The night was calm over the Caribbean, a silence that stretched wide across the dark horizon where sea and sky met. The air was crisp, still carrying traces of the salt breeze drifting from the ocean.

Liam stood on San Caerola Key's private runway, hands tucked casually in his pockets, he watched as the first of the 200 silver-gray pods began to rise from the runway. Their smooth hulls gleamed briefly under the moon before fading into invisibility as they ascended.

One by one, they lifted off silently with faint ripples of distortion in the air. Each pod glided upward like a phantom, climbing higher and higher until they vanished into the thin edge of the stratosphere.

"Deployment successful. All pods ascending at optimal trajectory. Altitude set to sixty-five thousand feet. Global dispersal pattern commencing now," Lucy's reported.

Liam's gaze followed them into the night sky. Above him, invisible titans were taking their positions in the heavens.

The plan was meticulous. Ten pods for the United States, the same for Canada and China. Russia, due to its massive land area, was assigned seventeen. Each region was calculated with roughly one pod per five hundred thousand to a million square kilometers.

Within minutes, the pods began to form a vast, invisible network—a global web stretching from one continent to another, unseen yet omnipresent.

"Each pod is now holding stable altitude," Lucy reported again.

"Status of visibility?"

"The pods are undetectable by any known radar system," Lucy said. "Their outer hulls bend light across all visible spectrums. Even high-altitude reconnaissance planes will see nothing but empty sky. To satellites, they'll appear as thermal anomalies — random noise in the atmosphere."

"Good," Liam murmured. "That's exactly what I wanted."

He stood in silence for a few moments, listening to the soft whisper of the sea. The world's first autonomous logistics network—his network—was now awake, suspended high above the Earth like a hidden constellation.

Now, Lucid could be delivered anywhere on the planet. No shipping lanes, customs or corporate gatekeepers.

Each pod would serve as an airborne hub—its internal drones waiting, dormant, until they received deployment commands. At sunrise, the network would awaken, scattering micro-drones across the world to deliver to the tech reviewers.

They would descend like invisible comets, each carrying a single Lucid box.

By the time the sun rose, the few world's most influential tech reviewers, content creators, and analysts he selected, would find a sleek black package waiting on their doorsteps.

Lucid would arrive before breakfast.

Liam's smile widened slightly at the thought. The timing was perfect.

He had planned everything down to the second. Once the devices were delivered, each reviewer would have seventy-two hours max — three days — to release every single videos, write-ups, and impressions they can on the device. That window was deliberate; short enough to create frenzy, long enough to ensure saturation.

Of course, Liam was aware that they will be addicted immediately they try it on the first time.

He could already imagine the flood of unboxing videos, the tech forums exploding with discussion, the disbelief turning into obsession.

Liam took one last look at the dark sky. Satisfied, he turned away from the runway and vanished, the night air folding around him as he reappeared inside the Dimensional Space.

He took one more breath, then blinked again — this time emerging back inside his room at Bellemere Mansion.

He collapsed onto the bed, the soft fabric sinking beneath him as he exhaled deeply.

"Everything's in motion," he murmured.

The pods were in position, the drones were ready, and the countdown had already begun.

The first light of dawn would mark the beginning of Lucid's reign.

"Tomorrow, the world will change," he muttered to himself.

And with that, he closed his eyes and drifted into sleep.

***

The Following Morning

When sunlight spilled across the Los Angeles skyline, the world below was already in motion. But Liam had woken up before sunrise.

"Good morning, Master," Lucy greeted. "The deliveries have been completed."

"All of them?" Liam asked, as he got out of bed.

"Yes," Lucy replied. "Ten deliveries, executed precisely at 4:13 a.m. local time for each recipient's timezone. Each reviewer has received the package. All drones have returned to their pods. Not a single anomaly detected by radar or satellite."

"Perfect," Liam muttered, as he leaned back against the headboard.

He knew that somewhere across the planet, the top tech reviewers — people with millions of followers and direct influence over global consumer markets — were now unwrapping sleek, matte-black boxes bearing only one engraved word: Lucid.

He could already imagine their reactions. The confusion first—then curiosity. Then awe, when they powered it on for the first time.

And within minutes, every reviewer who wore it would know instinctively that they were holding something that defied modern technology.

Liam smiled at the thought. They wouldn't even be able to describe how it worked. They'd try—oh, they would try—but every attempt to explain it would sound impossible.

They would test it under light, under shade, underwater, in the dark, in the glare of studio lamps — and Lucid would outperform everything.

The internet would explode.

Liam stretched and stood up.

"Any early reactions yet?" he asked as he walked to the bathroom.

"Not yet," Lucy said. "Most are still asleep or setting up their recording spaces. But the first videos should go live within three hours."

He nodded. "Good. Then the fun begins."

After washing up, Liam moved through his morning routine.

***

A soft gust stirred the curtains of the VIP suite, as Liam materialized there, calm and composed.

"System," he said. "Sign in."

[Ding!]

[Congratulations, Host, you received 100,000 Gold Coins.]

[You received 1,000 Low Grade Spirit Stones.]

***

Liam smiled faintly. The daily rewards might not match the transcendental treasures he'd received before, but they were still valuable.

He took one last look around the suite, then vanished again, returning to his bedroom in Los Angeles.

The city beyond the windows was bathed in morning light.

He leaned back in his bedroom sofa, his eyes gleaming with quiet anticipation.

***

Meanwhile, Brian was currently having the most shocking moment of his life. He has no idea what he was holding and how it was possible.

"Unbelievable. Simply unbelievable."

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