My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible

Liam stepped out of his Blue Valley penthouse bathroom, steam still clinging to the mirror behind him as he toweled off the last traces of water from his skin.

The hot shower had felt incredible after the battle, washing away not just the blood and grime but some of the residual tension that had coiled in his muscles during the confrontation with the Pavilion Master.

He moved to his closet, pulling out one of his Armani clothes. Ss he slipped into the dress shirt, he half-expected it to not fit because of the changes brought by the transformation. But the fabric settled perfectly against his frame, the tailored cut fitting as if it had been made yesterday rather than months ago.

Strange, he thought.

Either I haven’t changed as much physically as I thought, or my body adapted to maintain my original proportions despite the internal transformation.

After he was done dressing up, he vanished from the penthouse and he materialized in the Dimensional Space, and immediately he sensed Lucy’s presence nearby.

Before he could even take a full breath, she was there, standing perhaps ten feet away, her arms crossed tightly across her chest.

The look on her face made Liam’s smile falter.

Lucy’s expression was a storm of emotions—worry, anger, relief, and frustration all warring for dominance. Her jaw was set in that particular way that told him she’d been holding in her feelings for a while, letting them build up pressure like water behind a dam.

"Hey," Liam said, offering what he hoped was a disarming smile. "I know what you’re thinking, but let me explain—"

"Explain?" Lucy’s voice was controlled, but Liam could hear the tremor beneath it. Her arms tightened around herself. "Explain what, exactly? How the exosuit I designed to keep you safe got completely destroyed? How I spent the last two hours watching critical warnings flood my systems while not being able to do anything about it?"

Her voice cracked slightly on the last words, and Liam felt a pang of guilt lance through his chest.

He opened his mouth to respond, but Lucy’s expression hardened further, her eyes beginning to shimmer with unshed tears that she was fighting to contain. The sight made something twist in his stomach.

Liam sighed, letting his shoulders drop, and said nothing. Sometimes, he’d learned, silence was the only appropriate response.

Lucy took a shaky breath, clearly trying to compose herself. When she spoke again, her voice was quieter, more controlled. "Are you injured? Anywhere at all?"

"No," Liam said immediately, his tone gentle.

It was the truth. The injuries that had seemed so severe during the battle had all healed completely during his shower. What would have hospitalized any normal person for months, requiring extensive surgery and even more extensive physical therapy, had vanished in minutes.

His enhanced physiology was nothing short of miraculous. The healing factor that came with his transformation operated on a level that defied conventional medical understanding. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Lucy studied his face for a long moment, searching for any sign of deception or minimization. Whatever she saw there must have satisfied her, because her rigid posture finally began to relax. She nodded slowly, then sighed deeply, the tension bleeding out of her shoulders.

"That’s good," she whispered, and then she was moving, closing the distance between them in quick strides.

She wrapped her arms around him tightly, burying her face against his chest. Liam could feel her trembling slightly, the physical manifestation of all the worry she’d been suppressing finally being released.

"I got worried," Lucy said, her voice muffled against his suit jacket. "The exosuit started sending critical warnings. I kept trying to stabilize the systems remotely, but there was nothing I could do from here."

Her arms tightened around him. "And then... then the connection just cut out completely. I knew that the exosuit had been destroyed, but I didn’t know if you were okay, if you were injured, if you were..." She didn’t finish the sentence.

Liam raised his hands, gently stroking her hair, his touch soft and reassuring. "I’m sorry," he said quietly. "I didn’t mean to worry you. The fight got more intense than I’d anticipated."

"More intense?" Lucy pulled back just enough to look up at him, though she didn’t release her hold. Her eyes were red-rimmed but dry. "Master, that exosuit was designed to survive atmospheric reentry, direct hits from plasma weapons, and prolonged exposure to radiation levels that would kill any normal human in seconds. What the hell were you fighting?"

"A Void Amalgamation cultivator," Liam said honestly. "The Pavilion Master of the organization I was dismantling."

Lucy’s eyes widened. "Oh."

"Yeah," Liam confirmed.

Lucy was quiet for a moment, processing this. Then she sighed again, a long, resigned sound. "I understand."

She pulled back completely, though one hand lingered on his arm. When she looked up at him, her expression had shifted into that of determination.

"I’m going to start working on a new exosuit immediately," she announced. "A better version. Something that can actually protect you when you’re fighting opponents two tiers above your level, apparently."

She reached into her pocket and pulled out what looked like an expensive chronograph watch—stainless steel with a blue face and intricate complications visible through the crystal.

"Here. This is the same model as the suit you just destroyed."

Lucy held it out, and Liam took it carefully, examining the craftsmanship.

"I’ll contact you when the upgraded version is ready," Lucy continued. "I’m going to analyze all the data from your recent battle and the next version will be better."

"Actually," Liam said, fastening the watch around his left wrist and adjusting the band, "I need to ask you something related to that. Can you build more exosuits? Not just one or two, but enough to arm an army?"

Lucy’s eyebrows rose. "An army? You planning on recruiting?"

"Eventually," Liam said.

"Is that is so, then I will get them on them immediately. But I will be giving you the premium version of the exosuit," Lucy said, stepping back.

"I’ll look forward to seeing them," Liam said warmly.

"Take care of yourself and don’t break this one."

"I promise," Liam said, holding up his hands in a gesture of surrender.

He smiled one last time, vanished, teleporting out of the Dimensional Space.

He materialized outside Master Han’s house. He approached the gate and knocked firmly on the worn wooden surface, the sound echoing slightly in the quiet night air.

Almost immediately, he heard Luo’s voice from inside, surprised and excited, followed by the sound of running footsteps approaching the gate.

The wooden gate swung open a moment later, revealing both Luo and Master Han standing there. The relief on their faces was palpable.

Master Han’s weathered face broke into a smile. "Master," he said, his voice warm with genuine relief. "Please, come inside. Come inside."

Liam nodded, returning the smile, and stepped through the gate. Master Han closed it behind him, and together they walked across the small courtyard toward the house.

They settled into the living room, Master Han and Luo taking seats on the wooden bench while Liam sat across from them in a cushioned chair.

"Are you hungry?" Master Han asked immediately.

"I am hungry, actually," Liam said.

Without hesitation, Luo stood up and headed toward the kitchen.

After Luo left, Liam turned his full attention to Master Han. "How are you feeling?"

Master Han’s smile widened, and he flexed his left hand, demonstrating its full range of motion.

"I’m perfectly fine," he said, his voice carrying genuine wonder. "Better than fine, actually."

He stood up and walked a few steps, demonstrating his restored mobility. "And the food! I just finished the meal Luo prepared, and I can actually taste everything properly again. I hadn’t even realized my sense of taste had dulled over the years. It’s like... it’s like I’ve been given twenty years of my life back."

"I’m glad," Liam said simply, genuine happiness warming his chest at seeing the old blacksmith so animated. "You deserved better and you deserve to enjoy your craft without pain holding you back."

Master Han sat back down, his expression becoming more serious, more grateful. "This is all thanks to you, Master."

"You don’t need to," Liam interrupted gently. "You’re a good man, Master Han. The world needs more people like you, not fewer. Helping you wasn’t charity—it was justice."

There was a brief, comfortable silence as both men processed the weight of what had happened and what it meant. Then Master Han’s expression shifted, becoming concerned.

"And you?" he asked quietly. "How are you?"

Liam smiled, understanding what Master Han was really asking. The old man wanted to know about the Devouring Petal Pavilion, wanted to know if it was truly over.

"Don’t worry, Master Han," Liam said, his voice calm and certain. "Everything has been taken care of. The organization is gone. Every single one of them, from the lowest assassin to the Pavilion Master himself. They’ll never threaten you or anyone else again."

Master Han studied his face for a long moment, reading the absolute certainty there, then nodded slowly. "I see."

He didn’t ask for details, didn’t press for specifics. Perhaps he understood that some things were better left unsaid, or perhaps he simply trusted that Liam had done what needed to be done.

Luo returned moments later carrying a tray laden with food, set it down on the low table in front of Liam with a small bow.

"Thank you, Luo," Liam said warmly, and the young man smiled before retreating to his own seat.

Liam ate slowly, savoring the simple meal.

When he finished, setting down his chopsticks and wiping his mouth with the provided cloth, Liam knew it was time. He’d been putting it off, but they deserved to know. Deserved to understand where he’d been and what had happened to change him so fundamentally.

He looked up, meeting first Master Han’s eyes, then Luo’s, and took a breath.

"I know you both are curious about a lot of things and it’s time for me to tell you everything," Liam began.

Master Han leaned forward slightly, his full attention focused on Liam. Luo did the same, curiosity and concern mixing on his young face.

"It all started when..."