My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible

The moment the scans completed, Liam felt a subtle click in his mind. His vision darkened for half a heartbeat, then flared back into clarity.

He was no longer looking at the wasteland. Instead, he stood in an endless white expanse.

It wasn’t blinding. The light wasn’t harsh or artificial. It was soft, diffuse, and strangely comfortable, as if it were coming from everywhere and nowhere at once. The air was weightless, soundless. There was no echo, breeze. The whole place was filled with just stillness.

And in front of him floated a single figure. Or rather, the outline of one.

A blank avatar.

It stood motionless, its body featureless and smooth, like a mannequin carved from light. No face or clothes.

"Welcome," Liam murmured to himself, with a small smile.

This was the Gear Glass lobby. His lobby.

He knew what this was meant to be: the personal "home screen" of the device. For ordinary users, it would be where their digital lives began each time the Glass powered on.

Right now, though, it was empty. A blank stage. Nothing but the figure before him, waiting for its first spark of identity.

"Now," Liam said softly, focusing on the figure. "Let’s create a character avatar."

The moment his thought touched the avatar, it stirred. Its surface rippled like disturbed water, features emerging as though sculpted by invisible hands. A jawline, cheekbones, the bridge of a nose. Strands of hair unfurled across its scalp, flowing down in dark waves. And eyes formed. Deep ocean-blue color. Eyes that were unmistakably his.

Within seconds, Liam was staring at himself.

He blinked, a laugh slipping past his lips despite the eerie sensation crawling up his spine.

The avatar not only looked like him — it was him. From the faint crease between his brows to every other part, the likeness was flawless.

And it wasn’t just the face. He glanced down and saw the avatar was dressed exactly as he was now: a simple black shirt, fitted trousers and sneaker. Even the folds of the fabric and the glint of the buttons were identical.

"Okay... that’s insane," Liam muttered. "Insane and... honestly kind of creepy."

The avatar smiled at the same time he did, and that made him pause. It was unsettling, like watching a mirror that knew too much.

Before he could dwell on it, a window shimmered into existence beside the avatar. It was a neat, translucent panel, hovering at chest height.

User Profile:

Name: Liam Scott

Age: 18

Sex: Male

Height: 6’0"

It was all basic data. Simple and clean. But to Liam, the implications were enormous.

This wasn’t just an avatar. This was identity. The Glass was binding his profile, anchoring it to him at a fundamental level. Every session, every interaction, every creation he would ever build here will all tied back to this foundation.

He gave a satisfied nod. "That’ll do."

The window faded away with a soft pulse of light.

"Lucy," he said aloud, his voice steady in the quiet void. "Connect to the Gear Glass. From now on, you’ll be my personal AI assistant for this device."

"Yes, sir," Lucy’s voice replied — not from the laptop this time, but from within his own mind.

The sound wasn’t in his ears. It was inside, a thought threaded seamlessly through his consciousness.

Liam’s lips parted slightly in awe. "Direct mind-link," he whispered. "Perfect."

His plan was simple, but revolutionary. Every user of the Gear Glass would have a personal AI assistant bound to their account. It wouldn’t be invasive, as there will be no spying or any no hidden agendas. Its default function would be safety.

The AI would monitor a user’s vitals during use: pulse, breathing, neurological stress. If someone fainted while gaming, the AI would alert them.

If their heartbeat spiked abnormally, it would advise them to stop. And if things ever tipped into real danger — a seizure, a heart attack, a panic spiral — the AI would call emergency services and shut down the device.

This was a built-in safeguard that no tech company on Earth had ever dared to prioritize.

And more importantly, the AI would enforce Liam’s greatest restriction: a daily usage limit of twelve hours.

Liam’s expression hardened as he thought about it.

He had seen enough movies, read enough books to know where unchecked VR could lead. Worlds so immersive people forgot reality. Lives abandoned in favor of digital fantasy. Whole generations lost in artificial heavens.

Not under his watch.

"I won’t let humanity turn this into an escape," Liam muttered, narrowing his eyes. "This tech will enhance the world, not replace it. And if people hate me for it... so be it."

He doesn’t mind if people riot and stop using the device before he knew that it was impossible. Once they’ve tasted it, they’ll never quit. They’ll adapt to the rules.

"Then let’s move forward." he said, as he turned back to the avatar.

"Lucy," he said, his tone crisp. "You have full permission to access the information about the games in my mind."

"Understood."

Since the Gear Glass will be introduced as a gaming device before its future evolution into something more, he needs to create games for it. And he already has has multiple game ideas for it.

At once, he felt a faint pressure at the back of his mind. It was gentle, like a fingertip brushing against glass. Lucy wasn’t prying, only receiving what he chose to send.

He pictured the first sketches of his game ideas, the fragments of worlds and mechanics he had been dreaming of since the moment the Gear Glass concept formed.

Lucy absorbed it all in silence, like water filling a vessel.

The first game is the device’s flagship game, Terra. It’s concept is full 1:1 Earth and Universe simulation. It will be like VR version of Earth but with sweet god mode and creator mod where users can create whatever they want but won’t affect the base game.

They can give themselves the ability to fly and do whatever they want with the ability but in the base game, nothing changes.

In the game, users can do whatever they want, as long as it’s within the game’s rules.

There’s the second game which is a creative sandbox game with infinite freedom and users can design, and build whatever they want.

Then there’s the RPG and fantasy game. This one will be a killer due to the advantage of the extreme realism of the device. Wielding magic and swords, deep combat and going on adventures. That’s the core of the game.

It will naturally have quest-driven narrative, and co-op or solo mode. It will be the first fantasy MMORPG.

The fourth game will be a PvP shooter game. Not much explanation is needed for this as one can already imagine feeling the violent vibration as a grenade explodes nearby, and the insane neural-haptic feedback as a gun. And let’s not forget those possible insane maps.

There will also be football and basketball game. Though the two will slightly complicated for some reasons but Lucy will work around it.

Then there’s the kids and other causal games.

The one selling points of this games is their realism. Except for the children games that will feature cute chibi characters, the other games won’t have that. The in-game characters will have realistic appearances.

These games still have to be worked on extensively and Liam trust Lucy to do the job.

"I have the frameworks. I’ll begin work immediately," Lucy said.

"Good," Liam murmured.

With all that settled and Lucy now working on the games, Liam can finally go back to the Earth and rest.

It’s only been less than half an hour on Earth but he has spent more than two weeks in the Dimensional Space. He really needs to rest but he knew that it might not be possible, as he was still expecting calls from the IR department of the companies he received their shares.

Ahhh... Whatever.

He left the space and returned to his room. He collapsed on the bed and closed his eyes, trying to sense the nanites doing their work in his body.

Unfortunately he couldn’t sense anything and he didn’t feel anything. Not even the initial itch.

Liam sighed and stopped, as he decided to really rest. But before he could do that, his phone started ringing and it was an unknown number.

Liam picked it up and just as expected, it was the IR department of one of those companies.