My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible - Chapter 438 Time To Have Fun

Chapter 438  Time To Have Fun

A few minutes passed since the last word had been said.

Nobody rushed to fill the quiet. The Dimensional Space stretched around them, red and indifferent, and Liam’s friends stood, not ready to move yet, not sure what moving forward even looked like.

Liam watched them. He’d expected more resistance, more denial. He’d mentally prepared for questions that turned into arguments, for someone to draw a hard line at dragons being real or universes being plural. But they hadn’t. They’d absorbed it with the grace of people who trusted the source more than they trusted their own discomfort.

He hadn’t expected to feel what he felt after telling them. Something had loosened in his chest that he hadn’t noticed was tight. He’d been carrying the weight of knowing alone for months, and he hadn’t registered the weight until some of it was gone.

His friends had begun drifting slightly, not far, but their eyes were moving across the terrain with the restless energy of people whose curiosity had overtaken their shock. They studied the cracked red earth, the violet sky, the strange quality of light that came from no visible source. Nobody left the small cluster they’d formed when they arrived. Instinct kept them close.

Liam let them look for another minute. Then he turned toward the structure behind him.

“I think it’s time,” he said. “Come and see the rest.”

They turned. Several of them had noticed the structure when they arrived but hadn’t focused on it, too occupied with everything else. Now they looked at it properly.

It was massive. The word didn’t quite cover it. The industrial base rose from the red landscape like something that had always been there, its scale difficult to measure against the featureless terrain surrounding it. The walls were smooth and dark, the material catching no light, giving nothing away. Two enormous doors marked the entrance, each one several meters tall, forged from a metal none of them could identify. The surface had no visible seams, no bolts, no obvious manufacturing marks. It looked grown rather than built.

“What’s that made of?” Harper asked.

“I actually don’t know. Lucy built everything and I never really bothered with the details,” Liam said.

He walked to the doors and pressed his hand flat against the surface.

The doors opened inward with no sound at all. They simply moved, and behind them was light and motion and the constant, purposeful movement of drones in their dozens, cutting lines through the air in every direction.

Matt made a surprise sound when he saw this.

“Welcome to Nova Technologies’ industrial base. Come, let me give you all a tour of the entire facility” Liam said and walked through.

His friends looked at him and slowly walked towards the door, wondering when they will finally have time to breath from all the shocking revelations Liam’s been dumping in them.

***

The tour took the better part of an hour.

Liam didn’t rush it. He moved them through the facility at a pace that allowed absorption, pausing when he saw someone stop to stare, answering questions when they came, staying quiet when silence was doing more work than explanation could.

The first hall they entered housed the drone coordination network. The ceiling was high enough that the upper levels were lost in controlled shadow. Drones moved in coordinated streams at multiple altitudes, each one on a precise path, none of them colliding, none of them hesitating. The patterns they formed were almost beautiful, a constant choreography of machine logic operating without supervision. There were no operators. No control stations with human hands on panels. Just the drones and their invisible instructions.

“Who tells them what to do?” Kristy asked, her phone’s camera moving slowly across the space.

“Lucy,” Liam said simply.

She lowered the camera slightly. “All of them? At once?”

“All of them. Constantly.”

Kristy raised the phone’s camera again and said nothing more.

The fabrication wing came next, and this was where his friends first started losing their vocabulary.

They saw the Molecular Assembler and they couldn’t believe what they were seeing. They saw as materials entered the system at one end, raw and unformed, but what emerged at the other end were components of such precision that even Liam, who had seen it dozens of times, found the process quietly remarkable.

Alex stood at the observation rail for a long time, watching a component take shape. His expression was the focused, unreadable one.

“Is this… an Atomic Printer?” He finally asked.

“No, it’s actually a Molecular Assembler,” Liam confirmed.

“Is that better than the Atomic Printer?”

“Far beyond the capabilities of an Atomic Printer.”

“Insane.”

Then came the Molecular Analyser. His friends were shocked by the unremarkably small and very interesting small size of the device.

They had expected something that will be as huge as a small building but the machine isn’t even bigger than a printer.

Liam smiled at their expressions and explained what the device does. He kept the explanation clean and direct. The device could break any substance down to its molecular structure, map every property, identify every interaction, and produce a complete blueprint for replication or modification. Any material in existence. Any compound. Any alloy. Any biological structure.

The group stood in front of it and nobody spoke for almost thirty seconds. The fact there’s no in betweenx no manufacturing variance and no human error, proved that Nova Technologies has created a perfect system.

Harper turned to Liam with an expression that had moved past awe into something almost accusatory, the look of someone who felt the rules had been changed without his consent.

“This is why everything Nova Technologies produces works perfectly,” he said.

“Yes,” Liam said.

“Every product and every component.”

“Yes.”

Harper turned back to the Assembler. “This is why you’re not afraid of anyone trying to replicate your technology.”

“They can try, but they won’t have this,” Liam said with a confident smile.

The rest of the tour moved through power generation systems that operated on principles his friends had no framework to evaluate, materials storage vaults containing substances that had no Earth equivalent, and research areas where projects were running autonomously without any human involvement at any stage.

At every stop, the same pattern repeated. Initial observation, the search for familiar reference points, the failure to find them, and then the quiet, reluctant acceptance that the closest available word for what they were seeing was not science. It wasn’t engineering. It wasn’t technology in any sense the word had carried before today.

The closest word was magic, but none of them said it aloud.

***

His office was where they ended up, settling into the chairs arranged around the space with the collective exhaustion of people who had spent an hour having their understanding of the world systematically taken apart and not reassembled.

Nobody spoke for a full minute.

The silence this time wasn’t shock or awe. It was processing. The specific quiet of minds sorting an input load that exceeded normal parameters, filing things into categories that didn’t previously exist, making space for a new version of what was possible.

Alex broke the silence eventually.

“I understand now,” he said. He was looking at the middle distance, not at Liam, or at anything specific. “Why you’re so settled about all of it. The regulations. The government attention. The pressure.”

He paused, organizing the thought.

“The facility is in a separate universe. The operations are completely untouchable. They can pass laws, they can freeze accounts, they can send investigators. None of it reaches here.” He finally looked at Liam. “And even the moon base is positioned perfectly. No jurisdiction. No oversight. No physical access without your permission.”

He sat back. “You didn’t just build a company. You built something that exists outside the reach of every power structure on Earth.”

Liam smiled. “I knew what I was getting into. I knew the attention would come. I just made sure it couldn’t do anything when it arrived.”

Nobody had a response to that. It was simply true.

The group sat with it for another moment. Then Liam looked across the room at the eight of them, the exosuits still active, visors transparent, faces visible.

“We’ve been doing serious things all day,” he said. “I think it’s time to actually have fun.”

The shift in the room was immediate. Faces that had been still and processing came alive. Stacy sat up straighter. Matt’s eyes refocused with an energy that had been waiting for exactly this. Even Kristopher allowed himself a visible smile.

Liam rose from his chair without using his legs. He simply lifted, his body leaving the seat and hovering a meter above the floor with the casualness and ease of someone standing up from a table.

He pointed upward toward the open shaft above them, the column of light that ran through the building’s core and opened to the sky of the Dimensional Space far above.

“We go out through there,” he said. “Follow me.”

His friends stood. All at once, the weight of the day lifted from their shoulders and something lighter and faster took its place.

They’d had enough of being amazed by things they couldn’t touch.

It was finally time to fly.