My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible Chapter 555 Everything's Set

A Synth meticulously tapped the integrated screen on a larger container. The lengthy side panels retracted simultaneously from opposing directions, unveiling neatly stacked, folded cots.

The Synths efficiently extracted the cots and proceeded with their setup. Each cot unfolded progressively—the frame first, followed by the expanding sleeping surface, transforming the lounge environment from mere emergency equipment to something resembling a high-end medical facility.

The sleeping surface offered adjustable angles, from fully horizontal to an elevated position. A discreet holographic screen emitter, embedded within the frame at the volunteer's eye level, activated automatically upon proximity.

Thomas crouched near the closest cot and touched the frame's edge. The screen instantly illuminated, displaying a sterile monitoring interface awaiting data input.

A total of twelve cots were designated for the airport deployment: eight for the incoming volunteers and their companions, and four reserved for the staff.

Once the cots were in place, the Synths began arranging the bedding, which, despite its appearance of standard linen, possessed remarkable capabilities.

During his orientation, Thomas had been briefed on the advanced features of this bedding, yet he still found it somewhat astounding—it was temperature-regulating, dynamically adjusted to user weight, and continuously fine-tuned its thermal output based on the user's body temperature throughout the sleep cycle.

Furthermore, the bedding integrated directly with the cot's monitoring system. Should a volunteer's temperature deviate beyond set parameters in the dead of night, the cot would register the anomaly before any staff member became aware.

With the bedding in position, the Synth closed that compartment of the container and opened the next. It then retrieved the emitter sets, meticulously placing one at each corner of every cot, whether for volunteers or staff.

For the staff cots, these emitters served a distinct purpose: when activated, the holographic walls they projected would simultaneously display comprehensive monitoring data from all volunteer cots, with real-time alerts visible to the resting staff.

The Synth then approached each of the four staff members individually, extending a MedScan device.

Thomas accepted his scanner; it was surprisingly lightweight and compact, perfectly shaped for convenient pocket storage or handheld use during scans. He had encountered identical devices during orientation simulations, and the real version felt no different.

He turned the device over once before surveying the room.

The Synth that had initially brought the first metal box had already moved it to a corner and set it down.

This container held the food supplies, which were not to be accessed until the volunteers or staff expressed a desire to eat.

With all preparations complete, the setup was concluded.

The Synths retreated to their designated positions along the lounge wall, assuming a state of stillness.

Thomas conducted a final sweep of the area before turning his gaze towards the lounge entrance, exhaling slowly.

Dr. Brenner, addressing Thomas as the on-site medical coordinator, inquired, "When do you anticipate their arrival?"

"I'm uncertain. The airport is designated for only four volunteers. Two are from the host nation, and the other two hail from neighboring countries. I presume the local volunteers will arrive first," Thomas responded.

"I'm not entirely convinced of that. They might arrive later than the other two from nearby nations," Dr. Park countered.

"Instead of debating, why don't we place a small wager? Who do you think will arrive first—the volunteers from the host country or those from neighboring nations? And what will be the exact arrival order for each volunteer?" Marco, the translator, proposed with a slight smile.

"Come now, we shouldn't do that. These are patients, and we are entrusted with a critical mission," Dr. Park admonished.

"We aren't doing anything inappropriate, are we? We're simply finding a way to pass the time until their arrival," Marco reasoned.

"Yes, Dr. Yuna, we aren't engaging in anything improper. Very well, what are the stakes?" Thomas asked, joining the proposition.

"I suggest that the loser has to compile the report. However, Thomas is already handling that duty and cannot be exempted without facing Nova's questions. The base staff is managing all cleaning duties, leaving only the acknowledgment of my supposed mastery in zero-gravity dunks as a viable stake," Dr. Brenner declared.

"Absolutely not. I decline to participate in that wager and will not concede. You're nowhere near being among the top five," Dr. Park retorted.

"Ouch," Thomas chuckled.

"Honestly, Dr. Brenner, you could have chosen a more reasonable stake, but 'king of dunk'? That's simply not acceptable," Marco interjected.

"Come on, what's the difficulty in you all acknowledging the obvious truth?" Brenner inquired, feigning innocence.

"Well, for starters, your zero-gravity maneuvering is among the worst. How could you possibly execute a zero-gravity dunk?" Park pressed.

"Purely malicious," Brenner sighed dramatically.

"So, what should the actual stakes be then?" he asked, yielding.

"How about this? The winner gets to have everyone call them whatever they want. That way we can give Dr. Brenner a chance to achieve his delusion," Dr. Park suggested.

"Alright, I love the idea. Who is going first?" Thomas inquired.

"Let me choose. Volunteer 10 will arrive first," Marco stated.

"I choose volunteer 8," Dr. Park declared.

"Volunteer 9," Thomas chimed in.

Brenner was left with no other option. He looked at them and shook his head, realizing he had to select the final volunteer number.

"I'll go with volunteer 11," he announced.

"And that is settled. Now we just have to wait," Thomas concluded.

"I will be on my cot, watching a movie. Let me know when they arrive," Brenner said, heading towards one of the staff cots.

"Don't worry, Dr. Brenner, I will let you know as soon as they arrive," Marco assured him.

Brenner turned back to him and flipped him off, a smile gracing his face.

The group chuckled and then turned their attention towards the lounge entrance, anticipating the arrival of the volunteers. They were eager to commence the trial, even though they understood the immense stress the coming days would bring.

They were about to face challenges beyond anything they had ever encountered, but apprehension was absent, as the ultimate reward would justify the hardship.