Every piece of the puzzle was clicking into place. Thomas's mind, once focused on mere survival, was now expanding into the realm of an inter-dimensional mogul. The idea of a luxury resort was good, but a high-end, exclusive nightclub? That was legendary.
"I'm building the 'Sovereign Lounge,'" he declared, his voice brimming with newfound confidence.
But a bar without glassware was just a dream. He tapped into the interface, watching his Qi reserve drop by ten points as the system processed his request. In a shimmering display of white light, rows of sleek, translucent bottles and elegant highball glasses materialised on the deck. Thomas reached out and grasped one; it felt solid, cold, and real.
He moved toward the tree pot, carefully tilting a bottle into the thick, swirling mist. To his delight, the white vapour condensed into a clear liquid the moment it touched the glass. He filled the bottle to the brim, the fluid sparkling with a faint, inner light.
