Later that day, Shery led him to the most expensive hotel in the city—The Orion.
It stood a hundred stories tall. The first floor alone stretched three stories high.
This was where the rich and powerful from across universe came to stay.
And here, Asher would spend his days before leaving through the Hyperion Teleporter.
The lobby felt more like a museum than a hotel—quiet, spotless, and lined with soft lights that shimmered off the marble floor.
Dozens of staff members stood behind a long desk, all dressed in futuristic white uniforms that reached their neck.
As they stepped up, a woman at the center desk looked up.
"Identification, please."
Asher reached into his pocket, but Shery leaned in close, brushing past him just slightly. Her voice dropped to a whisper near his ear.
"Don't show anything else. Just the S-Rank," she said. "Only people with status get to book a room here. Money doesn't matter here.
He gave a small nod and slid the black card onto the counter.
