Robin leaned back in his chair on his study, feeling the weight of responsibilities lift off his shoulders as Oliver and Andrew took charge of the preparations for his upcoming journey. "Having money and trusted people to handle everything is a really a cheat," Robin thought. He couldn’t help but remember about his college days when he was the one working his ass off to organize trips. The headaches of collecting money, arranging vehicles, choosing destinations, and coordinating food plans made the tours painful . His friends used to tease him, calling him a natural-born organizer, but the truth was, those trips often left him exhausted before they even began. Now, as a rich guy blessed by luck and fate, Robin could sit back and let others do the heavy lifting, quite literally.

With Oliver overseeing the logistics and Andrew overseeing security, Robin found himself with too much free time.

He had nothing to do . So He decided to revisit the William family mansion because all the vahicals he inherited are stored in the William family warehouse .

Although Oliver wanted to accompany him as a car nard Oliver knows much better than him. But he is already busy with logistics so Robin don't want to make his life more hard.

This time robin left for the William family estate with Andrew.

As they passed through the mansion’s main gate, they went straight for the warehouse area. Robin was exited, he wanted to see what fortune he strucked.

The security at the facility was as tight as expected for a family of such stature. Guards lined the perimeter, and advanced scanning systems ensured that only authorized personnel could enter. Last night, Robin had messaged Deputy Butler Jackson to make arrangements for him, and now everything was in place. As they approached the facility, a servant greeted them, bowing slightly before ushering them toward a golf cart-like vehicle.

"Welcome, Master Robin. I hope you’re ready. The facility is... well, let’s just say it’s bigger than it appears from the outside," the servant said with a grin.

The warehouse area of the family is big as a small city. It spanned from the estate's garden to the transparent dome even has underground area. Engineer working on various projects. If nobody knows nothing about the family they might think it's a big factory.

They boarded the vehicle, which glided smoothly across the road. The tour of William family garage began in what looked like a vast hangar, with rows upon rows of cars, hovercraft, planes, and spaceships arranged meticulously in towering stacks. Robin’s eyes widened as they passed an impressive variety of vehicles, some sleek and modern, others vintage and full of rust. His family's collection was truly unparalleled. But the real showstopper came when they descended into the basement section.

The basement was where the family kept its motherships—massive vessels, each the size of a football stadium, that had once carried thousands of soldiers into battle or transported vast quantities of goods across the galaxy. These ships were decorated with guns, cannons, and intricate designs that spoke of a time when the William family was at the forefront of the galactic exploration. Now, they sat in the dimly lit storage, decommissioned but still radiating an aura of power and dominance.

"These motherships are incredible," Robin murmured in awe. "I can’t believe they’re just sitting here, unused."

The servant nodded. "Indeed, sir. Although the family has more modern flagships, these are over a few hundred years old and only kept here for historical value. They’re essentially artifacts now. Many would consider them priceless treasures, but for the William family... they’re more like... well, relics."

Robin chuckled. "Relics? Most people would kill to get their hands on just one of these."

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The servant smiled knowingly. "Yes, but to the family, they’re just a reminder of the past. If they’re ever needed again, perhaps they’ll be restored. But for now, they’re merely part of the family’s history."

The servant then took them through several warehouse-like structures, each containing more vehicles than Robin could count. Everything from classic-looking cars to small buses and personal hovercrafts were stored there. The variety was staggering. Finally, after what felt like hours of exploring, they reached their main destination—a large warehouse with a steel door shut. The servant stepped forward and entered a passcode into a keypad, causing the door to slide open with a satisfying hiss.

"This warehouse," the servant explained, "contains all the vehicles and ships that belonged to your grandfather. They were his prized possessions, although most of them was scattered throughout the Galaxy but family managed to gather them all here and now they belong to you."

Robin felt a lump in his throat as he stepped inside. The air here felt different, almost reverent, as if the very walls were whispering stories of his grandfather's adventures. He walked through the dimly lit space, taking in the sight of the ships and vehicles that had once belonged to the man he knew very little about. His eyes fell on a massive flagship that dominated the center of the warehouse. It was a imposing vessel, its surface gleaming even in the low light. The servant approached him with a respectful nod.

"That’s your grandfather’s flagship," the servant said. "It doesn’t need more than a hundred people to operate, but it can carry up to a thousand soldiers. It’s a masterpiece of engineering, even by today’s standards , even though it's rusty but it can still run today"

Robin was speechless. The sheer size and beauty of the ship were overwhelming. Robin walked around the flagship, his fingers lightly brushing its cold, metallic surface. He closed his eyes and whispered a silent thank you to his grandfather, offering a brief prayer to whatever gods might be listening.

After a moment, Andrew gently cleared his throat, snapping Robin out of his reverie. "As amazing as this ship is, we’re going to need something a little... smaller for the journey ahead. Something quick, comfortable, and convenient."

Robin laughed, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, I suppose this might be a bit much for sightseeing."

They follow the servant and continued to explore the warehouse, passing by more ships, cars, and hovercrafts. Robin’s mind raced as he considered his options. There were so many incredible vehicles to choose from, but he needed something that fit his specific needs. After a while, he turned to the servant.

"Could you make me a catalog of all the vehicles stored here that belong to me?" Robin asked.

"Of course, sir. I’ll have it ready for you shortly," the servant replied.

As they waited for the catalog, Robin spotted a vehicle that immediately caught his attention. It was a medium size vassal, compact, and reminds him of the hover planes from Earth that could glide over water. The design was both classic and futuristic, with smooth curves and a polished metallic finish. Robin’s eyes lit up as he inspected the ship more closely.

"This... this is the one," Robin said, his voice filled with excitement.

As they boarded the ship robin watched all the details,The ship had five rooms, each with an attached bathroom, a kitchen, and a captain’s room at the front. There was also an open area designed for admiring the view—perfect for the kind of leisurely exploration Robin had in mind. The servant, noticing Robin’s interest, smiled.

"Excellent choice, Master Robin. It's one of your grandfather’s early days collection, although he never used it more than once."

Andrew, who had been quietly inspecting the ship,he tapped here and there, nodded in approval. "It’s a solid vessel, but it could use some upgrades. The engine is old, communication systems are outdated, radar, and weapons need upgrading they’re also outdated. We need to upgrade them if we’re going to use this ship for travel."

Robin agreed. As much as he loved the ship’s vintage charm and Earth's familiarity, he knew that it needed to be brought up to modern standards. Andrew suggested contacting the family’s engineering team to handle the upgrades, and within minutes, the servant had called them in. The engineering team arrived swiftly, their leader, a middle-aged man with a sharp, calculating gaze, approaching Robin with a polite bow.

"Master Robin, it’s an honor to meet yoy, how can i assist you. What can we do for you today?" the head engineer asked.

Robin explained his vision for the ship. "I want to upgrade everything—engine, communications, radar, weapons—but I don’t want the appearance to change. Keep it as it is, just make it as modern and durable as possible."

The engineer smiled. "Consider it done. We’ll have the ship delivered to your mansion in a week, fully upgraded."

Satisfied with their plan for the smaller ship, Robin decided to broach a more ambitious subject. "There’s one more thing. My grandfather’s flagship... I want it restored. Not just to its former glory, but I want it to be something unique. One of a kind. I have a dream of exploring the cosmos, and I want that ship to be the one that takes me there."

The head engineer’s eyes widened slightly, clearly excited by the prospect. "It would be an honor to restore such a legendary ship. We’ll make it the best vessel as it was back than, I promise you that."

Robin grinned. "Don’t worry about the cost. Just make it perfect."

With that, Robin and Andrew left the facility, the weight of their future journey beginning to settle in. The major preparations were done, and Robin couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement building inside him. For the first time in a long while, he was truly looking forward to what lay ahead.