My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible - Chapter 308

Chapter 308: The Magic Of Highly Advanced Technology
Macau at noon was bright enough to bleach the streets in gold, but heat or daylight never mattered in a city built for sleepless nights. The casinos didn’t care whether the sun was up or down—only that money kept flowing and luck kept breathing.

Liam walked calmly toward the largest casino house in the entire city.

The building towered like a monument of wealth. Its exterior shimmered with reflective gold-tinted glass, catching the sunlight and scattering it across the plaza.

Dozens of exotic cars lined the front: Lamborghinis, Maybachs, Rolls Royces, and a few limited-edition hypercars that made even billionaires do a double take.

Liam took in the sight with a small smile. He had seen wealth. He had seen excess. But places like this always amused him—they weren’t just casinos; they were arenas where money battled ego, status, and desperation.

He wondered, idly, if he would turn the place upside down by accident. Probably.

He walked with a relaxed confidence, hands in his jacket pockets, strolling toward a casino where the minimum bet was more than most people’s annual salary.

Anyone else with his net worth—much less his true identity—would have arrived in a fleet of Bentleys with a VIP host bowing at the entrance.

But Liam didn’t want any of that. Like he said before, he was on vacation. He wanted to do things normally… or at least as normally as someone like him could manage.

If things turned troublesome, he could call Daniel. The family office would mobilize instantly. But for now? He preferred staying under the radar.

He approached the entrance and the two guards stationed there finally moved, blocking his path with professional politeness.

“Sir,” one guard said, bowing slightly. “May we see an identification?”

Liam blinked in confusion, until he finally realised why.

Ah. Right, He muttered as his expression shifted into that of mild realization.

The truth was simple: Liam looked young. Though not childish, as his face had a mature sharpness to it but his youth still clung to him. And it was made more pronounced by his enhancements.

And that’s troublesome in a place like Macau that doesn’t play around with its under-21 gambling restriction. That law here was ironclad.

Officially, the law applied to everyonez including royalty, billionaire heirs, foreign dignitaries and the likes. It didn’t matter what their status is. No identity, no entry. No excuses.

At least, that was what the law said on paper but reality was different.

Casinos were businesses first and ultra-high-net-worth clients were exceptions to every rule.

If a Saudi prince’s seventeen-year-old son wanted to gamble, they wouldn’t escort him out; they would escort him to a private suite, bring a Baccarat table to him, and pretend the law never existed.

Lucy explained all of this to Liam in the split second after he blinked in mild confusion at the guard’s request for identification.

Liam almost laughed. Yes, that was exactly what they would do if they find out his identity, but that wasn’t what he wanted.

If he had come with friends, maybe he would have enjoyed a private suite. But he was alone today. He wanted the atmosphere, the noise, the tension, the experience, and not isolation.

And while a typical billionaire kid would simply make one call, pull strings, and let the casino bend over backwards to serve them, Liam was anything but typical.

“Lucy, I need a fake ID. Make it that I’m 22 years of age,” Liam said.

“Done, sir,” Lucy replied.

In that split second that Liam gave the instruction, the ID card was created and the necessary information, and data was integrated into the relevant databases.

From Lucy explaining Macau’s gambling restriction law and loopholes to creating his new identity, and databases integration, sll of that happened within seconds.

Liam slid a hand casually into his jacket pocket, reached into the Dimensional Space, pulled out the newly generated ID card and handed it to the waiting guard.

The guard studied it briefly, then walked to the scanner and inserted the card, while Liam waited.

The machine beeped twice and green lights flashed in approval.

The guard withdrew the ID, returned it with both hands, and bowed slightly deeper than before.

“Welcome to the casino, sir. Please enjoy yourself.”

“Thank you,” Liam nodded and smiled to himself as he accepted the card.

A familiar thought crossed his mind—the saying that highly advanced technology becomes no different from magic. Moments like this made the phrase feel true.

The casino had no idea what had just happened.

The ID scan they performed wasn’t logged anywhere in their system. It passed the check on their monitor, the green light flashed, everything looked normal—but there was no record in their database, no traceable entry, nothing that could be reviewed later.

The same applied to the surveillance cameras. Liam would be visible on every live feed, walking clearly across the screen, but none of those recordings were being saved. The footage reached the servers but vanished instantly, wiped before the system could archive it.

There was a reason for that.

It was in the eventuality of if anyone from Macau’s intelligence department, for any reason, ever pulled the video for review and saw his face, they would know instantly that something was wrong. They would investigate, dig and if they dug deep enough, they would eventually touch things they shouldn’t.

Liam wasn’t worried about himself. Even if they discovered something strange, they couldn’t do anything to him.

But the casino? They would pay the price. They would be held responsible for allowing someone like him through their doors without proper documentation.

Their licenses, their relationships, their reputation—everything would be at risk.

So in a strange way, even though he was the cause of all this, he was also protecting them. They just didn’t know it.

After all, it wouldn’t be their fault that they let a ghost walk through their doors.

Liam slipped the ID card into his pocket, still smiling faintly, and stepped into the casino house.

Immediately, the air changed instantly.

The sound hit him first. It was a deep, rhythmic blend of clattering chips, shuffling cards, rolling dice, spinning wheels, and human tension.

Gold chandeliers brightened the whole interior with warm light. Thick carpets swallowed footsteps. And everywhere he looked, wealth gleamed.

Tables were full and people shouted in excitement. Money exchanged hands like water.

Everything was alive.

Liam took a moment to absorb it all. He liked this environment.

It was a contrast to the sterile political meetings he’d been dragged through for weeks.

He walked deeper into the casino. People brushed past him, some in expensive suits, some in elegant evening dresses, some in casual luxury wear like himself.

No one paid attention to him or noticed anything strange. To them, he was just another young man attracted by the thrill of fortune and risk.

Liam’s steps slowed when he reached a row of Baccarat tables.

Just as he stepped toward a free spot at a table, a man in a black suit—clearly a pit boss—approached him.

“Good afternoon, sir,” the man greeted with a polite smile. His eyes were sharp, trained. “May I assist you with acquiring chips?”

Liam smiled back. “Sure.”

“Of course. How much would you like to begin with?”

“Let’s start with $1m,” Liam smiled.