My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible - Chapter 432 Training Results

Chapter 432  Training Results

Just as Liam intended, he spent the entirety of the day focused on training, and after immersing himself completely in perfecting his new techniques, he felt deeply satisfied with the progress he’d made.

The space-cutting technique had been his primary focus during the first several hours, as he analyzed every component of the technique.

Through countless iterations and modifications, Liam had refined the technique to the point where its destructive potential and efficiency far surpassed the original version he’d witnessed.

The spatial cuts he could now create were sharper, formed faster, and consumed less energy per activation than the Vice Master’s technique. But more importantly, Liam had successfully modified the ability for tactical movement applications.

He could tear open multiple rifts in space simultaneously and transition between them with fluidity and ease.

The combat applications were staggering. He could effectively teleport around a battlefield, appearing behind an opponent, vanishing before they could counter, and repositioning for the optimal angle of attack.

The technique gave him a mobility advantage that would prove invaluable against enemies who relied on overwhelming force or area-denial abilities.

The only significant drawback was the technique’s energy consumption. Maintaining multiple spatial tears and jumping between them drained spiritual energy at an alarming rate. For most cultivators, even those at higher realms, the technique would be usable for perhaps a few dozen transitions before complete exhaustion.

But Liam wasn’t most cultivators.

His Dao Array Eyes eliminated energy wastage entirely, ensuring that every drop of Primordial Essence he channeled into the technique was used with perfect efficiency. Combined with his passive energy absorption—which meant he recovered energy continuously, even during active combat—the result created an illusion of near-infinite reserves.

He could maintain the technique far longer than should be possible, outlasting opponents who assumed he’d eventually exhaust himself.

Liam had decided to name the technique Void Step. The name captured both its spatial manipulation aspect and its function as a movement ability.

The meteor shower technique had consumed the middle portion of his training day. Unlike Void Step, which required precision and finesse, this technique was pure destructive power scaled to catastrophic levels.

Liam had increased its range dramatically, expanding the area of effect from a few hundred meters to several kilometers. The destructive potential had grown proportionally. He could now effectively level an entire city on Earth with a single full-power activation. The thought both thrilled and sobered him.

The technique functioned by creating dozens—or hundreds, depending on how much energy he channeled—of compressed energy projectiles high above the target area. Each projectile contained devastating explosive force, and when released simultaneously, they rained down like a true meteor shower, obliterating everything within the designated zone.

He could also just compressed it into a few meteors, but their sizes would be massive and their level of destructiveness would be catastrophic to cataclysmic.

But the energy cost was astronomical.

While Liam could maintain Void Step for extended periods thanks to his unique advantages, this technique was different. He could activate it perhaps three or four times at full power before completely draining his energy reserves.

Even with his passive absorption and perfect efficiency, the sheer quantity of Primordial Essence required for each activation made it a finishing move rather than a sustainable combat ability.

Liam had named it Celestial Rain. The name evoked the visual spectacle of the technique while hinting at its heaven-sent devastation.

The golden gauntlet technique had undergone the most dramatic transformation during Liam’s modifications. The original version, used by the Devouring Petal Pavilion Elder, had been impressive, but Liam had envisioned something far more versatile.

Through extensive experimentation and reconstruction, he’d transformed the technique from a simple offensive enhancement into a comprehensive combat system.

Instead of manifesting as gauntlets, the energy now formed a complete suit of armor that enveloped his entire body. The golden construct provided both offensive and defensive capabilities, dramatically increasing his physical durability while maintaining the original strength enhancement.

More impressively, Liam had incorporated shape-manipulation properties into the technique. He could extend portions of the armor outward, creating weapons on demand. Swords, spears, shields, hammers—any construct he could visualize could be manifested from the golden energy, limited only by his imagination and his Primordial Essence reserves.

The technique’s adaptability made it extraordinarily valuable. He could shift from defensive posture to offensive assault instantaneously, responding to threats with whatever tool the situation demanded.

Liam had named this technique Genesis Armament. The name reflected both its creative aspect and its fundamental nature as his primary combat enhancement.

The gravity compression technique had proven more challenging. Unlike the others, which Liam had successfully perfected, this one still resisted his complete mastery.

He’d made significant progress, understanding the fundamental principles and achieving basic functionality. But the technique’s complexity—creating localized zones of intense gravitational force while maintaining precise control over their strength and duration—required more refinement than a single day could provide.

Still, he’d established a solid foundation. With continued practice, he was confident he could eventually perfect it to the same degree as his other abilities.

Liam hovered above the landscape, surveying the results of his training. Below him stretched a massive crater, easily a kilometer across and hundreds of meters deep. The surrounding terrain bore the scars of countless spatial cuts, meteor impacts, and gravitational distortions. The area looked like a battlefield where gods had clashed.

He smiled, satisfaction warming his chest. “All in a day’s work,” he murmured.

The training had been intense and exhausting, but productive beyond his expectations. He’d transformed theoretical knowledge into practical mastery, converting techniques he’d only observed into abilities he could execute with confidence.

Liam sighed softly and decided it was time to return. He’d pushed himself hard enough for one day. Even with his enhanced stamina and recovery, mental fatigue had begun to creep in.

He vanished from the Dimensional Space, reappearing in his bedroom at Bellemere Mansion.

He walked directly to the bathroom, stripping off his training clothes as he went. A hot shower sounded perfect right now.

Thirty minutes later, freshly showered and dressed in casual clothes, Liam headed downstairs for dinner.

***

Half an hour after that, Liam returned to his bedroom, his stomach full and his body clean. But despite the late hour, sleep didn’t appeal to him yet. His mind remained active, processing the day’s experiences and identifying areas for future improvement.

He settled into the chair by his window, staring out at the night sky as he mentally reviewed his battle with the Devouring Petal Pavilion experts.

The confrontation had been his first real test against opponents of comparable power, and while he’d emerged victorious, the engagement had revealed several vulnerabilities in his approach.

The destruction of his exosuit particularly troubled him. The advanced technology had provided useful enhancements during the early stages of the fight, but when faced with overwhelming attacks and reality-warping techniques, the suit had proven woefully inadequate. It had been shredded like paper.

The lesson was clear: technology, no matter how sophisticated, remained fundamentally fragile when confronted with sufficient raw power. Physical materials had limits. Conventional engineering couldn’t compete with abilities that literally bent the laws of physics.

What he needed was a defensive item created from materials that existed on the same metaphysical level as the threats he faced. Something that could withstand attacks from cultivation experts and magical beings alike.

The answer came to him immediately: the five massive Jörmungandr scales he’d received as a sign-in reward.

Liam leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes as he considered the possibilities. The scales of the World Serpent—a mythical creature rumored to be capable of swallowing entire worlds—represented materials of incomprehensible durability and inherent power. Even a single scale could probably withstand attacks that would vaporize mountains.

And he had five of them.

The idea of creating a defensive item from such materials excited him. But what form should it take? Traditional armor felt too obvious, too restrictive. He wanted something he could wear constantly, something that wouldn’t draw attention or limit his movement.

Normal-looking clothes made from the scales felt right. A jacket, perhaps, or a full outfit that appeared completely ordinary to casual observation but provided absolute protection when needed. The contrast between mundane appearance and divine-level defense appealed to his sense of practicality.

The more Liam thought about it, the more the idea solidified in his mind. An entire set of clothing—shirt, pants, jacket, maybe even a coat—all created from the Jörmungandr scales.

They would be comfortable enough for daily wear, inconspicuous enough to avoid unwanted attention, yet capable of protecting him from attacks that could level cities.

It was just perfect.

But as his excitement built, reality reasserted itself with sobering clarity. Creating such an item wasn’t something he could attempt with his current capabilities.

The Jörmungandr scales weren’t ordinary materials. They were divine artifacts in their own right, imbued with fundamental properties that transcended anything else.

Working with them would require more than just crafting skill or technical knowledge. He would need to understand concepts and principles he couldn’t yet grasp. He’d need to reach a level of power and comprehension that allowed him to interact with divine-tier materials without destroying them or himself in the process.

Liam suspected he’d need to reach at least the Transcendent Rank before attempting such a project. At his current level in the mortal ranks, touching those scales with crafting intent would probably result in catastrophic failure at best.

He sighed, frustration and acceptance mixing in his chest. He still has incredible resources at his disposal but his current strength wasn’t sufficient to actually utilize many of them. The Jörmungandr scales, the complete Abyssal Dragon Inheritance, probably several other rewards he’d received, are all locked behind gates of insufficient power.

But the frustration was temporary. His strength was increasing rapidly, far faster than should be possible. The cultivation speed boost cards guaranteed that. It wouldn’t take long before he achieved the necessary level. Weeks or months instead of decades or centuries.

Patience, he reminded himself. Patience and consistent effort.

His thoughts shifted to a more immediately actionable topic: his promise to his friends.

Liam had told his friends that he’d take them to the Lunar Base Sanctuary when he had free time.

He felt that since he has used the whole of today to train and take care of his past business, he can have fun with his friends tomorrow.

Besides, bringing his friends into his deeper secrets felt important. They’d already seen some of what he could do, already knew he was far from ordinary. But they didn’t know the full scope of his capabilities or the true nature of his resources.

Before he brought Master Han to the Dimensional Space—which he still planned to do—he wanted his friends to understand what they were becoming part of. They deserved to see the incredible things that existed beyond Earth’s mundane reality.

With his decision made, Liam reached for his phone on the nightstand. He opened their group chat and typed a message:

“Get ready for tomorrow. We’re taking our first actual journey into space.”

He smiled as he hit send. The message was dramatic, yes, but appropriate given what he had planned. Their reactions when they saw the Lunar Base would be priceless.

The phone vibrated almost immediately. Someone had already replied.

Liam glanced at the screen and laughed. Matt’s response consisted of exactly two words:

“HELL YEAH!”

Typical Matt, Liam smiled as he climbed into bed, his mind already imagining his friends’ faces when they see the space shuttle with their eyes and when they see the Lunar Base Sanctuary.