The textual information billowing out of the glass box spread like Black Cloud, blotting out the sky and sun.
When Butler Fan placed the glass box on the table, that sense of obscuration covered more than half the dining hall. Under such circumstances, there were not merely blind spots in one's vision—it had become complete blackness.
Angel thought for a moment, then closed his eyes.
Two seconds later, Angel opened them again. The surrounding textual information had been "refreshed" and vanished. So long as Angel did not examine the glass box too closely, those irritating black clouds of text would not reappear.
It was not just Angel. Both Laplace and Mollyan had clearly closed their eyes to "refresh" as well.
Butler Fan, standing beside the table, seemed to have anticipated this long ago. Only after everyone had "refreshed" the information once did he point to the glass box and say, "What is inside is a living text creature."
Though called a glass box, it was not actually transparent. It was somewhat like frosted glass. One could vaguely see a dark shape inside, but not clearly make out what it was.
In the glass box before them, everyone could see that the lower half was filled with a dense, tranquil shadow. It seemed to contain... soil?
Above the soil was empty space. At least, no outline could be seen through the frosted glass.
Butler Fan opened the lid of the glass box at the right moment.
Once the lid was lifted, Angel indeed saw thick black soil spread across the bottom.
Yet there was still nothing visible above the black soil.
Either the "living text creature" Butler Fan had mentioned was transparent, or it was hiding within the black soil.
If it were truly a transparent living creature, there should have