Floating Island - Triple S Talent

Dion stood in the middle of a spacious flying car showroom, his eyes scanning the lineup of futuristic vehicles displayed like works of art. The soft light from the ceiling illuminated the aerodynamic curves and gleaming surfaces of the cars, creating the impression that they were ready to take off into the sky at any moment. The scent of metal and new leather blended with the faint aroma of advanced electronics, evoking a modern and exclusive atmosphere.

"Welcome, Mr. Dion," a middle-aged man in a perfectly tailored suit and a respectful smile approached him. "My name is Adrian, the owner of this showroom. It's an honor to serve someone of your reputation. How can I assist you?"

Adrian bowed his head slightly, his movements smooth yet full of deference. As a lower-ranking ruler, he was acutely aware of the immense power gap between himself and Dion, a grandmaster capable of obliterating him with a mere flick of a finger. His voice trembled slightly, but he made an effort to remain composed in the presence of such a dominant figure.

Dion shook the man's hand casually, but his eyes remained fixed on three cars in front of them. His task of selecting the perfect vehicle for an off-world guest felt more complicated than he had anticipated. "I need a flying car that leaves an unforgettable impression. Can you tell me more about these three models?"

Adrian nodded enthusiastically. "With pleasure, Mr. Dion. Allow me to show you." His hand gestured toward the first car, his movements deliberate yet cautious, as if every step had been carefully considered.

"This is the Sirocco-7," Adrian said, pointing to a sleek vehicle with a metallic silver surface that reflected light like a mirror. "Our premium model. Its magnetic levitation technology ensures near-silent flight, offering an exceptionally smooth flying experience. With a maximum speed of 900 km/h and a range of 1,200 kilometers on a single charge, it's designed for performance and luxury."

Dion stepped closer, his finger brushing against the cold, smooth surface. The metallic sheen reflected his face with a slight distortion, as though he were glimpsing a future version of himself. "What about the interior?" he asked, his eyes glancing at the tightly shut gullwing doors.

Adrian pressed a button on his wristwatch. The car's doors rose gracefully, revealing a spacious cabin with cream-colored leather seats that resembled business-class sofas. Soft blue light from the ambient lighting system gently illuminated the interior, creating a calming atmosphere. "It seats four and includes top-tier entertainment features. Perfect for medium to long-distance travel. However, do keep in mind that its size might pose a challenge in confined spaces."

Dion nodded, noting both the strengths and weaknesses. "Elegant, but the size could be an issue."

Adrian smiled politely, relieved that his comment was well-received by the grandmaster. "Exactly, Mr. Dion. This option prioritizes comfort above all else."

They moved on to the second car, which appeared sleeker and sharper in design. Its black metallic body absorbed light, exuding an aura of mystery and power. Dion could easily imagine this car zipping nimbly between towering skyscrapers.

"Vento-X," Adrian introduced, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. "Designed for efficiency and flexibility. Controlled gravity technology enables it to take off and land in tight spaces, while hidden nano-dynamo propellers keep the design aerodynamically sleek."

"Speed?" Dion asked, his eyes narrowing as he studied the car's sharp lines.

"700 km/h. Slightly slower than the Sirocco-7, but this car excels in maneuverability. Its range reaches 800 kilometers. The interior is simpler yet still comfortable. Ergonomic seats and a modern entertainment system accommodate three passengers."

Dion opened the door and peeked inside. The space was smaller but felt intimate and practical. He could easily picture a VIP guest entering and exiting without much effort. "This is better suited for areas with limited access," he murmured.

Adrian nodded promptly. "Exactly, Mr. Dion. This is an excellent choice if flexibility is your top priority."n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Adrian led Dion to the last car. At first glance, the Aurora-9 looked like a private jet redesigned into a car. Its metallic surface shifted colors depending on the angle of the light, radiating a beautiful gradient from bluish-purple to silver.

"This is our masterpiece," Adrian said proudly, though he maintained his humility. "The Aurora-9 is equipped with a turbocharged ion engine, allowing speeds of up to 1,200 km/h and a range of 1,800 kilometers. Its full automation system ensures comfort and safety, even in adverse weather conditions."

Dion walked around the car, examining every detail. When Adrian opened the door, Dion was greeted by a cabin exuding luxury. The seats, made from adaptive materials, felt warm and soft, adjusting to body temperature upon touch. "What's the capacity?"

"Six passengers," Adrian replied. "And each seat has individual settings. An advanced AI system ensures a smooth flight without any manual intervention. If you want your guest to feel like royalty, this is the perfect choice."

Dion sat down on a chair provided in the showroom, his mind racing. Each of the three cars had its own strengths. The Sirocco-7 impressed with its comfort and performance, but its size could be an issue. The Vento-X was highly flexible and practical, ideal for locations with limited space. Meanwhile, the Aurora-9 offered unmatched luxury and technology.

"I'll take the Aurora-9, Mr. Adrian. Please have it prepared as quickly as possible," Dion decided.

"Right away, sir," Adrian replied enthusiastically. He was going to receive a significant bonus this month.

Not long after Dion completed the transaction, he vanished from the showroom without delay. Not wanting any mistakes, he had personally overseen the vehicle selection. Earlier, he had instructed others to handle the remaining logistics.

***

Japanese Alliance Island

In front of the Japanese Alliance Building, Ayumi stood calmly. Her long purple hair swayed gently in the wind. Her eyes occasionally glanced at the watch on her left wrist. She was waiting for the arrival of someone very important.

After a while, the air in front of her rippled. A glowing purple portal appeared, spinning slowly like a whirlpool.