"When I met... an old man named Fugui... it happened to be summer..."
"...The chicken grew up...and became a goose...the sheep grew up...and became a cow..."
"Today... Youqing and Erxi... cultivated one mu... Kugen is still small..."
As Xu Lu's voice faded, the novel finally came to an end.
At the same time, the voice of the artificial intelligence Zhenweis rang out, still a mechanical voice, as if it had not been affected by the 'healing' scenes just now:
"Mr. Xu, your novel has been typeset and checked. May I ask what its name is?"
"The name will be 'Live'!"
Xu Lu took a deep breath and slowly began to speak.
To be honest, he almost became depressed just from reciting the entire novel in one go using the memory capsule's ability.
It's fortunate that it was the AI, Zhenweisi, that helped with the recording; if it were any other decent human, they might have been crying their eyes out at this point.
After all, this thing is 'alive', and is known as the ceiling of despair.
After watching it, people with low tolerance for stress will truly be 'healed'.
Fortunately, Xu Lu's tolerance was decent, and he had already seen it a few times, so he had some resistance.
When he was thinking about how to "snipe" Master Zhuang's novel "A Bitter Journey of Life", the word "living" immediately came to his mind.
Compared to the pointless whining of "life's arduous journey," the destructive power of "being alive" is a hundred times greater!
So as long as the judges are not mentally or visually impaired, Master Zhuang would have been eliminated long ago.
Of course, there was another reason why Xu Lu copied this novel: he wanted to make sure that no one else could use an umbrella after he had gotten soaked in the rain.
He was deeply tormented by this novel back then, and now that he has the chance, he naturally wants to let the people of this world experience the cruelty he once suffered...
Thinking of this, Xu Lu gave the instructions:
"Zhen Weisi, first publish this novel on 'Shuqie Novel Network', and then send a copy to the judges of the annual masterpiece list as well."
Oh, right, let's contact the publisher that previously published 'The Return of the Condor Heroes' and publish this 'Alive' book directly as well, to save ourselves the trouble..."
"Yes, Mr. Xu, I'll take care of this for you right away!"
The word 'difficult' doesn't exist in Jenvis's dictionary, and he immediately agreed upon hearing this.
In fact, having Zhenweis handle various matters is far more reassuring than having others do it, and there's no need to worry about any mistakes. That's the brilliance of artificial intelligence.
...
Liang Qizheng is one of the judges for the 'Annual Masterpiece List'.
As judges for the rankings, in addition to evaluating well-known works, they also need to screen works recommended by various parties, and screening works is basically the main task in the later stages.
That day, Liang Qizheng opened his email again and began his daily selection process. Soon, he politely declined several novels recommended by others.
"Alas, the selected works are ultimately still lacking. This move is merely to provide a channel for those works that have not yet become famous."
In fact, the works that make it onto the annual list of masterpieces already have considerable public recognition before we even begin the selection process, and today's list is probably no exception!
After a brief sigh and a few sips of strong tea, Liang Qizheng opened another recommendation email.
Soon, a novel titled 'Living' caught his eye.
Liang Qizheng frowned upon seeing just those two words.
Long novels with only two words are relatively rare, and are mostly written by well-known authors.
However, the author of this work is an unknown author, and his pen name is also a bit strange, as he is called "General Manager Xu".
"Forget it, let's take a look at the content first. Although I don't think a newcomer can write anything groundbreaking, we still have to go through the process!"
Thinking this, Liang Qizheng clicked on the first chapter.
Then he came across the novel that had just been published in this world, hailed as the pinnacle of domestically produced despair novels.
At first, Liang Qizheng didn't quite feel the 'healing' aspect of the novel. He just thought the writing was surprisingly clean and concise. Although it wasn't the kind of ornate language, it was quite smooth to read.
This surprised Liang Qizheng greatly, because he knew that someone with such writing skills could not possibly be a newcomer.
"Could it be that I'm about to unearth a masterpiece today? This is truly unexpected!"
Liang Qizheng muttered something to himself and quickly started reading further, eventually seeing the scene where the protagonist, Fugui, lost his family fortune.
"What a spendthrift! He's squandered all of his family's inheritance. I wonder what he'll do next?"
Liang Qizheng was completely engrossed in the plot. As time passed, one character after another in the book began to meet their demise, and the protagonist, Fugui, suffered blow after blow...
Even though Liang Qizheng was already in his forties and no longer confused, he was still deeply moved by what he read.
"This author...this work by this author is so tragic, so moving."
"Wow, I have a feeling this novel is going to make it onto the list of best novels of the year!"
After reading the entire 120,000-word text, Liang Qi took a deep breath.
He looked up and realized that it was already dark; he had unknowingly sat there for an entire afternoon.
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