Chapter 150: Progress On LUCID
Liam walked out of the penthouse bathroom with steam trailing faintly behind him. Droplets still clung to his shoulders, sliding across skin that only hours ago had been split open and bloodied.
He had looked himself in the mirror and b.he saw no scars or marks. It was as though the brutal clash with Fang Cheng and Xuan Zhi had been nothing more than a fever dream.
He opened the wardrobe and ran his hand briefly across the neat row of Armani shirts and trousers. These were the clothes he had bought during his first day he got the system and he had left them here when he moved into Bellemere Mansion.
His last set of clothes had been ruined beyond saving. They were torn in different places and soaked with blood, unrecognizable by the end of the battle. Even his sneakers had been bloodied and could no longer be worn. He had disposed of them without a second thought.
After dressing, Liam crossed the room and dropped onto the bed. He lay flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling, and a slow smile spread across his face.
The battle replayed in his head, every clash and strike etched perfectly into memory. Fang Cheng’s halberd bearing down on him like a mountain. Xuan Zhi’s talisman chains slicing through the air, hissing like vipers. And himself, standing between them.
The battle was epic for him. It was his first actual life or death battle and he came out on top. Though it had nearly pushed him.
His body was fine. More than fine, actually. The wounds that should have killed him outright had sealed themselves shut in moments. The broken bones had healed at a terrifying pace and his muscles felt loose, powerful, filled with a coiled energy that begged to be tested again. This battle gave Liam an idea of how insane his double regenerative traits are.
But while his body was in perfect condition, his mind was another story.
Even now, he could feel the faint ringing in his skull and the dull ache behind his eyes. This was the price of forcing his telekinesis and his mental capacity past its limits.
But Liam knew that this wasn’t his weakness. Rather it was a reminder that while his body could leap forward in great strides — strength, speed, endurance, regeneration — all boosted to monstrous levels by the molecular enhancements and by adding stats. His mind, his psychic wellspring, grew differently. For it, it was more of a steady climb instead of a leap. But the rate of the climb might actually be a leap for others.
And yet even at this level, it was still beyond the reach of anyone else. That was his advantage.
Liam sat up slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. He had learned much from this fight, and not just about his enemies.
The first truth was simple: he was strong. Terrifyingly so. He had no clear way to measure himself against the wider world, but Fang Cheng and Xuan Zhi had not been weaklings.
Their attacks had been the kind that could had turn lesser cultivators into ash. And yet he had killed them both.
The second truth was that his gifts worked seamlessly together. His Formless Combat Doctrine flowed in battle like water, adapting to every shift. His Myriad Armament Constitution had turned Silverleaf and every weapons around him into an extension of his very soul. And Perfect Memory had given him flawless recall of every game and movie combat scenario he had ever seen or practiced. Together, these formed a triad of mastery.
And threaded through it all was telekinesis. The invisible hand, the power to dominate a battlefield, to wield flight itself.
The thought made his chest stir with excitement. Flight. He smiled again, wider this time. To rise above the world, to look down on enemies and allies alike from the sky — there was no symbol of power greater than that.
Though his flight was still somewhat raw and unrefined, and he still needs to perfect it. But that won’t be a problem, as the Dimensional Space, with its time dilation, would give him endless hours to do so. He would master it until it was second nature, until flying was as effortless as breathing.
Yet beneath the triumph of the battle, was the weight of what he had done.
He had killed. Truly killed. With his own hands.
The memory of Fang Cheng’s skull breaking under his fist. The sound of Xuan Zhi’s last, ragged gasp as Silverleaf pierced his chest. The Xuan heirs choking on their blood in the dirt. Fang Xiu neck breaking when he snapped it.
Liam lay back again, staring at the ceiling, with a very slight heaviness in his chest. He had crossed the line. And once crossed, there was no return.
But he would not let it bind him. He had made the choice in that world, and in that world, the rules were clear. Kill or be killed. Mercy was weakness.
On Earth, it would be different. Here, he would grow using tools that no one else could rival. He would be ruthless, yes — but not lethal, unless his own life was on the line. For those who came for him, he would return the favor personally. For everyone else, he had more elegant ways to deal with opposition.
That was the balance he had decided.
With a long sigh, Liam swung his legs off the bed and stood up. He sighed and closed his eyes briefly, and the next instant, he was in the Dimensional Space.
He walked straight to the assembler and pulled open the finished products’ compartment. He smiled to himself when he saw the compartment’s contents.
Inside, stacked and arranged perfectly, were countless black boxes. He reached in and took one out.
The package felt very light in his hand. The surface was matte black, the radiant quasar logo gleaming faintly in silver across the center. Inside, he knew, sat the Gear Glass — no, the Lucid, as it would be called publicly.
Lucy had done her work flawlessly. Each device had been sealed within its packaging, ready to go. Ready to flood the market.
He turned the box over in his hand, smiling in satisfaction to himself. All that remained was marketing and distribution. Daniel would see to those.
For the marketing, what Liam wants is a few carefully placed units in the hands of tech reviewers and gaming streamers. It’s a tech product and gaming device, so those two groups of people are more than enough.
But all that would start tomorrow.
"Lucy, how goes the progress on your body?" he asked in curiosity.
"It’s going perfectly, Master. The framework is complete. Integration is underway. It will not be long now."
"Good," he said, with a wider smile.
He ran his hand over the smooth packaging box, then he set it back into the compartment and turned away.
It was already past noon on Earth and there was nothing for him to do. He decided to test the sky.
He stepped forward and his body lifted gently from the ground, and he left the Dimensional Space.