasure, her eyes becoming incredibly determined.

"Brother, wait for me here! I'm fast; I'll run to that old blind man's black market pharmacy on the corner. He definitely has it! I'll be right back!"

After saying that, Yu Yin clutched the money tightly and rushed back into the night like a gust of wind.

As the iron gate closed again, Yu Wen's tense nerves finally relaxed.

He leaned back in his wheelchair and sighed deeply.