My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible Chapter 646 Back Home

Having successfully crossed the threshold into the Third Transcendent Stage, Liam stood on the ancient stone platform of the Dragon Realm, feeling the vast, consolidated ocean of Primordial Essence inside his body.

The immediate physical breakthrough was complete, and his foundation was perfectly stable.

According to the architecture Tiamat had laid out, he now possessed the baseline strength required to begin formatting and forging the first replacement law gears for the dying cosmic grid.

However, before he initiated a process that would permanently alter the fabric of space and energy, he needed to speak with the Primordial one more time.

"System," Liam spoke internally, his mind fully focused. "I need to talk to Lady Tiamat again before I leave. Can you establish that connection?"

[Definitely can, host.]

"Thank y—"

Liam had barely finished processing the confirmation when the reality of the Dragon Realm sanctuary violently shifted.

The heavy, energy-dense atmosphere of the cavern didn't dissolve; it tore apart into familiar layers of light and compressed space.

His consciousness lunged through the dimensional barriers, experiencing the exact same rapid, frictionless transit that had brought him here.

When the sudden sensation of movement stopped a second later, Liam braced his feet, expecting his boots to touch the absolute, heavy darkness of the star-carved void where Tiamat's obsidian throne sat.

Instead, he found himself standing in the open air, blinking against a soft, radiant light.

He was standing on a winding path that cut through a massive, endless garden. The space resembled a primordial forest, but it was organized with a deep, deliberate harmony.

Massive trees with bark like polished silver rose toward a sky filled with gentle, swirling nebula clouds, and their branches hung heavy with glowing fruits that pulsed with raw vitality.

Vibrant, multi-colored flora carpeted the ground, every leaf and petal radiating a soft, iridescent light that made the entire valley look alive.

The environment was beautiful, but it was the occupants of the garden that caught his attention.

Dotted across the sprawling fields were numerous females, each one possessing a distinct, striking appearance.

The environment was beautiful, but it was the occupants of the garden that caught his attention.

Dotted across the sprawling fields were numerous females, each one possessing a distinct, striking appearance.

They wore simple, elegant garments suited for movement, but their physical features revealed their true nature.

Smooth, polished horns of various lengths, shapes, and vibrant colors curved gracefully from their heads, and long, scaled tails slid fluidly through the grass behind them as they moved.

They were tending to the glowing plants, speaking in quiet, melodic voices that seemed to harmonize naturally with the ambient energy of the forest. The view carried an absolute, undisturbed peace.

Liam stood completely still, his hands in his pockets, watching them work. For a moment, a genuine thought crossed his mind to find a way to record or capture the image, but he immediately dismissed the idea.

He was inside the personal sanctuary of a Primordial, and he had no intention of committing a social blunder that might offend her.

"You can choose any of them if you want," a sweet, resonant voice spoke from directly behind his shoulder. "You can choose as many as you want. If they are interested in you, I will gladly bless your union."

Liam turned around smoothly, not showing any trace of surprise, and offered a respectful, short bow to the woman standing on the path.

"Your Majesty," Liam greeted her.

Tiamat stood there without her massive obsidian throne, dressed in simple, flowing robes that matched the vibrant colors of the garden.

Her piercing violet eyes crinkled at the corners, her slitted dragon pupils tracking his movements with deep approval.

"That was remarkably fast," she said, her voice smooth and light. "Your soul really gives you a monstrous level of talent. You were gone from my sight for just a few minutes."

"More than two months passed for me over there," Liam replied, straightening his posture.

"Time is never linear," Tiamat smiled, waving her hand casually. "It passes differently for everyone depending on the laws of the realm they occupy. Two months in isolation is nothing to an immortal, yet you used it to completely rebuild your framework."

Liam nodded in agreement, acknowledging the truth in her words. Then, his gaze naturally drifted back toward the fields where the horned ladies were systematically harvesting the glowing fruits.

Tiamat caught his expression, and a playful, ancient amusement lit up her features.

"Like I said before," she repeated, leaning slightly closer. "Just say the word, and as many of them as you wish will become your wives. But of course, that is assuming they find you interesting as well."

Liam couldn't help but smile when he heard the offer. In the absolute honesty of his own mind, he didn't find the idea unappealing at all.

Shaking off the rigid, calculating persona the world usually forced him to wear, he looked at the elegant dragon females and genuinely considered taking her up on it.

He would have been perfectly content to have a dozen of them by his side, but a deep, logical part of his mind held him back.

"Are you hesitating because they are significantly stronger than you?" Tiamat asked, her tone teasing.

"No, it's not because of their strength," Liam said, shaking his head. "They are beautiful, and as a man, I have no complaints about the concept. But I highly doubt a relationship like that would actually work out in the long run."

Tiamat raised an eyebrow, her curiosity genuinely piqued. "Why do you say so?"

"Well, look at them," Liam explained, gesturing toward the peaceful forest. "They have been here inside your personal realm for who knows how long? Hundreds of years? Thousands? Maybe millions. They are completely accustomed to this sacred isolation. If I take them out into the world beyond your temple... I don't think they would ever adjust to the chaos, the technology, or the mortals."

Tiamat let out a low, melodious chuckle that made the surrounding flora vibrate happily.

"That is where your understanding fails you, little dragon," she said, her expression turning into one of profound pride. "The Dragon races are the most independent, unyielding entities in the entirety of the Cosmos. Besides me, they answer to absolutely no one. They possess an innate pride that cannot be broken. They would stand against another Primordial without hesitation if their freedom or their kin were threatened in the slightest."

She turned her violet eyes back toward the working females. "Even the strongest Gods tread carefully around them. No entity in any universe wants to face a horde of furious Elder Dragons as an enemy. Do not mistake their peaceful nature in my presence for fragility. They are apex predators. They will adjust to any world you put them in, and they will dominate it."

Liam listened to her explanation, the mechanical and cultural reality of the dragon race settling clearly into his mind.

He gave a slow, thoughtful nod. "I see. In that case, I might think about it and get back to you in the future."

"You can take your time to think," Tiamat noted, her tone shifting into a more serious, instructive register. "But you must remember the fundamental rules of life force, Liam. You have crossed the threshold. You are now the Progenitor of an entirely new race. As you continue to grow stronger, the requirements for your lineage will become absolute."

She walked a few steps along the path, her long scaled tail brushing smoothly against the grass. "The stronger you become, the stronger your spouse or spouses must be to safely bear your children. They do not need to match your specific cultivation level exactly, but their life force cannot lag too far behind your own. If their foundation is weak, the sheer power of your bloodline will consume them from the inside out. They might die during childbirth."

Liam frowned slightly, his logical mind immediately searching for a counter-strategy. "What if I am strong enough to intervene? If my own power is absolute, can't I protect them and sustain their life force manually?"

"It is not just about your willingness to help, Liam," Tiamat explained patiently, turning back to face him. "A mortal body simply lacks the spiritual capacity to harbor a God race. The mortal template does not possess enough intrinsic life force to nurture that kind of core before birth. No matter how much energy you inject, the vessel itself will fail."

"What about the old legends back home?" Liam questioned, trying to cross-reference her words with his existing knowledge. "What about Zeus' scions and the other Olympian demigods? Those stories always involved mortal mothers."

"The same thing and a completely different thing at the same time," Tiamat stated clearly. "Zeus and his peers are gods belonging directly to the human template. Their baseline essence is compatible with the mortals of their world. But you? You are building a completely new race from the ground up, using a unique energy framework.

Those mortal mothers in the old legends were actually thoroughly blessed and structurally altered by the divine courts before they ever conceived. Without that modification, they would have disintegrated."

"I understand," Liam said, completely absorbing the biological and spiritual rules governing his path. The requirements for his future family were vast, but they were logical.

"And yes," Tiamat added seamlessly, as if reading his primary reason for seeking her out. "You can continue to access the Dragon Realm whenever you want. The coordinates are permanently bound to your system."

Liam froze for a fraction of a second, a look of surprise crossing his face. He had traveled all this way specifically to ask her for continued permission to use the high-density energy sanctuary for his future training and gear formatting.

Yet, before he could even formulate the question, the Primordial had casually handed him the answer.

"Thank you, Your Majesty," Liam said, giving a respectful nod.

"Now, you may leave," Tiamat smiled, her slitted eyes gleaming with finality. "Go back to your home, do what you must, and make sure to come back here to visit me in a few years. A couple hundred years won't be bad either."

Before Liam could even begin to process the sheer scale of her perception of time, his surroundings violently contracted.

The silver trees, the glowing fruits, and the horned dragon females vanished in a millisecond.

The weight of the spatial layers passed over him once more, and when his senses stabilized, he found himself lying perfectly flat on his back.

He opened his eyes. He was staring directly at the familiar ceiling of his master suite inside the Bellemere Mansion.

Liam sat up slowly, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and running a hand through his immaculately styled hair.

"That was definitely not how I expected that conversation to go," he muttered to himself, a small, wry smile touching his lips.

He stood up, adjusting his casual clothes, completely clear-headed and ready.

Tiamat had given him the confirmation, the rules of his bloodline, and unrestricted access to realm filled with endless amount of energy.

Liam walked toward the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out over the quiet afternoon sun of his estate. It was time to start building the gears.