【Special Chapter】
Tomato LV4 author @Yi Tian Yu, whose work "Bringing Home a Yandere Sister" plagiarized my work "Rainy Night: My Yandere Sister Begs Me to Take Her In" (now also known as "Yandere Encyclopedia: They Are All Top-Tier Obsessive Girls").
This person has extensively copied and translated my work, stealing settings, scenes, dialogue, characters, and original concepts, even stitching together original concepts from my previous book "Maid Encyclopedia." Just in the first three chapters, they copied seven major sections, and later chapters are heavily stitched together, with every chapter bearing traces of my work. The amount of copied content is countless, and the behavior is utterly despicable.
Currently, the book has been reported by me and [officially taken down by Tomato after verification].
The case is solid, the evidence is irrefutable, and there’s no escape.
So far, the author has not made any formal response, nor has they apologized to the plagiarized party. Instead, they are pretending nothing happened.
I hereby notify all readers and make this known to the world.
If they wanted exposure, fine, they’ll get exposure.
If they can’t write their own books and prefer to plagiarize and steal, fine, let everyone see it.
I also advise fellow writers with similar intentions: the end result of plagiarism is getting your account banned. Plagiarism is not the right path for any author. I hope some people take this as a warning and avoid going down the wrong road.
【What I Want to Say to Yi Tian Yu】
I thought you’ve written three or four books on Tomato, so you definitely can’t be considered a newbie. Do you really have no ability to come up with your own ideas?
Even your own readers have noticed, commenting on your book, “Isn’t this character just Su Ling from ‘Yandere Sister’?” Haven’t you realized the problem yet? Still clinging to that gambler’s mentality?
You do zero original work, but you’re a master at stitching things together. Clearly, you’re an old hand at this, huh?
You changed the sister to a yandere, using my descriptions of Su Ling to describe the sister?
You made the sister depressed, and even the timing of going to the hospital is exactly the same?
Even the hospital name is “First People’s Hospital”?
You changed Central Academy of Fine Arts to Sichuan Fine Arts? Are you doing a Sichuan opera face-changing act?
You’re quite good at tweaking things, aren’t you?
And you even “corrupted” the sister. Are you one of my old readers? Have you read both of my books?
If you like my books so much, why are you still plagiarizing? Aren’t you afraid of getting exposed?
Do you really think I don’t know how to defend my rights?
Or do you think readers who’ve read my book will stay silent when they see yours?
Do you think everyone is blind?
Ah, so after copying, you think it’s all fine? You think disbanding the group chat makes you invincible? Just keep deceiving people, huh? Maybe stitch together other books? Is that the plan?
And you even said in the group chat, “I want exposure, I hope everyone promotes this.” Buddy, what you’re promoting is my content.
This is my original work, and you’re copying it. How can you say that with a clear conscience?
Aren’t you afraid your ancestors’ graves will start smoking? Isn’t that just shameless? Huh?
Think about it, how are you going to survive in this community after this?
If I expose you on Longkong, will you still be able to play?
Not even an apology, you really want to go viral, huh?
Today, I’m coming after you. Let’s see what you’ll do. Let’s see if you’ll keep pretending to be dead or what.
I hate plagiarists and copyright infringers the most. Got it?
If you take inspiration, learn, see a good idea and then write your own thing, that’s fine. But you straight-up copied the part where the mom leaves a note for her son, didn’t even change it, just stitched it in. What’s going on in your head, bro?
I really don’t want to say more, but looking at your sorry state makes me sick.
I’ve written over a thousand words here. Aren’t my words good?
Wasting time, wasting life.
Alright, that’s it.
Finally, I stand by originality, stand by legitimate content, and will firmly combat copyright infringement. If anyone finds other works plagiarizing mine, please notify me immediately, tag me. We’ll fight directly, no matter how far. We’ll take them down!
That’s all.

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