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

At the same time that the Weiguang platform swiftly and decisively cleaned up the mess of dirty water and restored the live stream to its clean state.

The atmosphere in the top-floor conference room at the headquarters of Weiguang Literature was not relaxed; on the contrary, it was extremely tense.

"General Manager Chang!"

The copyright director strode into the conference room, holding a recently received email, his expression urgent: "Su Man, the senior project director of Fantasy World Media, just called my personal terminal. They want to take advantage of the fact that 'Living' is only 90,000 words long, and go through the standard S-level contract to buy out the virtual short drama and derivative adaptation rights for the book at a fixed price, saying we can name our price!"

Before Chang Liren could speak, the technical director abruptly looked up from the holographic control panel, his face extremely grim.

"President Chang! Firewall alert! Sweet Potato Novels has dispatched its highest-level 'Abyss' web crawler matrix, which is frantically probing the perimeter of our database, attempting to brute-force grab the emotional code and textual skeleton of 'To Live'! They definitely want to take it back to feed their AI and train their copycat sub-models!"

"Not only that..."

The operations manager wiped a cold sweat from his brow and pulled up the backend data. "Yuntu Literature's content department has also gotten involved. Their senior editor is trying to bypass our social media blocking mechanism, sending this author a barrage of private messages on Xingwang Community and Douyang's backend, offering an exorbitant signing fee. This is blatantly trying to poach our talent!"

Three giants, three completely different yet equally deadly methods, revealed the most greedy fangs of capital at the moment when "To Live" broke through to a wider audience.

Buyouts, plagiarism, poaching.

In the past, a small platform like Weiguang, which was struggling to survive in the cracks, would have broken out in a cold sweat when faced with pressure from any of these companies, and might even have obediently offered up the lucrative opportunities.

But at this moment, Chang Liren, CEO of Weiguang Literature, stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the dazzling yet cold sea of ​​neon lights in the central district, and just gave a cold laugh.

"These vampires who have been at the top of the pyramid for too long are quick to react."

Chang Liren turned around, his gaze piercing. His face, usually bearing a touch of refinement, now revealed a wolfish, desperate nature.

"But they're seriously underestimating me, Chang, and our little glimmer of hope!"

He walked to the conference table, slammed his hands heavily on the surface, and stared at the copyright director:

"Reply to Su Man of Fantasy World Media and tell her to give up that idea. Trying to use a standard S-level contract to buy out a masterpiece destined to etch its name in Federal literary history to make a cheap, tear-jerking short drama? Tell her that we at Microlight will incubate the IP for this book ourselves; we will never sell it out!"

Then, he turned to look at the technical director, his eyes sharp:

"Sweet Potato Novels wants to use AI web crawlers to dissect text? Then activate the platform's highest-level 'insulator' defense system and chop off all their data tentacles! But to be honest, I'm not afraid of them training any sub-models at all."

Chang Liren gave a cold laugh, revealing an extremely clear-headed wisdom:

"AI can learn the shell of tragedy, but it can't learn the human soul when facing suffering. Their algorithms will never understand what it means for 'humans to live simply for the sake of living.' Let them stitch together large models; what they'll produce is destined to be a pile of incongruous industrial waste!"

Finally, his gaze fell on the head of the operations department:

"As for Yuntu Literature trying to poach people? Immediately implement physical-level one-way blocking of all of Yu Wen's external private messaging channels on Weiguang and Douyang! Except for our official special envoy from Weiguang, absolutely no tempting code from Yuntu should be sent to his terminal before this weekend!"

Chang Liren straightened up, looked around at all the core executives in the conference room, and spoke in a firm and powerful voice:

"Everyone, why did we create Microlight amidst the encirclement of several giants? It was to find a new way out in this wasteland numbed by the artificial intelligence of the AI ​​industry!"

"Now, not only has this path been found, but it was also carved out entirely by a self-taught author who typed it all out by hand!"

"We at Weiguang Literature will devour this cake, even if it means we die of overeating! Protecting it is protecting our only ticket to break down class barriers!"

"yes!"

As the Weiguang platform severed all external greedy tentacles, turning the entire platform's resources into an indestructible iron wall, it shielded Yu Wen from the open and covert attacks from the three giants.

The intrigue and power struggles within cyberspace can no longer disturb that basement even a little.

All focus returned to that old, worn-out mechanical keyboard.

In the basement, the clanging of old mechanical shafts continued, but the rhythm grew slower and heavier.

As the number of words on the document increased, Yu Wen's vision began to blur.

Copying "To Live" is not simply about becoming an emotionless typewriter.

When he truly immersed himself in the story, recreating word by word the tragedies of Erxi being crushed to death by cement slabs and Kugen being overeaten by beans in the dark corners of this cyber wasteland, the terrifying power of the words themselves seemed to allow him to relive Fugui's utterly hollowed-out life.

Yu Wen gritted his teeth, but that taut nerve was finally shattered the moment he knocked on the root and said, "He looks like he's dead."

My eyes welled up with tears, and my vision blurred with moisture.

"Clatter".

A drop of warm liquid fell down his pale chin, slamming heavily onto the scratched space bar and shattering into pieces.

"Brother... what's wrong?"

Yu Yin, who had been quietly watching from behind, suddenly panicked.

She ran forward, saw the tears on Yu Wen's face, her little hands hanging helplessly in mid-air, and her eyes instantly reddened as well.

"fine."

Yu Wen took a deep breath, raised the back of his hand and forcefully wiped away the tears on his face, forcing a slightly trembling smile:

"I'm fine, I'm just... so happy. We're moving to a new house soon."

Yu Yin bit her lip, looking at him with suspicion.

Making money from writing books is clearly a good thing, but my brother's current state is obviously more distressing than if he had been injured.

She suddenly remembered that before, when she pushed open the iron gate with a paper bag containing nerve blockers and synthetic noodles, she saw her brother sitting in front of the computer, his eyes red and wiping away tears.

Her brother explained to her that it was because she was "too immersed" in the novel, which he called "empathy."

Although she still didn't quite understand how the story she made up could torment her like this, she knew that her brother must be feeling just as miserable as he was last night.

The little girl, being sensible, didn't ask any more questions. She simply walked silently to the wheelchair, gently wiped away the tears from Yu Wen's eyes with her sleeve, and then reached out her small, calloused hand to gently pat Yu Wen's back.