Morning sunlight drifted across Liam's room in soft gold, warming the sheets and brushing his cheek. He opened his eyes slowly, and a genuine smile, brighter than yesterday's, spread across his face.

He stretched his arms lazily, letting the leftover satisfaction from last night linger in his body.

His clubbing experience had been ruined… yes. But his trip down the ocean made up for everything.

He remembered the moment he sank into the abyss, the crushing pressure trying to swallow him whole, the instinctive fear clawing at his chest. He remembered pushing deeper, refusing to run from something as simple as darkness and water.

And he remembered the moment he broke through that fear—standing at the bottom of the Mariana Trench, staring at the black void without trembling.

A part of him felt lighter now and stronger. And he couldn't help but find it funny that he was previously scared of the deep sea. But it was a legit fear.

Liam chuckled at himself.

"Matt and Alex will never let me hear the end of it," he muttered, swinging his legs off the bed.

They used to tease him mercilessly about not knowing how to swim. Well… now he could dive deeper than any submarine ever built.

He padded toward the bathroom, scratching his head lightly.

Just as he was done taking his bath, he thought of changing location, as he no longer felt like staying in Macau.

It wasn't fear from what happened last night. He wasn't worried about Yuan Hao's retaliation. Far from it actually. That chapter was closed before it even began. No one would dare approach him after last night.

But the possible potential attention… that bothered him.

He didn't want anyone swarming him, trying to curry favor, trying to investigate him, or trying to pull him into business or politics. And even if people didn't approach him directly, he didn't want to walk the streets feeling watched.

Besides, he had already seen what he wanted to see here.

Macau didn't have anything else to offer him and certainly nothing that could hold his interest for more than a few hours.

He towel-dried his hair, walked out of the bathroom, and dressed casually.

"Where next?" he murmured to himself.

A world map flashed in his mind. A hundred destinations whispered to him—Tokyo, London, Rome, Dubai again, Singapore, maybe even New York… but he wanted a different kind of atmosphere. Something modern, stylish, energetic, yet comfortable enough for him to blend in.

He smirked, as he finally came to decision.

"South Korea… sounds good."

Seoul was perfect. It's a city that's trendy, busy and eautiful. And above all, he could disappear into the crowd easily.

With that his decision was made.

He finished breakfast within minutes, thanked the maids politely, and walked back into his room and left the apartment, vanishing as always.

***

Liam reappeared high above Seoul, floating effortlessly in the freezing upper atmosphere.

From this height, the city looked like a massive circuit board, with lines of roads filled with people, blocks of buildings spread like components, tiny cars crawling like insects.

Cold wind roared past his ears, but he didn't feel it. The city beneath him was bright, alive, energetic. The morning rush had already begun, and the streets were filling with people heading to work, students in uniforms, delivery bikes, taxis slipping through lanes.

He watched for a minute, enjoying the view.

Then he looked downward, scanning until he found what he needed. It was a small, narrow alley tucked between two buildings.

Perfect. He mitted and disappeared.

The next instant, his feet touched solid ground inside the alley. It smelled of concrete, fresh air, and faint cigarette smoke from someone who'd passed by earlier.

He adjusted his jacket and stepped out onto the main street.

Bright winter sunlight illuminated wide sidewalks, and Gangnam District stretched out before him like a scene from a modern drama. Clean streets, rows of boutiques and cafés with warm steam fogging their windows. Young people dressed stylishly, walking confidently with long coats swaying behind them.

His eyes drifted automatically to the street sign.

Apgujeong Rodeo Street.

The Korean Rodeo Drive.

Expensive cars glided past—BMWs, Mercedes, a white Bentley surrounded by people taking pictures, and a thin line of aspiring influencers recording TikTok videos in front of designer stores.

Liam exhaled a small breath of amusement.

Seoul really was something else.

People glanced at him in curiosity as he walked down the street, but no one stared long enough to bother him.

He slipped his hands into his pockets and walked down the street, observing everything calmly.

His eyes paused on long coats displayed behind a glass window. He liked the design and he wanted one.

He also realized something that the weather was cold. Winter air was biting at his face and hands.

But he didn't feel cold.

His body was far beyond affected by something like winter wind. His temperature barely changed. He didn't get chills, numbness, or discomfort.

Still… he wanted to look appropriate.

He pushed open the glass door, and a pleasant chime rang.

"Good morning, sir," the shop attendant greeted warmly in English.

Liam smiled and replied naturally in fluent, native-level Korean:

"안녕하세요." (Good morning.)

The woman's eyes widened instantly. She blinked at him, then leaned in a little as if trying to confirm whether she heard correctly.

"You speak Korean… fluently?" she asked in shock.

Liam chuckled softly.

"A little too well, maybe."

"Your accent is perfect," she murmured. "Most foreigners take years to speak like that."

"Language just comes easily to me."

Definitely the understatement of the year.

She recovered quickly and smiled brightly.

"Is there anything I can help you find?"

"Coats," Liam said simply.

She led him deeper into the store and pointed out several racks.

"These are our winter selections. The fabric quality is excellent, and they're popular with—"

"I'll take this one," he said, already choosing the clean-cut charcoal long coat that caught his eye.

She blinked again.

"O–Of course. Great choice."

Liam tried it on. It fit perfectly, looked sleek, and blended seamlessly with the Seoul style.

He paid at the counter.

The moment his card processed, the attendant gave a tiny, unconscious bow in respect.

The coat Liam has bought costs $7,000, an equivalent of 10.3 million Korean Won. And he had paid for it easily.

"Thank you very much. Enjoy your day," the lady said. She wondered if her luck is so good today since she got a very rich customer right off the bat after opening the store.

"I will," Liam said with a soft smile.

Then he stepped out onto the street, adjusting the collar of his new coat and sliding his hands into the pockets.

The coat fit his silhouette nicely. It's light, comfortable and stylish without being loud.

He began walking again, letting his feet carry him down the street, with no destination and no urgency.

Today was a going to be a casual day for him.

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