My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible Chapter 507 Realisation, Extremely Overworked Lucy

With the Logistics and Safety Protocols announcement posted and the notice dispatched to the twenty-four designated airports, Liam was free to proceed to the subsequent stage of setting up the Nova Medical Nanites clinical trial.

Numbers on the volunteer selection and staff recruitment application portal surged every second, though he planned to leave them alone for now. That responsibility belonged to Lucy. Time was plentiful anyway, since both application deadlines sat ten days away.

His attention now turned to the following step, which required a trip to Base Sanctuary to confer with Lucy.

Liam wasted no time, powering up his exosuit and teleporting from his room straight to the moon. Gazing upward, he spotted a massive new spacecraft—longer and larger than the Voyager circling the moon—under construction nearby.

He instantly knew it was the Emperor Class-II Starship.

A grin spread across his face as he soared toward it, eager for a closer inspection.

Approaching rapidly, the Starship loomed larger in his view until it dominated his entire field of vision. Still in skeletal form, it offered little detail yet. Still, witnessing drones labor on a project that would shatter humanity's grasp of Nova Technologies' potential filled him with immense pride.

Uncertain of the exact build time, he figured at least two months based on its enormous size and intricate design. Thus, when volunteers, observers, and staff arrived in a month, they'd behold the Voyager in lunar orbit alongside drones buzzing over an even grander structure next to it.

Undoubtedly, some would snap photos and share them online.

Liam let out a sly chuckle, imagining the chaos it would unleash for government bureaucrats.

He pivoted and descended toward Base Sanctuary, trailing the drones darting in and out of the facility.

Moments later, he entered the assembly area—the base sector linked permanently to the Dimensional Space.

All items fabricated in the industrial base passed through this hub. Since drones operated nonstop here, the space maintained a perfect vacuum devoid of atmosphere.

Liam approached the hatch linking the assembly area to the base's interior. It slid open at his nearness, and he passed through. A hiss echoed as it sealed shut behind him. He stood in a compact white airlock, spotting Lucy striding down the hallway beyond the inner door toward him.

A warm smile lit his face upon seeing her.

The airlock hummed with hissing as it purged the vacuum and pumped in oxygen. The red glow on the inner door flipped to green. The door parted.

Liam emerged, powered down his exosuit, and pulled her into an embrace. He lingered, stroking her hair, before inquiring about her well-being.

"Fine," Lucy replied. "You?"

"Good."

Hand in hand, they headed down the hallway to the control center. Soon, Liam asked how things were progressing and her status on current tasks.

"Construction on the Emperor Class-II has begun," she reported. "I swapped the experimental FTL Drive in the Voyager for the refined one. Tweaked a few other Starship systems too." She hesitated. "I'm also thinking of fitting an FTL Drive into Matt's shuttle. Okay with you?"

Liam grinned, picturing Matt's shock. All other fleet shuttles relied solely on fusion drives. An FTL upgrade would bulk it up beyond standard and demand far more power. Yet for a close friend, priorities shifted.

"Go ahead," he approved.

"That ties into what I wanted to bring up," Liam continued. "I'm planning a luxury space shuttle line: Vanguard Class. Matt's becomes the prototype with his custom tweaks, but the series aims for bigger ventures ahead."

Lucy eyed him curiously. "Selling to civilians?"

"I mulled that option, yeah."

"Won't fly," she stated flatly. "No real market exists. Earth's richest couldn't stomach a single unit's price—base model hits ten billion at least, likely higher. Almost nobody could buy without major financial strain. And those few would see governments lunge to confiscate it post-purchase."

Liam smiled. She'd reached his own verdict swiftly and sharply. "I get it. Not my plan."

"So what's the angle?"

"Space tourism. Don't sell shuttles—sell journeys. Tickets to solar system hotspots. Vanguards provide the ride. Destinations like lunar surface, Mars, asteroid belt, outer planets. Price scales with distance."

Lucy pondered briefly, then nodded. "Solid business sense. Keeps assets in your control." Her gaze sharpened. "Hold off though. Finish the solar system's defense and surveillance outposts first. Civilian routes can't traverse blind zones."

"Agreed."

"I've got another project brewing," she added. They rounded a hallway bend, her words flowing seamlessly. "A command base on Ganymede. Way bigger than Lunar Base Sanctuary. It'd anchor the solar system's main defenses."

As they walked, she detailed its features precisely: Fleet Command Center. Early Warning System. Deep Space Logistics Hub. Ship Construction and Repair Yard. Plus an FTL Deployment Point—a secure launch zone for FTL activations, safe from collisions with ships or celestial objects. Three tiers total: detection, response, command.

Liam absorbed it all, staying silent briefly after her pitch ended.

He had just realized Lucy faced brutal overwork. A Ganymede base surpassing Lunar Base Sanctuary in scale—with such vast roles—demanded orbital stations, prolonged builds, and relentless supervision.

Lunar Base Sanctuary still saw active construction in spots. Ganymede's would eclipse it massively. Pile on the Emperor Class-II, Vanguard production, FTL outposts, exosuits, and her existing duties, and Lucy's schedule vanished for years, maybe forever.

Overload had marked her from the start, and he'd permitted it due to her prowess. But skill didn't equal endurance. No system thrives on one mind forever.

Her duties had ballooned past original intent. Lucy started as his personal aide—that was the design. Gradually, she absorbed nearly every vital Nova Technologies operation.

Time to create specialists. AGIs tailored for niches: infrastructure, defense, logistics, more. Offload cleanly, letting Lucy reclaim her core role—and stay nearer to him.

He beamed at her amid their stroll.

"The Ganymede base is a great plan," he said. "But let's discuss something first."