My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible

Chapter 746: Hold Your Breath...

The livestream had been going on for more than an hour now, and even though Liam couldn’t see the comments, he could still see how everyone was reacting back on Earth.

Shortly after he’d mentioned attending the F1 final in Abu Dhabi, the event organizers in the country and the FIA had contacted the Bellmere Family Office to arrange hospitality for him and his friends.

But Lucy had already handled it before he even finished speaking. By the time the frantic messages arrived, everything was done — the arrangements made, the access secured, the details settled.

The organizers, braced to move heaven and earth to accommodate the most important guest in the event’s history, found there was nothing left for them to do. They had been beaten to it.

But the ticket frenzy wasn’t the only thing going on, because Matt had let something slip. Something big. Nova Technologies’ next business line — space tourism — spilled out of his mouth on a livestream that had already dropped one impossible thing after another.

The world had suspected Nova wouldn’t stop at the space station. But suspecting something and hearing it confirmed, live, from the mouth of one of the founder’s closest friends, were two very different things.

And just like that, it set off another round of madness.

Solar system cruises. Planetary descents. A space hotel. Three things, each extraordinary on its own, dropped all at once.

The comment section, which had barely recovered from a man breathing in the vacuum of space, exosuit that could possibly survive the sun and other things, lost whatever composure it had left.

*wait WHAT did he just say*

*A SPACE HOTEL?? a hotel. in space. did I hallucinate that*

*cruise ship through the SOLAR SYSTEM. descending onto PLANETS. I need to sit down again I’ve been sitting down this whole stream*

*Matt really just leaked the biggest thing since the cure and got told "why are you giving spoilers" LMAOOO the man is DONE*

*"the craziest is the space hotel — damn" sir you cannot DAMN and walk away, come back here*

*I will never in a million years afford this. let me dream anyway. let me have this.*

*imagine going on vacation and your view is Jupiter. imagine.*

*Matt is so real for this. spoiled it, realized it, said oops. that’s all of us.*

*someone check on the cruise industry. someone check on every luxury hotel on earth. it’s over for them.*

The name Matt began trending on its own within minutes, right beside space hotel and Nova tourism. People clipped the moment of Matt’s excited gushing, Lana’s sharp "why are you giving the world spoilers," the guilty little "oops", and it spread everywhere, a small piece of human comedy floating on top of an ocean of longing.

But underneath the excitement, a different feeling was already taking shape, and it wasn’t confined to the public.

Down on Earth, the governments who had spent the whole day staggering from one revelation to the next actually felt something strange when the tourism leak landed.

Relief.

After a man who breathed vacuum, after interstellar starships and suits that survived the sun, a space hotel was almost comforting.

It was commercial. It was tourism. It was Nova doing something that fit inside a world they still understood — selling luxury, chasing profit, offering vacations. There was nothing threatening about a hotel.

For the first time all day, Nova had revealed something that didn’t make the defense analysts reach for stronger coffee.

But the relief didn’t last, because it curdled fast into the same helplessness that had defined every dealing with Nova from the beginning.

Because there was no information. None.

The leak had come from Matt and not from Nova. There was no pricing, launch dates, access process or terms. Nothing but three tantalizing words dropped and never explained: cruise, descent, hotel.

And the entire apparatus of the world, every government and agency and corporation that ran on information, suddenly found there was no information to be had.

In a US briefing room, an economic advisor set down her tablet.

"There’s nothing to work with," she said. "A leak with no numbers is just a rumor. We don’t know what it costs. We don’t know who can go. We don’t know when. We can’t plan around it or even guess at the market size, because the company that owns it hasn’t said a word and won’t until it feels like it."

Nobody had an answer and they couldn’t call Nova and ask. There was no one to call. Whitlock, the closest thing to a line into the company, knew nothing about the tourism plans and couldn’t have said anything if he did. Every normal channel for pulling information out of a company — regulators, filings, investor calls, back channels — simply didn’t exist here.

The travel and luxury industries felt it worst, and for them the helplessness had teeth. The heads of the great cruise lines, the luxury hotel groups, the high-end tourism empires watched the clip and understood that Nova was coming for the very top of their market — with space — and they couldn’t do a single thing to prepare, because they didn’t know what they were preparing against.

How do you compete with a product you can’t see? How do you price against a space hotel when you don’t know what a space hotel costs? They were being disrupted by something that hadn’t even been announced, and the not-knowing was its own special torture.

And so, in the end, the powerful did the only thing left to them. They did the same thing the ordinary people were doing.

They went to the livestream, and they asked.

*Serious question — is there a booking process for the tourism line? Timeline?*

*What’s the projected pricing structure? Even a range would help.*

*Who qualifies for access to the hotel and the cruises? Is it public?*

*Requesting any official detail on the space tourism launch. Please.*

They were the comments of executives and analysts and government watchers who had, for a moment, forgotten themselves — who had been reduced to typing questions into a livestream chat alongside teenagers and the rest of the world, hoping the friends might let something else slip. And they got nothing.

As for Liam’s reaction to Matt’s spoiler, he simply waved his hand. "Don’t worry about it. It’s no problem." He said.

He genuinely wasn’t bothered. If anything, he felt it was better this way. The world will be stoked even more until the official announcement comes from Nova Technologies.

The livestream went on, with him and his friends chatting casually.

"I would really want to go with you if you’re going on your interstellar trip. I want to see what the world outside the solar system looks like," Kristy said.

"Aren’t you moving a little too fast?" Stacy asked. "We haven’t even fully explored the ocean or our home star system, and you want to explore foreign star systems?"

"Tell me, do people explore their home country before moving out to explore other countries?" Kristy asked.

"She’s right, you know?" The rest of the group chorused.

"Guys!" Stacy looked at the group and shook her head.

"Don’t worry. You all will come with me on my interstellar trip," Liam smiled.

"Of course," the group chorused happily.

"Don’t encourage them, Liam," Stacy glared at him.

"What did I do?" Liam chuckled.

"Liam, there’s something I’m curious about," Alex said.

"What’s that?" Liam asked.

"Are you strong enough to descend into Jupiter without a space shuttle or protection?" Alex asked.

"I knew it will be something absurd as always," Matt muttered, and the rest of the group nodded in agreement.

But the whole livestream comment section went still, as everyone waited for a response from Liam.