The wall in the corner automatically opened, and a device full of psychedelic aura slowly moved out.
Underneath the device was a fully enclosed seat, and above it hung a strangely shaped helmet.
Calling it a helmet was not quite accurate, it looked more like a colorful jellyfish.
The outer shell and floating tentacles of the jellyfish seemed to be made of a composite material of metal and biological materials.
Harrison Clark sat down with a nervous heart.
The jellyfish helmet slowly descended, countless filamentous hanging arms opened on their own, then adhered to his scalp and face and slowly contracted, like a passerby trapped by a bloodsucker lock.
At the same time, dozens of binding straps automatically sprang out of the chair under him, firmly fixing him to the chair, like a teenager with internet addiction who inadvertently entered the treatment room of the Thunder and Lightning King.
