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

A large, single-level apartment with river views in the central urban area.

On the holographic screen, the message indicating that the dark web node connection had been interrupted has disappeared.

The intervention of the underlying computing power of the Weiguang platform rendered his private public relations efforts futile.

The man sat in the leather swivel chair, showing little emotional fluctuation.

As a top trader who has consistently ranked at the top, his initial attempt to test the waters was unsuccessful, but it was still within his control.

He put down his wine glass, preparing to consider his next move, when suddenly a large-scale data update occurred on the right side of the retinal projection's real-time trending search list of the Federal Star Network.

Several entries with the word "Explosive" in dark red quickly took center stage:

A disabled 20-year-old from the lower class steals a rare book from an old era!

[A Typewriter Without Emotion: Deconstructing the Visual Blind Spots Behind "To Live"]

[Judgment on three million yuan in breach of contract: The genius author is actually a habitual plagiarist.]

The man raised an eyebrow slightly.

This indicates that another, far larger force of capital has already entered the fray.

He raised his hand and casually clicked on the most popular analysis post by a prominent "historical research" blogger.

Rigorous logical deductions scroll across the screen:

From the synthetic starch diet of the poor in the lower city, it can be inferred that they could not possibly have agricultural experience;

Based on the fact that he was twenty years old, it was impossible for him to write something with the earthy, earthy imprint of the times.

The conclusion was that the author was simply performing mechanical manual input on a rare copy left by predecessors.

In the comments section below, readers who were initially moved by the plot and shed tears for the characters were quickly turned against the author by this seemingly flawless logic. Angry voices, insults, and demands for refunds of their donations flooded the discussion forum for "To Live" like a tsunami.

The man quietly read through the long post.

He leaned back in his chair, a relaxed smile playing on his lips.

This logical deduction is indeed rigorous, and it accurately captures the psychology of the audience.

It is indeed contrary to common sense that a 20-year-old disabled young man from the Xiacheng District would write such words.

As for whether it was actually a rare old book found on the black market, or if there was some other hidden story behind it?

He didn't care at all.

Whether it's plagiarism or originality, he has no interest in uncovering the truth.

The only thing he was certain of was the terrifying power contained within that book.

He knew it was a truly great work that grew out of the mud, a work that a large model could never calculate.

But he had no intention whatsoever of standing up and saying a fair word.

The truth is worthless in the face of absolute self-interest.

"Once the meat grinder of capital starts, even the souls of geniuses are only fit to be used as fodder."

The man picked up the wine glass on the marble table, his posture regaining its composure and elegance.

He didn't care which capital was behind it; he only saw the result...

That monster that almost overturned the "dopamine consumption logic" of the entire online literature world and threatened his top position is being strangled by the ignorance of the masses and the arrogance of capital.

Before readers could become engrossed in the real suffering, the fire precisely destroyed that ill-timed book.

The online literature market doesn't need souls; it only needs electronic anesthetics like "Cyber ​​Ascension" that can make people temporarily forget reality.

The man, holding a glass of red wine, raised it slightly towards the cover of "To Live" on the holographic screen, which had been quickly covered by negative news.

"Well written, but unfortunately, in this day and age, you shouldn't be producing anything truly original."

He took a sip of red wine, then closed all media platforms.

"Pangu, ignore Weiguang's defense protocol. Upload my new chapter and push it across all channels."

The man swiveld his chair, looked out the window at the dazzling night view of the city center, and spoke calmly:

"The farce is over, the readers have had enough of being heartbroken, now it's time to give them something sweet."

……

Upper City, Eden Floating Island.

Sunlight streams through the smart, temperature-controlled glass of the dome, casting dappled patterns on the massive wooden desk.

Lu Chenyuan, wearing a custom-made silk morning robe, leaned back in the adaptive smart sofa.

He held a glass of natural glacial water in his hand, and on his retinal projection screen, the media storm stirred up by Yuntu Literature last night was scrolling.

[A 20-year-old disabled man from the lower class steals a rare book from an old era!]

[A Typewriter Without Emotions: Exposing the Visual Blind Spots and Deceptions Behind "To Live"!]

The screen is filled with speculation and clearly leading arguments, along with the breach of contract judgment that is being used as evidence, which is rapidly overshadowing the work that just silenced him.

The smart assistant silently glided to the desk and projected several data panels.

"Young Master, Yuntu Literature has made its move. They've ignited public opinion with the claim of 'plagiarizing rare old books.' The emotions we've monitored in the Lower City area are rapidly shifting from pure sadness to anger and backlash after being deceived."

Lu Chenyuan looked at the constantly fluctuating emotional fluctuation index on the holographic projection.

Sadness, anger, and even the hysteria that comes from being deprived of empathy are being continuously transformed into sample curves in the database.

He did not let the controversy surrounding "To Live" cause any unnecessary ripples.

In the eyes of this tycoon heir, literature is merely a vehicle; emotions are the data he truly seeks to harvest.

He invested heavily in the "immersive virtual companion" project, spending lavishly on testing on the Weiguang platform, all to collect the "crying" and "laughing" of the poor in the lower city, in order to improve the AI's emotional algorithm.

The author, Yu Huashi, was able to trigger millions of real tear responses with just one book, making him the perfect living engine for training empathy models.

"Zhao Hongbo is a competent businessman, but he is just a businessman."

Lu Chenyuan gently swirled the ice water in his hand, the ice cubes striking the glass with a crisp sound.

"In order to preserve Cloud Atlas's core audience in the online literature market, he chose to destroy a sample that could reshape human emotional cognition. However, this saved us a lot of trouble."

A faint blue light flashed in the butler's eyes:

"Does the young master mean we should step in to clear his name, use the Lu family's resources to protect him, and then bring him under our wing?"

"Clarify? Why should I clarify things for him?"