CHAPTER 148 — THE WORLD OF GLASS
The hospital room felt smaller after the revelation.
Not physically. Mentally.
Long Hao lay against the white pillow, staring at Zehell's father as if the man had just dismantled an entire universe with a calm voice and tailored suit.
"You're saying," Long Hao spoke slowly, carefully, "that the world I lived in… was engineered."
Her father didn't flinch.
"Yes."
His voice remained cool, composed.
"With my company's neural immersion technology, we developed a cognitive interface capable of sustaining deep consciousness in comatose patients."
He walked toward the window, hands clasped behind his back.
"Your brain was not dormant. It was hyperactive. Structured. Generating narrative logic."
"So we gave it scaffolding."
Long Hao's jaw tightened faintly.
"Scaffolding."
"Yes."
"Think of it as a framework."
"Your imagination supplied the content."
"Our system ensured stability."
