During the time Mo Ling spent at the research institute, every day he heard researchers discussing all sorts of properties of Abyssal Iron and cubes.
Though he could not fully understand them, he had committed that surface-level knowledge to memory.
"Cubes can imitate ordinary objects."
Abyssal Iron possessed the same property, except its imitative ability was somewhat inferior to that of cubes.
But Mo Ling had never heard of Abyssal Iron being able to completely "become" a fixed object.
Like the tables and chandeliers before him—if they truly were Abyssal Iron, then they had existed for over sixty years. Could they really have remained in an imitative state all that time?
The research institute said that Abyssal Iron possessed a simple subjective consciousness. What purpose did it serve for it to turn into ordinary furniture?
"They're all Abyssal Iron, right?" Mo Ling asked Martin for confirmation.
"Mm." Martin nodded. "This room, and everything in it, is Abyssal Iron."
"How was this done? By using Abyssal Iron's ability to imitate things?"
"Yes, just like Building Blocks."
At the mention of Building Blocks, Mo Ling's memories stirred again. He seemed to see a scene: Li Luo was using her hands to stack enormous metal cubes one atop another, piling them higher and higher...
A flash of silver light later, Mo Ling returned to reality. Looking at the objects in the room, he seemed to see piles upon piles of "building blocks."
"The smaller the cubes, the more realistic the scene they can build," Martin continued explaining.
He raised both hands and indicated an approximate size.
"With cubes the size of drinking glasses, you can build a block castle. The human eye can clearly see the boundaries between the cubes, and neither their edges nor the gaps between them can be hidden. They