Information

In Lu Ban's field of vision, all kinds of information began appearing.

This information appeared in the form of text, pictures, symbols, and formulas, like page after page of a book. Lu Ban could flip through and browse them at will.

For example, take that sentence about the glass. Its strength was decent, but it could not withstand bullets. By focusing his mind on it, Lu Ban could see how it had been made, where the raw materials came from, its specific strength parameters, and so on.

Without a doubt, all of this was information—knowledge.

However, this knowledge was already quite commonplace, and very little of it could actually affect Lu Ban.

With True Sight, Lu Ban could see all the information about an object at a glance.

And that was not all.

When Lu Ban saw that line of text, a Silver Pen materialized in his right hand. He raised the pen and added a short sentence after the final paragraph.

When struck, it will make a bird call.

Those words were branded into the other explanatory information, as though they had always existed there.

Lu Ban rapped his knuckles against the surface of the coffee table.

Chirp, chirp—

A burst of bird calls rang out, as though a real bird were hiding beneath the coffee table.

Lu Ban reopened the coffee table's information and deleted the sentence he had just added.

He struck the coffee table again, and it gave off the same dull, solid thud.

He tried crossing out the coffee table's original text, but when the pen tip touched the information, he could not erase it.

After thinking for a moment, Lu Ban made a slight change to the original information.

Fired glass, with decent strength, cannot withstand bullets, but can withstand cannon shells.

When he