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

In the basement, Yu Wen looked at the green notification that popped up on his personal computer screen: "Personal credit debt chain has been cancelled." His tense nerves finally relaxed.

The terminal flashed, and Chang Liren's video call came in.

"Teacher Yu, it's past midnight. The three million yuan debt has been settled through proper legal procedures by Weiguang."

Chang Liren's voice carried a sense of relief, as if the dust had settled, without uttering a single unnecessary boastful remark.

Even though Yu Wen had prepared himself mentally, he was still slightly shaken when he heard these words.

Three million Star Coins.

In his past life, he was a corporate slave who worked himself to the bone and never saw so much money.

I was burdened with a debt of three million right after I transmigrated into this world.

"Mr. Chang, thank you so much."

Yu Wen said solemnly:

"Forcibly transferring three million to a corporate account in the middle of the night is obviously against the rules. You personally took such a big risk for me and helped me through this difficult time. I really don't know how to thank you for this kindness. My personal account will be unfrozen first thing tomorrow morning, and I will immediately return this money to the Weiguang corporate account."

"Teacher Yu, you're being too polite."

On the other end of the video call, Chang Li-ren laughed heartily:

"As I said before, based on the value of the work 'To Live,' the platform should have applied for the highest level of special support fund for you. Besides, there is also one million in the top prize money of the Spark Cup. You can consider it as an advance payment from Weiguang to you as a settling-in allowance."

Chang Liren paused, his tone becoming sincere:

"Your most urgent task right now is to find a safe place as soon as possible. The fire at Cloud Atlas hasn't been ignited yet, and who knows what other underhanded tricks they might pull. Keep the money, Weiguang is still counting on you to write a few more masterpieces that will make people furious."

By saying this much, they have both given the other face and demonstrated their determination to align their interests.

Yu Wen is not an ungrateful person; to refuse again would seem pretentious.

"Alright, then I won't stand on ceremony."

Yu Wen nodded:

"Don't worry, Mr. Chang, the rest of the story will definitely not disappoint Weiguang."

After the video call ended, the basement returned to silence.

Yu Wen leaned back in his rusty wheelchair and pulled up the account balance on his personal computer.

Looking at the solid number "3,024,000" Star Coins above, Yu Wen let out a long sigh.

He had been worried that if he transferred all the money to Xinghui Pingyi tonight, he would be penniless again, and his plan to move and improve his life would have to be postponed for at least a month.

But now, thanks to Chang Liren's decisive compensation, he not only escaped the dead end of being forcibly deprived of his organs, but also kept the huge sum of money in his own hands.

Yu Wen turned his head and looked at the old cot not far away.

The younger sister, Yu Yin, was curled up in a thin blanket, shivering from time to time even in her sleep because of the cold, damp air in the basement.

Beside the bed was the broken iron pot that she absolutely refused to throw away, with half a bowl of bland, synthetic starch paste still inside.

Yu Wen's gaze softened, yet remained incredibly firm.

It's time to get out of this quagmire.

He brought up the property rental interface in the central district and quickly swiped his finger across the holographic screen.

He needs a safe, upscale community with the highest level of security, a top-of-the-line device that can truly perform holographic immersive typing, the cleanest natural food for Yu Yin, and even the best genetic doctor to examine his crippled legs.

"We're moving first thing tomorrow morning."

Yu Wen muttered to himself and turned off the terminal screen.

Outside the window, acid rain was still falling in the downtown area, but this dilapidated basement could no longer confine him.

……

Pei Zhixing looked at the settlement notice issued by the Weiguang platform on the big screen, his expression slightly somber, but he quickly suppressed the surprise.

He knew that his plan to physically eliminate the victim by exploiting the time difference in the penalty card had completely failed.

The person in charge of Weiguang Literature is ruthless enough to directly intervene and completely cut off Yu Wen's debt chain.

"Mr. Pei, what should we do now? Tomorrow morning, Weiguang will definitely take advantage of the hype surrounding the completion of 'To Live' to promote it across the entire internet. Should we mobilize an online army to flood Weiguang's book review section with negative reviews and ruin the book's reputation?"

The operations officer asked tentatively.

"idiot."

Pei Zhixing glanced at him:

"What is the current status of 'To Live'? Millions of living readers across the internet have just been moved to tears by this book, and they are at the height of their emotions. If you try to smear this book now, you are challenging the bottom line of empathy of these millions of people, and the online trolls will be torn to shreds."

The operations manager was somewhat at a loss:

"So... we're just going to watch Microlight devour CloudAtlas's market share with this book?"

The market for reading is only so big.

If Weiguang platform can firmly establish itself with "To Live", Yuntu Literature's monopoly will be substantially threatened.

This is definitely not a situation that YunTu's top management wants to see.

But that's not the most fatal thing.

What truly made Pei Zhixing feel uneasy was his own predicament.

Yu Wen used to be a pushover who could be easily manipulated; if someone plagiarized his work, they could just plagiarize it, or if someone trampled on him, they could just crush him.

But now he has not only regained his freedom, but has also latched onto the powerful Weiguang platform, and holds the terrifying public opinion of millions of enthusiastic readers in his hands.

Once tomorrow arrives, Yu Wen will use this momentum to reveal the whole story of Xinghui's plagiarism of the manuscript outline and their counterattack a few months ago. Weiguang Literature's legal department will definitely pounce on them like hungry wolves, demanding judicial intervention to re-examine the original manuscript records.

At that time, Pei Zhixing's bestselling book, which had generated tens of millions in sales and was the foundation of his reputation, would not only be forcibly removed from shelves, but he himself would also be completely disgraced and face fraud lawsuits that would bankrupt him.

We cannot wait for the other party to make the first move.

Before Yu Wen can make any accusations, his credibility must be completely stripped away.

Pei Zhixing stood up and slowly walked to the holographic projection.

On the screen, a recording of Yu Wen's live-streamed writing session from last night is playing on a loop.

The image shows only an old mechanical keyboard and a pair of hands with distinct knuckles, typing on the keys.

Pei Zhixing stared at those hands, his gaze shifting slightly, and a highly lethal plan quickly took shape in his mind.

He knew that relying solely on Star Shine Studios to issue press releases would absolutely not be enough to suppress the full-scale publicity campaign of Micro Light.

To solidify this argument into an irrefutable case, we must leverage the power of higher authorities.

This matter can no longer be concealed; he must drag the Cloud Atlas headquarters into it.