Lin Mo placed books scented with ink and the fresh fragrance of wood into a scanner, one after another.
Pale blue beams swept across the pages, rapidly converting the Elven text and illustrations into streams of data and transmitting them to the tablet in front of him.
A complex program interface opened, countless characters scrolling rapidly across the screen, being compared and rearranged until they finally formed unfamiliar sentences.
"Intelligent Brain, I'll translate this text next. Please help me organize it, using the translated words and sentences I provide as a basis to build a vocabulary database and grammar model."
"Received. Scanned documents identified. Optimizing organization to avoid duplicate translation..."
Holding the tablet, Lin Mo began reading aloud the scanned sentences the AI had organized.
"The Terra Continent has six major races in total. Among them, the Goblins have already perished during two hundred years of conflict with the Demon Clan. The Dragon Clan..."
As he read, the AI on the tablet checked his work.
Over the next few hours, Lin Mo acted as a patient reader, providing pronunciations and Chinese translations for the sentences the AI had organized.
For Chinese, for example, there were 8,105 commonly used characters. He only needed to record those characters and their pronunciations.
As for obscure and less frequently used characters, those could be entered separately later.
With him serving as a "living dictionary," the AI's learning efficiency grew exponentially.
"Translation matrix accuracy and progress increased to 52%... 78%... 85%..."
Watching the numbers climb rapidly on the screen, Lin Mo finally breathed a sigh of relief.
With this, there was now a foundation for the weapon instructions and operating manuals to come.
The weapons and equipment they had sold would soon demonstrate their true power on the Terra Continent.
While Lin Mo was busy