Tyler quietly took the small copper pot from beneath his sleeve and checked it once more while no one was paying attention.
The fact that he had managed to bring it this far still felt almost absurd.
Before boarding, the guards had searched everyone, but the inspection had not been nearly as thorough as he expected. They had relied mostly on metal detectors and quick body scans, likely because none of them imagined that sector participants could carry anything truly valuable.
The strange part was that the copper pot had not triggered the detector at all.
Not even once.
Tyler slipped it back into his sleeve again and leaned against the cabin wall.
"Well," he thought, "this thing was never ordinary copper anyway."
Even in his old world, the pot had already ignored logic more times than he could count. If it truly was made from some absurd heavenly material beyond mortal understanding, then a simple machine from Libria detecting it had probably never been possible.
