The first night Liam ever decided to visit a club had turned into something completely different from what he imagined. Isabella had already been escorted out, and Liam followed shortly after, stepping away from the pulsing lights and noise with a faint sigh.

"So much for a normal night," he muttered.

He wasn't angry. Just resigned to the fact that tonight was ruined for him. The experience had been ruined entirely, and continuing the night inside the club no longer appealed to him.

Outside, the midnight air of Macau was cool and quiet. Liam breathed deeply, letting the tension slide away as he walked to his car. There were still things he needed to do tonight, and he wasn't going to let some entitled young master spoil all of it.

He got into the Range Rover, started the engine, and pulled away from the curb.

"Time to sign in," he murmured.

Today's going to be his sixth daily sign-in and tomorrow would be his first weekly sign-in in the magic universe, and of the rewards he would receive tomorrow is his magical talent awakening.

The awakening is something that he has been waiting for with heightened anticipation. He had already decided to start accumulating daily sign-ins afterward, until after he has infused all of his previous rewards.

Just thinking about the fusion made the corner of his mouth lift in small smile. The power he would gain… it was almost enough to make him impatient.

But he pushed the thoughts aside and focused on the road.

He drove toward the bay area, letting the city thin out until only quiet streets and ocean wind surrounded him. After about thirty minutes, he parked near the beach, stepped out, and stretched lightly. Then he vanished.

A moment later, he appeared in Velaris, standing atop the roof of the inn Chrises is staying in.

He took in the night view of the capital city and smiled to himself. He turned his attention to what he came here for.

"System. Sign in."

[Ding!]

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

[You received 10,000 Purple Grade Mana Crystals]

***

Seeing the rewards, Liam simply nodded. He wasn't expecting much in the first place and besides, the real prize would be from tomorrow's sign-in rewards.

After he was done with that, Liam vanished again and reappeared inside his car. He stepped out of the car, closed the door behind him and walked toward the shoreline. The waves shimmered under the moonlight.

Liam's eyes narrowed slightly in thought.

"…Maybe I should deal with this fear tonight."

The deep ocean had always unsettled him. Even now, the idea of sinking into endless darkness triggered a faint primal dread in his heart and made his body feel like it's already being swallowed by the darkness. But he was tired of letting a simple fear linger.

Making his decision, he stepped into the water.

Cold waves swirled around his ankles, then his waist, then his shoulders but his body didn't get wet thanks to his telekinetic field. When the sea reached his neck, he inhaled once and dove straight down.

He pushed the field and widened it into a telekinetic dome that now keeps the water from touching him and allowing him to breathe with ease. He pushed deeper, going down 50 meters, 120 meters, 200 meters, until at 310 meters the pressure outside the dome intensified sharply.

Understanding that he can no longer resist the pressure with the dome alone, he decided to use his exosuit. He smiled and tapped his two wrists.

His watch and wristband dissolved into streams of dark nanomaterial, assembling around him into his exosuit within a second.

The suit sealed, lights flickered on, and he undid the telekinetic dome, and angled downward, swimming into the abyss with smooth, controlled motions.

Tonight, he would conquer the ocean.

***

Meanwhile, back at the club, the night was unraveling.

In the surveillance room, three employees were monitoring the VIP feeds when one of them suddenly jolted upright.

"Get the supervisor. Now!"

On one of the screens, something had flown across the room too fast to be captured clearly. At first, the employee thought it was a camera glitch… until a blurred human shape flickered into frame and vanished again. Then it reappeared in another corner.

It looked like teleportation.

The supervisor arrived, leaning over the screen with widening eyes. The footage showed the impossible: two grown guards being flung backward without physical contact, a man moving faster than the camera could track, and another young man collapsing to the floor screaming.

This wasn't drunken fighting. It wasn't brawling.

This was power. Terrifying power.

Under normal circumstances, security would mobilize immediately. But no one dared move. What they saw on that footage made it clear that intervening would be suicide.

Instead, they placed a call to Yuan Hao's family, informing them their young master needed immediate pickup. At the same time, the supervisor initiated a background scan on the mysterious teenager seen in the footage.

Ten minutes later, the results came in.

When the supervisor saw the name, all color drained from his face.

"Liam… Scott? That Liam Scott?"

Everyone in the room froze in shock when they saw the name. They couldn't believe it's the same teenager with the private A380. The boy the global elite whispered about and

A single decision was made instantly.

"Delete the footage. All of it. Now."

Immediately, the club deleted every second of CCTV footage related to the incident. The videos were wiped from the live server, the mirrored backups, the offline archives. Everything.

They marked the entire time block as a camera malfunction.

There was simply no way they could retain something this explosive. Doing so would spell absolute doom for the establishment.

Not only had the son of one of the city's most influential families been humiliated inside one of their premium VIP rooms… He had been humiliated by Liam, the teenager the world was calling and hasn't been able to profile.

And even more dangerous than the social consequences was what the footage showed:

Liam sending grown men flying without touching them, moving so fast that the camera could barely track him and appearing in front of the young master as if he teleported.

If such footage ever leaked—even internally—it would trigger the largest national-level cover-up in Macau's history. The government would descend on the club instantly, as the intelligence agencies would become involved.

And the club's executives would be dragged into interrogation rooms to answer impossible questions:

Why was someone with abilities like that allowed inside?

Who vetted him?

What else does he know?

What else can he do?

Questions that they naturally have no answers to but still have to answer nonetheless.

Yes, the club owner did have connections in high places, but even those connections would crumble under the geopolitical storm that footage could ignite.

So the club did the only sensible thing:

Erase everything, pretend nothing happened and pray that the boy doesn't hold a grudge.

But before they could truly wash their hands of the situation, two apologies needed to be delivered:

One to the Hao family and one to Liam.

And between the two, they knew exactly which one mattered more.

***

That same night, the club's top executives gathered for an emergency meeting. Within minutes, they initiated a conference call to the East Asia branch of Liam's family office.

They bowed, apologized, explained and begged for understanding.

Fortunately for them, the branch manager accepted the apology with calm professionalism. The executives nearly collapsed in relief.

But acceptance did not come freely, as they needed to demonstrate sincerity.

So they offered everything they reasonably could:

Liam would be marked as a permanent VIP, with lifetime access and free premium services.

Isabella would receive any assistance she might need—medical, financial, legal, whatever she wished. And even if she wants to file a lawsuit, they will help her.

They even offered to blacklist Yuan Hao permanently from the establishment.

The branch manager refused that last offer immediately.

He knew Liam wouldn't want the situation to escalate any further. Daniel had already briefed him on Liam's personality, and the last thing any of them wanted was to sour Liam's rare attempt at enjoying a normal night.

After all, the manager thought, when your employer can end nations if he wants to… your job is to keep his vacation peaceful.

After their apology to Liam was accepted, the club contacted the Hao family next.

Their apology was received calmly but the Hao family's immediate request was predictable:

"We want the CCTV footage."

The club followed protocol for high-risk incidents involving VIP heirs:

"The cameras malfunctioned during that period."

It was the standard explanation for situations that needed to disappear.

The Hao family understood instantly that they could not press further, especially not when the name Liam Scott was involved.

So they swallowed their frustration and let the matter go.

The club executives finally exhaled, relieved that both sides had accepted their responses.

But one question still lingered in every mind:

What will the Hao family do now?

Whatever their next move was, the club wanted no part of it. They were done.

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