My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible

Chapter 692: A Flying Ultra Luxurious Space Superyacht

The group walked toward the space shuttle with Matt leading the way, practically vibrating with excitement, while Yanxia brought up the rear with a amused, lighthearted smile. Everyone had broad grins plastered across their faces, but Matt’s was easily the widest, stretching practically ear-to-ear as he stared up at his new ship.

The circular boarding lift had already lowered smoothly from the ship’s underbelly. The entire group—including Yanxia—stepped onto the wide platform. With a soft, barely audible hum, the lift began its smooth vertical ascent into the hull.

A few seconds later, the lower interior frame came into view. As the lift sealed seamlessly into the floor deck, they stepped off into a spacious, immaculate entry vestibule. The architecture bore the unmistakable signature of the Lunar Base’s foundries—matte-black alloy paneling, warm ambient floor lighting, and a pressurized inner hull structure.

"Wow. It has a dedicated, multi-stage airlock boarding chamber?" Matt exclaimed, looking around at the atmospheric seals and overhead air scrubbers. "That’s incredible!"

"I’m not even surprised, but it’s still mind-blowing," Alex said, shaking his head with a grin as he ran a hand along the polished wall. "Considering Liam basically summoned a custom luxury space super-yacht out of thin air, of course he’d design an executive boarding lounge. I haven’t even seen the main deck yet, and I’m already wildly jealous."

The group laughed as they approached the sleek glass-composite portal leading deeper into the vessel. The doors parted instantly with a soft hiss, granting them passage into the ship’s suit and prep bay.

Arranged along recessed wall lockers were custom vacuum suits and magnetic boots, each rendered in distinct, striking color palettes and sculpted geometries. Unlike traditional, bulky NASA spacesuits, these were streamlined, form-fitting masterpieces of off-world engineering—woven from flexible carbon-nanotube weaves that offered full atmospheric and radiation protection while looking like high-fashion outerwear.

Seeing the suits, Harper turned to Matt with a deadpan, solemn expression.

"Matt, I need to tell you something serious that I’ve been holding back for a long time."

Matt stopped in his tracks, eyeing him suspiciously while the rest of the group braced themselves for whatever absurd joke was coming.

"I don’t know how you’re going to take this," Harper continued without cracking a smile, "but the truth is... I’m actually your biological older brother. And as the eldest, this starship legally belongs to me under birthright. Hand over the controls."

"Dream on!" Matt burst into a roar of laughter, and the rest of the group instantly followed suit.

"Hey, it was worth a shot!" Harper sighed, throwing his hands up in theatrical defeat.

Matt, Kristopher, and Stacy stepped over to the suit racks, running their fingers over the smooth, pressurized fabric of the vac suits. They felt impossibly light—almost like soft leather—yet possessed a subtle, metallic density underneath.

"The material feels incredible," Stacy admitted, admiring a white-and-rose-gold variant. "I wish I could put one on right now, but I’m already wearing my exosuit underneath."

"I’ve got my exosuit on too, but mine’s compressed into its watch form," Matt noted with a grin. "I actually asked Liam about it while the automated foundries were assembling the Titanium Eagle. He said the vac suits are designed to layer seamlessly over casual clothes or compressed exosuits without any conflict. The nanite mesh adapts to whatever you’re wearing."

"I think what Stacy meant to say," Kristy teased gently, "is that we’re currently parked on a tropical runway in the middle of the Pacific, so putting on a deep-space suit might be a bit premature."

"Honestly? I don’t care," Kristopher declared, reaching out to unhook a dark charcoal-grey suit. "If I have the chance to put on an off-world spacesuit inside an FTL-capable shuttle, I’m putting it on."

"Save the dressing up for later, man! We still have eighty meters of ship to explore!" Alex called out, already striding down the forward corridor.

The group immediately abandoned the suit bay and rushed down the hallway after him. The corridor opened up into a breathtaking, multi-tiered living and dining pavilion that looked more like a penthouse suite in Dubai than the interior of a starship.

At the center stood a sleek, dark obsidian dining island surrounded by plush, levitating leather seating. To the left, a fully equipped automated kitchen bay boasted integrated molecular food synthesizers, temperature-controlled storage vaults, and an automated bar system programmed with thousands of global recipes.

Naturally, the kitchen also allows for manual cooking too.

Across from the dining island, a massive panoramic viewport spanned the entire starboard hull, currently offering a crystal-clear, floor-to-ceiling view of the sun-drenched private island and the sparkling blue ocean beyond.

"Okay, this is just ridiculous," Elise said, stepping up to the panoramic window in complete awe. "He built a flying luxury resort."

"It’s not just a resort," Matt noted, stepping into the kitchen bay and tapping a holographic interface that instantly materialized a tray of chilled tropical fruit drinks. "The kitchen’s synthesizer is tethered directly to the ship’s matter-conversion mainframe. It can synthesize fresh meals, medical rations, or specialized supplies from raw atomic stock. You could survive in deep space for months without ever stocking a single grocery item."

"Wait, so you’re telling me this thing makes gourmet food out of pure energy?" Lana asked, taking a glass from the tray with wide eyes. "Matt, you’re never leaving this ship. We’re going to have to drag you off."

Matt took a sip of his drink, leaning back against the obsidian island with a look of pure, unadulterated bliss. "Drag me off? Guys, I’m changing my legal residence to the Titanium Eagle. My mail is getting delivered to wherever I am in space"

"Speaking of Lagrange 5," Alex said, walking over to a central control pedestal set into the floor. "Where’s the bridge? Because as amazing as the kitchen is, I want to see the view from the pilot’s seat."

"Follow me," Matt said, his eyes lighting up as he tapped his wrist device to unlock the forward bulkhead doors.

Lucy had given him a brief virtual tour of the space shuttles the other day, while also extensively taking him through the flight manuals of the space shuttle—though it’s mostly on auto pilot, so he had a vague idea of what its interior looks like and how to fly it.

The heavy, sound-proof doors slid open with a satisfying thunk, revealing the heart of the starship: the main command bridge.

It was an engineering masterpiece. Instead of cluttered banks of physical buttons, toggles, and heavy instruments, the cockpit was ultra-minimalist and spacious. Two primary, custom-molded pilot thrones sat at the center, surrounded by a subtle, glowing ring of holographic control surfaces floating in mid-air.

The forward viewport wasn’t made of standard glass; it was an impenetrable, polarized titanium-glass matrix that offered a seamless, two-hundred-and-seventy-degree view of the surrounding sky.

"Check this out," Matt whispered, stepping up to the captain’s chair.

The moment his hand touched the headrest, the ship’s central AI interface woke up. A soft, melodic voice echoed through the bridge speakers:

"Welcome aboard, Captain Matt. All systems are nominal. Destination parameters are ready for input. Where would you like to fly today?"

The entire group went dead silent. Harper stared at the floating holographic navigation map, which displayed a real-time, high-definition 3D model of the Earth, the Moon, and the glowing, 55-kilometer spine of the Lagrange 5 Space Station taking shape in orbit.

"Matt..." Harper said quietly, his earlier jokes entirely forgotten as he looked out the viewport. "Are you thinking what I’m thinking?"

Matt didn’t hesitate for a single second. He dropped into the captain’s throne, his fingers sweeping across the warm holographic controls as the ship’s sub-light engines hummed to life.

Outside, on the tropical runway, the iridescent hull of the Titanium Eagle lifted silently into the air, tilted its nose toward the upper atmosphere, and vanished into the blue sky in a silent, hypersonic blur.