My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible

Morning light poured through the tall glass windows of Bellemere Mansion, glinting off polished marble and the silverware set neatly on the breakfast table.

Liam sat alone at the head of the table, enjoying a calm breakfast. The food was simple—eggs, toast, and freshly brewed coffee.

Today was the day before his second weekly sign-in and the day he's to use his accumulated sign-ins, but he decided to delay it and not sign-in in the morning, as he wants to focus on the travel.

Evelyn had already packed his things earlier that morning. The Rolls-Royce Ghost Black Badge was already waiting outside, gleaming under the morning sun. Nick was already in the driver's seat, with that car's engine humming quietly, while Mason stood near the front door.

When Liam finished eating, he rose from his seat and walked toward the main hall. Mason straightened immediately and opened the door.

"Good morning, sir," he greeted.

"Good morning, Mason," Liam replied with a small nod and a light tone.

The air outside was crisp, filled with the faint scent of wet pavement from last night's drizzle. Liam adjusted the cuff of his jacket as he walked toward the waiting car. Mason followed two steps behind, his movements perfectly measured.

Mason opened the door for him, and Liam slipped inside and the door closed with a soft thud.

Mason took his seat beside Nick in the front, and the car began its smooth roll down the driveway. The iron gates of Bellemere slid open automatically as they approached, and the world outside welcomed them. The quiet streets of Holmby Hills stretched ahead, lined with palm trees swaying gently under the clear sky.

***

Half an hour later, the Rolls-Royce glided through the private access road leading to LAX's elite hangars. Their destination: Liam's personal hangar.

Nick slowly steered the car into the hangar. Inside, the Black Titan, the Flying Palace—the private A380—waited like a sleeping giant, its sleek black fuselage gleaming under the floodlights. Ground crew members moved around it in coordinated silence, finalizing preflight checks.

Nick stopped beside the boarding lift. Mason got out first and opened the door for Liam.

The moment Liam stepped out, a chorus of greetings broke out nearby.

"Finally!" Matt exclaimed, grinning ear to ear. He, Kristopher, Harper, and Alex were all waiting just a few meters away. They looked relaxed but excited, and they each were dressed casually.

"Good to see you, man," Kristopher said, pulling Liam into a quick hug.

"You too," Liam said with a warm smile.

The girls approached next—Stacy, Kristy, Lana, and Elise—each looking effortlessly composed, though their eyes gleamed with excitement.

Elise waved, "We were starting to think you'd make a dramatic entrance by landing your chopper on top of the hangar."

"Tempting. But I'll save that for another day," Liam replied, smiling.

They all laughed. There was an ease between them, a natural rhythm that came from shared history rather than circumstance.

"Come on," Liam said, motioning toward the boarding lift. "Let's get onboard. We've got a long flight ahead."

The lift lowered smoothly to meet them. The group stepped onto it and rose toward the aircraft's entryway. The massive jet felt more like a palace in the sky than a plane—two decks, custom interiors, and every luxury imaginable.

Inside, Liam took his usual seat near the forward lounge. The others settled around him.

Matt dropped into one of the couches with a sigh of pure contentment and muttered, "I swear, every time I get on this plane, it still feels unreal. Like—how are we even friends with the guy who owns an A380?"

"You're not the only one thinking that. Every time I see it, I have to remind myself this isn't a dream," Kristopher chuckled, stretching his legs.

"Oh, please. You think that's surreal? Try wrapping your head around the fact that he's got a meeting with Gulf royals. Real-life princes, Kristopher," Stacy smirked.

Her tone was teasing, but her words carried a hint of awe. The others turned toward Liam, who simply smiled.

"It's just a meeting," he said lightly. "Don't make it sound dramatic."

Elise raised a brow. "You're meeting three royal families. It's dramatic by definition."

Liam just laughed. "Alright, fair enough."

As the ground crew finished loading their luggage, the plane was towed out of the hangar and it began taxiing down the runway.

Within minutes, the A380 lifted off, climbing through the morning haze and Los Angeles receded into the distance, with their destination being Dubai.

Liam had arranged for them to stay for a week in the Middle East, basing themselves in Dubai at the Burj Khalifa's private residential floors—an entire level reserved for them.

The Bellemere Family Office had already handled the logistics. Two representatives had flown ahead yesterday to coordinate everything with the royal aides and manage the schedule for Liam's meetings.

For now, though, there was nothing to do but enjoy the flight.

It was a sixteen-hour journey, and boredom wasn't an option.

"So what do we do for sixteen hours?" Harper asked, glancing around the lounge.

"Movies?" Kristy suggested.

"Boring," Matt said. "We should watch the Lucid streams."

That caught everyone's attention.

"Lucid again?" Elise laughed. "You've been talking about that thing nonstop."

"Because it's insane," Matt said, eyes lighting up.

"The VR gameplay is so real it's scary. I was watching that guy, Phil Aiken, last night and I almost cried when he died in-game."

"I'll admit, that's wild," Kristopher nodded. "But how does an unknown company outdo literally every major tech firm on the planet?"

"Exactly!" Matt said, sitting forward. "It's not just the tech. It's everything. Neural link? Perfect. Local AI processing? Perfect. Real-time adaptive environments with emotional AI? Perfect. You realize no one's ever done that before?"

"You sound like the company's spokesperson," Harper shook his head.

Matt ignored him. "You don't get it. The craziest part isn't even the tech—it's the games. They built, like, eight AAA-level VR worlds, all alive, all reactive. That's impossible. Even the biggest studios take years for one!"

The group exchanged amused looks.

"Out of everything you mentioned," Stacy said dryly, "you think the biggest achievement is the games?"

"Absolutely," Matt said without hesitation. "You guys don't understand—building a game that feels real is way harder than building the tech. Even the kids' games on Lucid are better than half the AAA titles we've got now!"

He leaned forward, completely animated now. "It's not just graphics or realism—it's life. The NPCs react differently every time. They think, they argue, they adapt. They're not just lines of code."

"Spoken like a true addict," Harper teased.

Matt ignored him again, clearly too deep in his excitement.

Kristopher smiled faintly. "Too bad we can't even buy one yet. The company made sure Lucid can't be resold. No black market, no scalpers. Totally locked down."

"That's what makes it so mysterious," Lana said quietly. "They built the most advanced tech in the world, and no one knows who they are."

Liam, who had been listening quietly the whole time, smiled slightly.

"You might get lucky," he said.

Matt perked up instantly. "Wait—what do you mean by that?"

"You might get the device," Liam said, his tone teasing.

The boys cheered, laughing, while the girls shook their heads. It wasn't that they didn't believe him but they felt it would be next to impossible, with how little the units Nova Technologies intends to release monthly.

Liam actually intends to give his friends a Lucid unit each on the day of the launch.

"I'm serious," Matt said, grinning wide. "If I ever get one, I'm not leaving my house again."

"You said that about your last console," Harper said. "And you still left for free food when we called you."

"Yeah, well, priorities change," Matt shot back, earning another round of laughter.

Then Lana, who had been quiet for most of the conversation, spoke up softly, "If I do get one, I want to play Frontline: Starfall Dominion."

"You?" Liam looked at her in mild surprise.

He had never taken her for a girl that love guns, especially with how quiet she usually is.

"I like strategy. And good weapons," Lana smiled shyly. It was as if she had revealed her darkest secret.

The others burst out laughing. Elise nearly choked on her drink.

"She's been secretly watching gameplay videos for days," she said between laughs. "She knows the weapon names better than Matt."

"That's a lie," Matt protested, but the laughter only got louder.

The rest of the flight was filled with easy chatter, laughter, and light teasing that drifted through the cabin like background music.

Liam smiled as he enjoyed the moment with them.