Villain? No, I'll catch up with the protagonist after passing the civil service exam.

Jinghai City Public Security Bureau, Interrogation Room No. 1.

The specially designed soundproof walls cut off all outside noise, with only the exhaust fan humming softly. Lin Feng sat in the interrogation chair, wearing the silver bracelet that he found so humiliating, but his expression remained arrogant, his chin held higher than his hairline.

He firmly believed in his innocence. In this parallel world, a cultural wasteland, he was the creator. Those works that were popular on Earth were unclaimed treasures here; whoever brought them in could keep them—this was called "cultural transmission," how could it be plagiarism?

"Officer, I've said it eight hundred times already."

Lin Feng impatiently shook his leg, glancing sideways at Lu Jingyan across from him, his tone brimming with arrogance, "Those novels, scripts, songs, they're all my original works. They're inspirations I got in my dreams, food fed to me by the Muses. Arresting me is stifling a genius, it's a crime!"

Sitting next to Lu Jingyan, Su Xiaoxiao clenched her fists in anger, wishing she could punch him. She had seen shameless people before, but she had never seen anyone make plagiarism sound so elegant and refined.

Lu Jingyan, however, was not angry.

He slowly and methodically flipped through the thick stack of files in front of him, his slender fingers tapping lightly on the pages, the sound like some kind of countdown.

"A genius? A muse?"

Lu Jingyan pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, a faint sneer playing on his lips. "Lin Feng, do you think that as long as the original work doesn't exist in this world, you'll never be exposed?"

"Isn't that right?"

Lin Feng sneered, leaning forward with a defiant glint in his eyes. "The law requires evidence. You accuse me of plagiarism? Find the original author! Let that guy—what's his name… Jay Chou, Liu Cixin—sue me! Can't find him, can you? If you can't, then I wrote it!"

He was fearless and emboldened.

His "Entertainment Tycoon System" had already told him that this plane had no connection with Earth.

"Who says it can't be found?"

Lu Jingyan closed the file and took out a black hard drive from the evidence box behind him.

"Lin Feng, you underestimate the power of the state apparatus and overestimate your so-called 'system'."

He connected the hard drive to the large screen in the interrogation room and typed a command on the keyboard.

"Snapped!"

The screen lights up.

What appeared wasn't the surveillance footage Lin Feng had expected, but rather a series of densely packed electronic documents stamped with bright red official seals. Although the text differed slightly, the core content instantly shocked Lin Feng.

[Cross-Dimensional Cultural Copyright Search Report]

[Search Source: Milky Way Carbon-Based Biological Culture Database (Earth Branch)]

"What is this?!" Lin Feng's voice became shrill and distorted, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Let me explain it to you.

Lu Jingyan pointed at the screen, his tone as calm as if he were telling a bedtime story, "Although the two worlds are physically separated, in the high-dimensional information flow, all the crystallization of wisdom is on record. Your system can transfer it, and my system... oh no, our technical means can trace it back to its source."

He opened one of the documents, which contained Lin Feng's hit song "Blue and White Porcelain".

"You're saying you wrote this song?"

Lu Jingyan zoomed in on the lyrics on the screen, pointing to one line: "'The sky is the color of rain and mist, and I am waiting for you.' This line is indeed exquisite. But can you explain why you wrote 'smoke rising in wisps' as 'blown smoke rising' in your copyright registration manuscript?"

Lin Feng was taken aback for a moment, then argued, "Those are homophones! It's an artistic treatment!"

"Artistic treatment?"

Lu Jingyan smiled, the smile of a hunter watching his prey fall into the net. "What a coincidence. We found in the high-dimensional database that the original version of this song, when it was circulating on a certain pirate website, also had this exact same typo. Even the punctuation error is exactly the same."

"Lin, you genius, did you dream about this inspiration along with the servers of pirate websites?"

"Pfft—" Su Xiaoxiao couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Lin Feng's face turned a deep purplish-red, and cold sweat trickled down his temples. He frantically tried to call out to the system in his mind, searching for an explanation, but the system remained unresponsive, as if it were dead.

"If that's not enough, we have even more professional options."

Lu Jingyan clapped his hands.

The interrogation room door opened, and an elderly professor with gray hair and thick-rimmed glasses walked in. He was one of the country's top experts in linguistics and literary analysis, and at that moment he was holding a two-hundred-page analysis report.

"Mr. Lin Feng," the old professor sat down, pushed up his glasses, and said sternly, "I have studied all your published works, a total of three hundred novels, five hundred songs, and twenty screenplays."

"The conclusion is interesting."

The old professor opened the report and said in a firm and powerful tone, "A person's creative style is like a fingerprint; it is unique and relatively stable. But your work has an extremely fragmented style."

"One second you're writing tender and graceful ancient-style lyrics, using words so meticulously that you can even pick up obscure characters with ease; the next second your script is filled with old-fashioned and greasy lines like 'Woman, you're playing with fire'; and the next second you can write science fiction settings that are so hardcore that even physicists are amazed."

The old professor closed the report as if he had pronounced a death sentence.

"From a linguistic perspective, it's impossible for these to come from the same person's brain. Unless your brain is inhabited by five hundred 'ghosts' from different eras, nationalities, and educational backgrounds."

"This isn't creation; it's patchwork. You're not a writer; you're just a heartless, even malfunctioning, cheap printer."

"No! Shut up! You're talking nonsense!"

Lin Feng completely broke down.

His prized talent and his carefully crafted "all-powerful godfather" persona were stripped away at this moment, leaving only naked ugliness.

"I'm a time traveler! I'm the chosen one! I have a system!"

He abruptly stood up from his chair, the handcuffs rattling loudly. His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a madman. "What do you mortals know! System! Come out here! Kill them! Exchange for nuclear bombs! Exchange for world-destroying magic! Hurry!"

He screamed wildly in his mind, trying to awaken the sleeping cheat.

This is his last trump card, and also the source of his confidence to stand against the entire world.

Just then, the long-dormant "Entertainment Tycoon System" finally reacted.

But instead of the salvation Lin Feng had hoped for, came an extremely piercing alarm.

[Warning! Warning! The host's mental state has collapsed. Due to an uncontrollable force (logic and evidence) causing a dimensional reduction attack, a serious paradox has emerged in the system's underlying logic!]

[A higher-level law suppression has been detected...]

[To protect critical data from being captured, self-destruct program... activated!]

"Sizzle—sizzle—"

A visible electric current suddenly surged from Lin Feng's body.

He convulsed violently, his eyes rolled back, and he foamed at the mouth, as if he had been electrocuted. At the center of his forehead, a strange blue light was gathering wildly, radiating a chillingly high temperature.

"Oh no! He's going to self-destruct!"

Zhao Tiezhu roared and instinctively tried to rush forward to hold Lin Fan down.

"Back off!"

Lu Jingyan grabbed Zhao Tiezhu, his eyes extremely serious.

He could sense that it wasn't ordinary bioelectricity; it was a violent torrent of data from a higher dimension. This so-called system, seeing its host crippled, was actually trying to destroy its host and run away!

"Trying to run away?"

Lu Jingyan narrowed his eyes and suddenly reached into his robes with his right hand.

"Trying to pull a fast one in front of me? Did you even consult my 'Light of Righteousness'?"