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

Shen Yanqiu slowly stood up:

"Since common sense says he couldn't have written it, and since conspiracy theories say he copied a rare old book, then let's use the most absolute evidence to uncover the truth!"

He turned to look at Cheng Shuqiao:

"Shuqiao, where is the largest and most complete database of pre-civilization paper and electronic documents in the entire Federation?"

Cheng Shuqiao's spirits lifted:

"At the Unnamed Academy! In the Federation's First Underground Forbidden Library! The authority is in the hands of our Narrative Language Academy!"

"very good."

Shen Yanqiu turned her head and looked at Su Huaijin:

"Huaijin, have you obtained the 120,000-word offline backup?"

"Full backup complete, right here."

Su Huaijin patted the encrypted storage device in his hand.

"Connected to the supercomputer mainframe of the Federation's first underground forbidden library!"

Shen Yanqiu's eyes instantly became incredibly sharp:

"Input these 120,000 characters. Deconstruct all the extinct colloquialisms, old folk songs, historical backgrounds, and even the sentence structures of every simple descriptive phrase in the Federal Dictionary! Cross-reference them with the vast amount of historical documents and fragments spanning thousands of years!"

The old man rested his hands on the solid wood desk, his voice deep and authoritative:

"If such a great, unique copy of a book by a predecessor truly exists and has been lost on the black market, it's impossible that Weiming Academy wouldn't have any incomplete records of it. Investigate! Investigate every single word!"

"clear!"

……

The seventh slum, the basement.

The old fiber bags that were originally spread out on the bed, ready for packing and moving, are now quietly sitting in the corner.

Yu Wen sat in his rusty wheelchair, looking at the scratched screen in front of him.

The back-end of Weiguang Literature and the book review section of "To Live" have been completely filled with a barrage of negative reviews and accusations of "plagiarism".

Various offensive and abusive comments demanding refunds were constantly being updated at a rate of dozens per second.

The Weiguang platform did not control the comments or delete any posts.

Yu Wen understood Chang Liren's concerns. At this point, using platform authority to suppress comments would only backfire, completely confirming the accusation of "capital's guilty conscience covering up the truth" and inviting even more frantic backlash.

Looking at the long, accusatory statements on the screen, accusing him of "mechanically typing in old papers," Yu Wen pressed his temples in exasperation.

To be fair, what these online trolls said wasn't wrong...

He did indeed plagiarize.

However, to borrow a famous line from Kong Yiji in Xun Ge's novels—how can the affairs of scholars be called plagiarism?

Moreover, even if we take a step back and look at it from a materialistic and objective perspective, in this parallel cyber world, there is no such person as Yu Hua, nor has the literary masterpiece "To Live" ever existed.

He typed out the work word by word and brought it to this wasteland.

In this dimension of spacetime, he was the first person to write this book. Legally and physically, this shouldn't be considered plagiarism, right?

But despite trying to console himself, Yu Wen couldn't help feeling irritated as he looked at the increasingly offensive comments on the screen.

When others transmigrate, they either come with an omniscient and omnipotent system or an invincible cheat ability.

When it came to him, not only was he a paralyzed person with huge debts at the beginning, but he wasn't even given the most basic "memory retrieval system".

With great difficulty, relying on the strength of his soul from two lifetimes, plus several neurological drugs with severe side effects from this cyber era, he forcibly put his brain into a brief "hyperthymesia state".

I stayed up all night, my eyes bloodshot, and exhausted myself, before finally managing to dig out the 120,000 words of "To Live" from the depths of my mind.

The results of it?

After finally paying off the debt, I was finally able to move my sister out of this moldy basement.

The book had only been popular for a day, and before it could even warm its seat, it was accused by the entire internet of "plagiarizing rare old books."

"Screw time travel."

Yu Wen leaned back in his wheelchair and couldn't help but swear.

In fact, sometimes when it's late at night and everything is quiet, he himself gets lost in thought.

Perhaps for Yu Wen, there was no such thing as "time travel" at all.

That glamorous world with office buildings, gutter oil-soaked spicy hot pot, mortgages, and Alipay's Huabei (a credit service) might just be a dream, as he said in his reply to those viewers during the live stream.

Zhuangzi dreamt he was a butterfly.

Is it that the overworked office worker from that world had a dream of becoming a cybernetic cripple, or is it that this cripple from the Seventh Slum, in a near-death state of hypermemory, dreamed of a golden age he had never experienced?

He couldn't tell the difference.

But the reality is that, whether he is Zhuangzi or a butterfly, all the foul language flying around has already hit him squarely in the face.

This is the first time in Yu Wen's two lifetimes that he has faced such massive and terrifying cyberbullying.

Back in those peaceful times, he was at best a qualified internet "spectator".

When he encounters trending topics about celebrities falling out or internet celebrities tearing each other apart, he just sits on his phone, eating takeout while watching the drama unfold.

When I see Jiahao, I might just type in the comments section, "What if I held back?", following the crowd.

He had long been used to watching others' spectacles from behind a screen, but he never imagined that this boomerang of the internet would one day pierce his throat so precisely.

Only now, having truly become the prey in the eye of the storm of public opinion, watching those complete strangers deconstruct his real life and launch personal attacks with the most vicious logic, did he deeply understand the helplessness and frustration of being unable to defend himself.

If this were really a novel, he swore he'd go and kill that bastard author first.

Haven't you read Tomato's light novels?

Don't you understand the tricks of plagiarists?

What kind of novel is this about plagiarism? The protagonist just got started as a cultural transporter and enjoyed his work for less than 24 hours before the villain used the charge of "plagiarism" to beat him to a pulp.

How can he continue playing now?

Yu Wen sighed heavily and, with a headache, closed the comment section, which was full of vulgar language.