The loom operated automatically, emitting a rhythmic creaking sound.
The glowing threads seemed endless, continuously emerging from Wanli Sealed Blade's forehead, while the loom swiftly wove a glowing satin nearly two meters wide.
"Light shield."
Bai Ze snapped his fingers, and the assistant researcher immediately pressed a button, lowering a light filter from the ceiling to filter the intense light.
At the same time, the camera transmitted the extremely complex pattern on the satin to the supercomputer for analysis.
"When he was four, his parents divorced, and he relied on his grandfather. At seven, his grandfather passed away, and he was shuffled among relatives. He dropped out of middle school, lied about his age to work, and at twenty-five became a player..."
Bai Ze read the text analyzed by the supercomputer, murmuring, "At Level 5, he was seriously injured in a script task, nearly dying."
