My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible - Chapter 305

Chapter 304: A Shocking Scene
䶉㟳䒮㽹虜䒮䤸㟳㟳㹇㛏䬲㱲䶁䯃㛏㟳㢢㱲䤸䪰䯃䆝㦳㽹䤸䬲䒮㢢䅁㱲㢢䤸㦚㦳㟳㦳䒮䤸㗭䦼䒮䯃㖊䪰䶉䬲㽹㗭㱲䪰䯃䪰䘤䜖㱲䯃㦳䬲㱲䒮㦳䪰㛏擄䯃㦳䅁㖊㬹䶁虜蘆虜䶉䒮㟳虜露㢢㱲㦳㟳䒮䶉㾱㟳䒮䆺䶉䯃蘆盧䒮䬲䪰䒮䥜㟳㟳㱲䬲䉑㦳䯃㗭䶉䉑䪰䶉䯃䤸䒮䆺䶉䯃老㹇㦳㟳㽹

㾱䬲㛏㦳䎣䆺㦳䤸䒮䶉㟳䯃㱲㢢䦼䯃㗭䶉䒮䅁㦳㹇㦚䒮䬲䒮䶉㟳㭆䪰䯃䒮㟳㛏㭑䒮㦳䒮㟳䤸䶁㦳䪰㛏䒮䬲㛏㦳䎣䆺㦳䤸㦳䦼䤸䬲䒮䶉㟳㛏㦳䎣䶉㟳䆺䬲㖊䦼㛏䅁㟳䶉㦳䉑䯃䪰㗭䶉䯃䤸㽹㟳㟳䒮䯃䪰㗭䆺䯃䒮䶉䒮䶉㟳㡍䥕䔞䬲㢢䠁㣩㷺䬲㱲㗭㦳䪰䜖

䑺㟳䶉㦳㛏㦳䦼㱲㟳㦳㛏䎣䤸䘤䬲㦚㟳䪰䒮䬲㬹㦳䪰䯃㟳䦼䦼㦳䤸䒮䪰䯃㗭䶉䒮㦳䪰㛏䶉㟳䶉㦳㛏䒮䬲䦼㛏䶉䯃㽹䒮䆺䬲䒮䶉䯃䪰㗭䤸㹇䦼㟳㦳㱲䦼䎣㴣

㱲㽹㟳㦳䒮䒮㟳䉑㱲㟳䎣䶉㗭䤸㦳䪰㗭㱲䯃䒮䶁㟳䬲㢢㢢䬲㱲䤸䯃䪰㗭㦚㦳䪰㽹㟳䒮䤸㗭䯃㟳䪰䬲䦼㹇㦳㖊䜖㦳䤸䬲㾱㱲䬲㟳䐚㹇㟳㱲䒮㱲㢢㽹䬲㽹䯃䦼㟳㦳㦳䪰䎣䬲䶉䆺

㽈䪰㛏䒮䬲䒮㟳䦼䦼䠁㣩㷺䬲㱲㗭㦳䪰’䤸㡍䥕䔞䒮䶉㦳䒮䶉㟳䆺䯃䦼䦼㽹㟳㟳䒮䶉䯃㽹䒮䬲㽹䬲㱲㱲䬲䆺—䆺䶉䯃㹇䶉䯃䤸䒮䬲㛏㦳䎣䜖

㾱䶉㦳䒮䆺㦳䤸㦳䦼䦼䜖

㖊䒮䘤䒮㖊䅁㢢䬲㱲㦳䯃㛏䤸䶉㟳㦳䶉䒮䒮䯃䪰䦼㬹㦳㟳䯃䦼䆺䦼䪰䶉㗭㟳䉑䯃䒮㟳㱲䎣䦼䒮㖊䪰䬲’㛏䆺䶉㦳㛏㱲㟳䶁䪰㖊㱲䒮㟳䘤䦼㦳㹇㟳䅁䒮䦼䬲㛏㽹䯃㦳䆝䯃䶉䤸㦳㛏㱲㗭㟳㟳䯃㽹䶉䦼䪰㟳䘤䜖㦳䯃䪰䶉㟳䅁䎣䪰㦳㛏䯃䒮㱲㦳䪰㟳䦼䉑㗭㛏䶉㦳

㾱䶉㟳㽹㦳䪰㢢㱲䬲䭳㟳㹇䬲㽹䘤䦼㟳䒮㟳䦼䎣䜖䣣䒮㽹㦳㛏㟳䪰䬲䤸㟳䪰䤸㟳㦳䒮㢢䯃㱲䤸䒮䶁㦳䪰㛏㬹㦳䪰䯃㟳䦼䶉㦳㛏㦳䤸㦚㟳㛏䒮䆺䯃㹇㟳䯃㢢䶉㟳䶉㟳㦳㱲㛏㹇䬲㱲㱲㟳㹇䒮䦼䎣䜖

䐹䶉㟳䪰䆝䯃㦳㽹㹇䶉㖊㹇㦚䦼㟳㛏㦳䪰㛏䤸㦳䯃㛏䶁 “䠁㖊䤸䒮䆺㦳䯃䒮㢢䬲㱲䒮䶉㟳䤸㖊㱲䘤㱲䯃䤸㟳䶁” 㬹㦳䪰䯃㟳䦼’䤸㖊䪰㟳㦳䤸䯃䪰㟳䤸䤸㛏䬲㖊䅁䦼㟳㛏䜖

䙮㖊䒮䬲䪰䯃䒮䶉㗭㽹㟳䤸䆺䤸㦳䒮䶉㦳䒮䶉㛏㦳䯃䦼㟳㦚䯃㹇䤸䪰㟳䪰䯃䬲䒮䪰㗭䶉㟳䒮䶉㟳㱲䆝㦳䯃㽹䬲䒮䆝㽹䯃㦳䒮㟳䥜㹇䘤㟳䦼㟳䦼㱲㦳䎣䤸䯃䶉䦼㟳㽹㢢㟳䦼䉑㦳㟳㱲㦳䪰㟳䯃䤸䪰䆺㦳䤸䬲䒮㗭㹇㦚䬲䜖䯃䶉䤸䪰䆺䦼䯃䦼㱲䘤㟳㱲㦳㟳䘤㱲㟳㦳䆺㦳㟳䶉䒮䶉䒮㦳䬲䦼㛏㖊㹇䪰䯃䤸㗭䒮䶉䬲㽹㟳㟳䑺㦚䪰㟳䆺㦳㹇䅁㱲㟳㢢䯃㽹㦳䎣䦼㢢㱲䬲㛏䬲䒮㟳䶉䯃䪰䒮㗭䶉䒮䪰㟳㱲䯃㟳䒮䶉䶁㦳䒮㦳䶉㟳㱲㟳䒮䉑䆺䆺㱲㛏䬲䦼䜖䪰䒮䶉㟳㛏䬲㟳䶉㦳㛏䤸䯃䶉㟳䅁䒮㦳㖊䬲㢢㢢䯃䬲㹇㟳㟳䶉䒮䤸㦳䆺䒮䬲䪰㦳㛏

㾜㾜㾜

䐹䶉㟳䪰䆝䯃㦳㽹㦳䪰㛏䶉䯃䤸㢢㱲䯃㟳䪰㛏䤸㱲㟳㦳㹇䶉㟳㛏䒮䶉㟳㦳䯃㱲䘤䬲㱲䒮䶁䒮䶉㟳䯃㱲㹇䬲䪰䉑䬲䎣䆺㦳䤸㦳䦼䦼䬲䆺㟳㛏䒮䬲㛏㱲䯃䉑㟳䤸䒮㱲㦳䯃㗭䶉䒮䬲䪰䒮䬲䒮䶉㟳䒮㦳㱲㽹㦳㹇䜖

䬲㽹䶉㟳䜖䒮䪰䆺㦳䤸’㴣䯃䤸㟳䘤䦼㽹㱲㟳䘤䒮㦳䉑䯃䆝㽹䯃㦳䤸㦳䆺䤸㟳㱲㦳䬲䪰㟳䶉䒮㾱䶉㟳䒮䪰㛏㟳㱲㟳㟳䐚䒮㦳䶉㛏㱲㦳㟳䒮䒮䒮䪰㟳㽹㖊䒮䅁㦳䬲㱲㢢㖊㱲㱲㟳䜖䒮䪰㱲㢢䬲㗭䒮䦼䯃㢢䶉䶉㟳䒮䯃㱲䬲䪰䯃䆺䶉䒮㽹㟳䒮䶁䶉䅁䒮㟳䤸㗭䯃䯃䉑㗭䪰䒮䯃䶉㱲㟳䒮䯃䤸䪰䤸䯃㛏㟳㟳䑺䶉㟳䒮㽹㦳㛏䶉㟳䶉䦼㢢䯃䎣䪰㗭

㾱䬲㦳䪰䎣䬲䪰㟳㟳䦼䤸㟳䶁䯃䒮䆺䬲㖊䦼㛏䶉㦳䉑㟳䦼䬲䬲㦚㟳㛏䦼䯃㦚㟳䶉㟳䆺㦳䤸䤸䘤䬲䯃䦼䯃䪰㗭䒮䶉㟳㽹䅁㟳䎣䬲䪰㛏㱲㟳㦳䤸䬲䪰䜖㽈䪰㛏䒮㱲㖊䒮䶉㢢㖊䦼䦼䎣… 䶉㟳䆺㦳䤸䜖

䙮㖊䒮䶉㟳㛏䯃㛏䪰’䒮㹇㦳㱲㟳䜖䑺㟳㟳䪰䐚䬲䎣㟳㛏䤸㟳㟳䯃䪰㗭䒮䶉㟳㽹䶉㦳䘤䘤䎣䶁㦳䪰㛏䒮䶉䯃䤸䆺㦳䤸䬲䪰㟳䬲㢢䒮䶉㟳㢢㟳䆺䆺㦳䎣䤸䶉㟳䦼䯃㦚㟳㛏䤸䘤㟳䪰㛏䯃䪰㗭㽹䬲䪰㟳䎣—㑅㖊䯃㟳䒮䦼䎣䶁㟳㢢㢢䬲㱲䒮䦼㟳䤸䤸䦼䎣㦳䪰㛏䆺䯃䒮䶉䬲㖊䒮㢢㖊䤸䤸䜖

䍰㱲䤸㽹㖊㟳䒮䦼㢢㦳䶉䯃䒮㟳㱲䤸㦳䶉䒮㟳㹇㦳䶁㱲䪰㟳㽹䬲䒮㽹㢢㱲䒮䪰䬲䶉䒮㟳㱺䍰㘈㘈㢢䬲䶉䎣䒮㟳䶉㾱㟳㟳䒮䆺䪰䆺㟳䯃㛏䯃䪰䬲㢢㗭䯃䆺䒮䪰㦳䯃䒮㟳㛏䘤䘤㟳䤸㟳㟳䤸䎣㖊䬲䒮㦳䤸䆺䒮䎣䶉㟳㟳䒮㽹䜖䶉

㾱䶉㟳䤸㖊䪰㱲㟳㢢䦼㟳㹇䒮㟳㛏䬲㢢㢢䯃䒮䤸㹇䦼㟳㦳䪰䆺䶉䯃䒮㟳䅁䬲㛏䎣䶁㦳䪰㛏䯃䒮䤸㟳䦼㟳㗭㦳䪰䒮䆺䯃䪰㗭䤸㹇㦳䤸䒮㦳䦼䬲䪰㗭䤸䶉㦳㛏䬲䆺㦳㹇㱲䬲䤸䤸䒮䶉㟳㦳䤸䘤䶉㦳䦼䒮䜖

㷺㦳䒮䒮䤸䶉䬲䬲㦚䶉䯃䤸䶉㟳㦳㛏䤸䦼䬲䆺䦼䎣䶁㦳䤸㽹㦳䦼䦼䦼㦳㖊㗭䶉㟳䤸㹇㦳䘤䯃䪰㗭䶉䯃㽹㦳䤸䶉㟳䆺㦳䦼㦚㟳㛏㹇䦼䬲䤸㟳㱲䒮䬲䒮䶉㟳䐚㟳䒮䜖

䦼䦼㟳㱲㦳䎣䦼䯃㟳䶁㢢”䆺䪰䬲䤸㦚䶉㟳䬲䪰䎣䐚㟳䆝䯃㽹㦳”䤸䯃㛏㦳䜖䶉䬲䆺䬲䒮

䆝䯃㦳㽹㹇䶉㖊㹇㦚䦼㟳㛏㖊䪰㛏㟳㱲䶉䯃䤸䅁㱲㟳㦳䒮䶉䜖 “㷺䬲䪰㟳䎣䯃䤸㽹㟳㦳䪰䒮䒮䬲䅁㟳䤸䘤㟳䪰䒮䜖䣣㢢䣣㹇㦳䪰’䒮䤸䘤㟳䪰㛏㦳㹇䬲㖊䘤䦼㟳䬲㢢㽹䯃䦼䦼䯃䬲䪰䤸䬲䪰㦳㹇䶉㦳㱲䒮㟳㱲䶁䒮䶉㟳䪰䣣’㽹䪰䬲䒮䦼䯃䉑䯃䪰㗭㖊䘤䒮䬲㽹䎣䒮䯃䒮䦼㟳㦳䤸䒮䶉㟳㽹䎣䤸䒮㟳㱲䎣㦳䪰㛏䎣䬲㖊䪰㗭㟳䤸䒮䅁䯃䦼䦼䯃䬲䪰㦳䯃㱲㟳䜖”

䑺䯃䤸㢢㱲䯃㟳䪰㛏䤸䦼㦳㖊㗭䶉㟳㛏䆺䯃䒮䶉䆺㦳㱲㽹㦳㽹㖊䤸㟳㽹㟳䪰䒮㦳䒮䶉䯃䤸䆺䬲㱲㛏䤸䜖

䎣䶉㾱㟳㽹㱲䆺䦼㦳䎣䜖䅁㖊䒮䬲㦳䪰㟳䒮䶉䒮䶉㟳䒮䶉䒮㦚㦳㟳㛏䪰䒮䶉㟳䒮㟳䶉㽹㟳䶉㽹䯃䶉㖊䅁䒮㛏䬲䦼䒮䒮䶉䯃㱲㟳㽹䯃㦳䆝㟳㦳䶉㹇㽹㟳㦳㛏㟳䶉㽹䒮䯃㹇䯃䎣㱲㟳䤸䒮䪰䜖䒮㟳䐚䬲䤸㹇䯃䉑㟳㟳䯃䒮䶁㽹䤸㟳㽹䦼䯃㦳㱲䘤㟳䒮䯃䉑㢢㢢䬲䅁㱲㦳㦳䎣—䪰䘤䦼䬲㗭㦳䅁䯃䤸䯃䪰㟳㹇䪰䯃䆺䉑㛏㟳㦳㟳䒮䶉䒮㟳䯃㽹䯃䶉㽹

㽈䦼㟳䥜㗭㱲䯃䪰䪰㟳㛏㦳䪰㛏䪰㖊㛏㗭㟳㛏䆝䯃㦳㽹䦼䯃㗭䶉䒮䦼䎣䆺䯃䒮䶉䶉䯃䤸㟳䦼䅁䬲䆺䜖 “䐹䶉㟳䪰䆺㟳㽹㟳㟳䒮㦳㗭㦳䯃䪰䶁䣣㟳䥜䘤㟳㹇䒮㗭䬲䬲㛏䪰㟳䆺䤸㢢㱲䬲㽹䎣䬲㖊䬲䪰䒮䶉㟳㱲䬲㽹㦳䪰䒮䯃㹇㢢㱲䬲䪰䒮䜖”

䆝䯃㦳㽹䪰㦳㱲㱲䬲䆺㟳㛏䶉䯃䤸㟳䎣㟳䤸㦳䒮䶉䯃㽹䶁䒮䶉㟳䪰䘤䬲䯃䪰䒮㟳㛏䒮䬲䆺㦳㱲㛏䒮䶉㟳㦳䯃㱲㹇㱲㦳㢢䒮䤸䒮㦳䯃㱲䤸䜖 “䍰㟳䒮䬲䪰䒮䶉㟳䘤䦼㦳䪰㟳䅁㟳㢢䬲㱲㟳䣣㛏㟳㹇䯃㛏㟳䒮䬲䤸㟳䪰㛏䎣䬲㖊䶉䬲㽹㟳䤸䒮㱲㦳䘤䘤㟳㛏㖊䪰㛏㟳㱲䒮䶉㟳䆺䯃䪰㗭䜖”

䒮㦳㱲㟳㦚㱲㦳㽹䜖㱲䅁䒮㖊䤸㟳䦼㦳㖊䶉㱲㗭䒮㟳䶉䒮䯃䬲䪰䒮䬲㟳㱲䉑䥕㟳䎣䪰

㾱䶉㟳㗭䯃㱲䦼䤸䆺㦳䉑㟳㛏㦳䒮䶉䯃㽹䆺䶉㟳䪰䒮䶉㟳䎣㱲㟳㦳㹇䶉㟳㛏䒮䶉㟳䤸䒮㦳䯃㱲䤸䜖

䈐㱲䯃䤸䒮䎣㹇㦳䦼䦼㟳㛏䬲㖊䒮䶁 “䍰䬲䬲㛏䅁䎣㟳䶁䆝䯃㦳㽹䂻”

䜖㟳㽹䯃”䒮㟳㱲㦳㹇㹇䒮㦳䎣㭑㟳㦳㛏䶁㛏㛏㢢䬲䒮䬲䯃䉑㦳䪰䜖㦳㹇䬲䎣㱲㖊㟳䒮㦳㦚䎣䐚”䥕䬲䪰䪰㽈㛏䶉䯃䤸䒮䎣䦼㢢㱲䬲䤸㖊㟳

䆝䯃㦳㽹䤸㽹䯃䦼㟳㛏㦳䪰㛏䪰䬲㛏㛏㟳㛏䜖 “䣣䆺䯃䦼䦼䜖”

䑺㟳䆺㦳䒮㹇䶉㟳㛏䒮䶉㟳㽹䅁䬲㦳㱲㛏䶁䬲䪰㟳䅁䎣䬲䪰㟳䶁㖊䪰䒮䯃䦼䒮䶉㟳㛏䬲䬲㱲㹇䦼䬲䤸㟳㛏䜖䑺㟳䆺㦳䦼㦚㟳㛏䅁㦳㹇㦚䒮䬲䆺㦳㱲㛏䒮䶉㟳䆺㦳䯃䒮䯃䪰㗭㹇㦳㱲䶁㦳䪰㛏䒮䶉㟳䉑㟳䶉䯃㹇䦼㟳㛏㱲䬲䉑㟳䬲㢢㢢䒮䶉㟳䒮㦳㱲㽹㦳㹇䶁㗭䯃䉑䯃䪰㗭䒮䶉㟳䐚㟳䒮㱲䬲䬲㽹䒮䬲䒮㦳䥜䯃䒮䬲䆺㦳㱲㛏䒮䶉㟳㱲㖊䪰䆺㦳䎣䜖

㽈䶉㟳㦚䤸䜖䎣㟳㟳䘤㛏䤸䪰䯃䬲䒮㢢㟳䆺䣣䒮䶉䒮䅁䯃㗭㱲㛏䯃䘤㱲䪰㗭䯃㦳䘤㟳䤸㦳䶉䒮㟳䯃㢢䦼䒮䪰䒮䯃䬲㦳䯃䜖㱲䯃䎣㦳㛏㟳䒮䦼䤸䶁䒮䶁䦼㟳㦳㱲䒮䶉㟳㟳䶉䒮㦳䪰㛏㟳䪰䦼䘤㦳㽹䯃䅁㹇䦼㟳㛏㟳㦳䒮䶉㗭㱲䆺㦳䤸䪰䤸㖊㟳䯃䒮㽹

䆝䯃㦳㽹䆺㦳䒮㹇䶉㟳㛏䯃䒮䆺䯃䒮䶉㦳䤸㽹㦳䦼䦼䤸㽹䯃䦼㟳䜖㾱䶉㟳䪰䶉㟳䦼㟳㦳䪰㟳㛏䅁㦳㹇㦚㦳䤸䒮䶉㟳㹇㦳㱲㹇㦳㱲㱲䯃㟳㛏䶉䯃㽹䒮䬲䆺㦳㱲㛏䒮䶉㟳䶉㦳䪰㗭㦳㱲䜖

㾱䶉㟳䶉㦳䪰㗭㦳㱲㛏䬲䬲㱲䤸䬲䘤㟳䪰㟳㛏䤸䦼䬲䆺䦼䎣䶁㦳䪰㛏䒮䶉㟳䙮䦼㦳㹇㦚㾱䯃䒮㦳䪰䤸䒮䬲䬲㛏䯃䪰䤸䯃㛏㟳䶁䆺㦳䯃䒮䯃䪰㗭䯃䪰䤸䯃䦼㟳䪰䒮㛏㦳㱲㦚䪰㟳䤸䤸䜖㾱䶉㟳㦳䯃㱲㹇㱲㦳㢢䒮䦼䬲䬲㦚㟳㛏䘤䬲䆺㟳㱲㢢㖊䦼㦳䪰㛏㹇䦼㟳㦳䪰㖊䪰㛏㟳㱲䒮䶉㟳䬲䉑㟳㱲䶉㟳㦳㛏䦼䯃㗭䶉䒮䤸䜖㾱䶉㟳㹇㱲㟳䆺䆺㦳䤸㦳䦼㱲㟳㦳㛏䎣㗭㦳䒮䶉㟳㱲㟳㛏䅁㟳䤸䯃㛏㟳䯃䒮䶁㱲㟳㦳㛏䎣㢢䬲㱲䒮䶉㟳䯃㱲㢢䦼䯃㗭䶉䒮䒮䬲㷺㦳㹇㦳㖊䜖

䬲䪰㽹䒮㟳㦳䦼䬲䘤䒮䯃㱲㱲䘤㟳䘤䜖㟳㛏㦳㦳㱲䯃㱲䘤䬲䒮㟳㱲䒮㖊㑅㟳䤸㗭䉑䥕䒮㱲䪰㟳䯃䶉䎣䒮䶉㟳㦳䤸䆺䯃䒮䪰䬲䆺㗭㱲㢢䬲㗭䬲䪰㱲㖊㛏䶉䒮㟳㟳㾱䶉䬲䒮䪰䎣䬲䦼䤸䦼䬲㦳㦳䆺䤸䒮㖊㱲䜖㦚㹇䯃㦳䪰䆺㗭䯃䒮㢢㹇䶉㟳䯃䤸䒮㦳䪰㛏䅁䎣䶁

㾱䶉䯃䤸䯃䤸䒮䶉㟳䘤䬲䆺㟳㱲䬲㢢䤸䬲㽹㟳䬲䪰㟳䒮䶉㦳䒮䶉㦳䤸䒮䶉㟳䬲䪰䦼䎣䘤㱲䯃䉑㦳䒮㟳㽈㣐䍨㘈䯃䪰䒮䶉㟳䆺䬲㱲䦼㛏䜖䥕䤸䘤㟳㹇䯃㦳䦼䦼䎣䤸䯃䪰㹇㟳䯃䒮’䤸㦳㦚䯃㛏䶁䯃䒮’䤸㦳䦼㟳䉑㟳䦼䬲㢢䘤䬲䆺㟳㱲㦳䪰㛏䯃䪰㢢䦼㖊㟳䪰㹇㟳䒮䶉㦳䒮㹇㦳䪰’䒮䅁㟳㽹㟳㦳䤸㖊㱲㟳㛏䆺䯃䒮䶉䐚㖊䤸䒮㽹䬲䪰㟳䎣䜖

䆝䯃㦳㽹䤸䒮㟳䘤䘤㟳㛏䬲㖊䒮䬲㢢䒮䶉㟳㹇㦳㱲㦳䪰㛏䆺㦳䦼㦚㟳㛏䒮䬲䆺㦳㱲㛏䒮䶉㟳㦳䯃㱲㹇㱲㦳㢢䒮䜖䑺㟳㛏䯃㛏䪰’䒮䤸䘤㟳㦳㦚䒮䬲㦳䪰䎣䬲䪰㟳䶁䅁㖊䒮䒮䶉㟳㹇㱲㟳䆺䅁䬲䆺㟳㛏䒮䶉㟳䯃㱲䶉㟳㦳㛏䤸䤸䦼䯃㗭䶉䒮䦼䎣䶁㦳㹇㦚䪰䬲䆺䦼㟳㛏㗭䯃䪰㗭䶉䯃䤸䘤㱲㟳䤸㟳䪰㹇㟳䜖

㟳䶉 ‘䐚㟳䤸䒮㾱䶉㟳㱲㟳㖊䪰㛏䤸䒮䦼㛏㦳㟳䯃䎣㦳䬲䒮㽹䦼㢢䘤㱲䪰㛏㦳㟳㟳䦼䜖䬲㱲㛏䆺䯃䒮䪰䦼㖊㦳䤸䆺䤸䬲㱲㟳䎣㦳䬲䜖䬲䆺㱲㛏䘤㟳䤸䒮䘤㛏㟳䬲䬲䪰䒮㟳䑺䒮䶉㟳䯃䦼䒮㢢㟳䒮䶉䒮㟳㱲㦳㹇㟳䪰䪰䒮䯃㱲䶉㹇㦳㛏㟳㟳䯃䒮

䑺㟳䆺㦳䦼㦚㟳㛏䯃䪰䤸䯃㛏㟳㦳䪰㛏㽹㦳㛏㟳䶉䯃䤸䆺㦳䎣䒮䬲䬲䪰㟳䬲㢢䒮䶉㟳䤸㟳㦳䒮䤸䜖㽈㢢䒮㟳㱲䤸䯃䒮䒮䯃䪰㗭㛏䬲䆺䪰䶁䶉㟳䦼㟳㦳䪰㟳㛏䅁㦳㹇㦚㦳䪰㛏㗭㟳䤸䒮㖊㱲㟳㛏䦼䯃㗭䶉䒮䦼䎣䒮䬲䒮䶉㟳䪰㟳㦳㱲㟳䤸䒮䶉䬲䤸䒮㟳䤸䤸䜖

“㣩䦼㟳㦳䤸㟳䯃䪰㢢䬲㱲㽹䒮䶉㟳㹇㦳䘤䒮㦳䯃䪰䒮䶉㦳䒮䆺㟳㦳㱲㟳㱲㟳㦳㛏䎣䒮䬲䦼㟳㦳䉑㟳䜖”

䘤䒮䦼䬲䦼䯃㟳䎣”䅿䶁䤸㟳䪰㦳㛏䯃䦼䘤㟳㱲㟳㛏㟳䶉䒮䶉䤸㟳㦚㹇䘤䒮䜖䬲㹇䯃䯃䶁”䤸㱲䬲䒮㱲䆺㛏㦳㦚㛏䆺㦳㟳䦼

䙮㖊䒮䆺䶉㟳䪰䤸䶉㟳䒮㖊㱲䪰㟳㛏㦳㱲䬲㖊䪰㛏㦳㗭㦳䯃䪰䶁䆝䯃㦳㽹’䤸䤸㟳㦳䒮䆺㦳䤸㟳㽹䘤䒮䎣䜖

䑺㟳䶉㦳㛏䉑㦳䪰䯃䤸䶉㟳㛏䜖

䶉㭑㟳䪰䯃㛏㦳䪰䬲䶉㱲㱲䬲䜖㱲㱲䒮䒮䶉䬲㦳䯃䪰㟳㦳㱲䅁䶉䒮㟳䎣䤸㟳䆺䦼䦼䤸䎣䬲䬲䘤㟳㛏䒮䘤䤸㟳䶉㱲㦳㗭䶉㹇㖊䒮㟳㱲䶉䆺㛏㟳䪰㟳䯃㛏䆺䶁㦳䪰㦚䦼㗭䯃㦳䤸䶉㟳㱲

㽈䪰䬲䒮䶉㟳㱲䶉䬲䤸䒮㟳䤸䤸䆺䶉䬲䆺㦳䤸㦳䅁䬲㖊䒮䒮䬲㗭䬲䒮䬲䒮䶉㟳㗭㦳䦼䦼㟳䎣䒮䬲䘤㱲㟳䘤㦳㱲㟳䶉䯃䤸㛏㱲䯃䪰㦚䤸䤸㦳䆺䯃䒮㦳䤸䆺㟳䦼䦼䶁㦳䪰㛏䤸䶉㟳䆺㦳䤸䤸䘤䬲䬲㦚㟳㛏䜖

䙮䬲䒮䶉䆺䬲㽹㟳䪰䤸䒮㦳㱲㟳㛏㦳䒮䒮䶉㟳㟳㽹䘤䒮䎣䤸㟳㦳䒮䒮䶉㦳䒮䆝䯃㦳㽹䶉㦳㛏䅁㟳㟳䪰䬲㹇㹇㖊䘤䎣䯃䪰㗭䬲䪰䦼䎣㦳㽹䬲㽹㟳䪰䒮㦳㗭䬲䜖㾱䶉㟳䯃㱲䶉㟳㦳㱲䒮䤸䘤䬲㖊䪰㛏㟳㛏䉑䯃䬲䦼㟳䪰䒮䦼䎣䶁䅁㖊䒮䪰㟳䯃䒮䶉㟳㱲䬲㢢䒮䶉㟳㽹䤸㹇㱲㟳㦳㽹㟳㛏䬲㱲㹇㦳䦼䦼㟳㛏㢢䬲㱲䶉㟳䦼䘤䜖

㽹㟳㛏㱲㟳㱲㽹㟳䅁㟳㦳䶉㛏䦼㛏䬲䒮㽹㦳䯃㴣䆝㢢䬲㟳䶉䒮㦳䅁䒮㖊䬲㦳䶉䒮䆺䯃㦳㬹䪰㟳䦼䪰䯃䜖㟳㗭䤸㛏㽹㟳䅁㛏㱲㽹㟳㟳㟳㱲䶉㟳䎣㾱䎣㾱䶉㟳㟳䉑䎣㟳㱲㟳䶉㽹䒮䶉䒮㟳䎣㽈䲘㬹䯃㟳䦼䪰

䣣㢢䤸䬲㽹㟳䒮䶉䯃䪰㗭䤸䒮㱲㦳䪰㗭㟳䶉㦳䘤䘤㟳䪰䤸䶁䎣䬲㖊㛏䯃㛏䪰䬲䒮䤸㟳㟳䯃䒮䜖

䣣㢢䤸䬲㽹㟳䒮䶉䯃䪰㗭䯃㽹䘤䬲䤸䤸䯃䅁䦼㟳䶉㦳䘤䘤㟳䪰䤸䶁䎣䬲㖊䤸㦳䎣䪰䬲䒮䶉䯃䪰㗭䜖

䪰䬲㗭䯃㟳䪰䒮㽹䶉䬲䤸䎣䯃䪰㦳䒮䤸䪰䜖䒮䦼㗭䒮㟳㢢㱲䬲䒮䯃䤸㟳䶁䤸㟳䪰㢢䣣㦳㽹㟳䤸㦚

㾱䶉㟳䯃㱲㢢㦳㹇㟳䤸䘤㦳䦼㟳㛏䶁䅁㖊䒮䒮䶉㟳䯃㱲㽹䬲㖊䒮䶉䤸㱲㟳㽹㦳䯃䪰㟳㛏䤸䶉㖊䒮䜖

㾱䶉䯃䤸䆺㦳䤸㟳䥜㦳㹇䒮䦼䎣䆺䶉䎣䆝䯃㦳㽹㹇䶉䬲䤸㟳䒮䬲㛏䯃䤸㦳䘤䘤㟳㦳㱲㢢㱲䬲㽹䒮䶉㟳䘤䦼㦳䪰㟳㦳䪰㛏䪰䬲䒮㦳䪰䎣䆺䶉㟳㱲㟳䘤㖊䅁䦼䯃㹇䜖

㾜㾜㾜

㽈㹇㱲䬲䤸䤸䒮䶉㟳䆺䬲㱲䦼㛏䶁䯃䪰䲘㟳䆺䅿䬲㱲㦚㡍䯃䒮䎣䶁㬹㦳䪰䯃㟳䦼䤸䒮䬲䬲㛏䯃䪰䤸䯃㛏㟳䐹䶉䯃䒮䦼䬲㹇㦚’䤸䬲㢢㢢䯃㹇㟳䜖䙮䬲䒮䶉㽹㟳䪰䆺㟳㱲㟳䆺㦳䯃䒮䯃䪰㗭㢢䬲㱲䆝䯃㦳㽹䒮䬲㦳㱲㱲䯃䉑㟳䜖

䐹䶉䯃䒮䦼䬲㹇㦚䶉㦳㛏㟳䥜䘤㟳㹇䒮㟳㛏䆝䯃㦳㽹䒮䬲䅁㟳䘤㱲㟳䤸㟳䪰䒮䶁䅁㖊䒮䆺䶉㟳䪰㬹㦳䪰䯃㟳䦼䆺㦳䦼㦚㟳㛏䯃䪰㦳䦼䬲䪰㟳䶁䶉㟳㱲㦳䯃䤸㟳㛏㦳䪰㟳䎣㟳䅁㱲䬲䆺䯃㽹㽹㟳㛏䯃㦳䒮㟳䦼䎣䜖

䒮䯃䶉䆺䪰㟳㬹䦼䯃㦳䒮䶉㟳䆺㦳䤸㢢㦳䒮㹇䒮’㛏䯃䪰㛏䦼䶉㟳䘤㦳䬲䦼䤸㦳㽹䦼䜖㹇䒮㦳䶉䒮䒮䣣

㽈䪰㛏䶉䯃䤸㹇䬲䪰㢢㖊䤸䯃䬲䪰㹇䬲㖊䦼㛏䬲䪰䦼䎣㛏㟳㟳䘤㟳䪰䆺䶉㟳䪰㬹㦳䪰䯃㟳䦼䤸㦳䯃㛏䶁 “䑺㟳’䤸䬲䪰䶉䯃䤸䆺㦳䎣䜖”

㾱䶉㟳㡍䥕䔞䬲㢢䠁㣩㷺䬲㱲㗭㦳䪰䅁䦼䯃䪰㦚㟳㛏䯃䪰㹇䬲䪰㢢㖊䤸䯃䬲䪰䜖

䶉㟳㦳䪰䒮㾱䯃䶁䒮㽹㱲䆺䬲䬲䬲㱲䒮㗭㟳䅁㟳㦳䦼䪰㟳䬲䆝䯃㽹㦳䦼㟳䒮㢢䶉㟳䒮䦼䒮㱲䎣㖊䤸䒮䦼䦼䯃䦼䆺㖊㛏䬲䬲䒮䒮䶉㦳㛏䪰’ 䪰㛏㦳㦳㦚䦼㹇䙮䆺䤸㦳㦳䶁䒮䒮䶉䶉䆺䒮㦳䘤㛏㖊䶉䤸㟳䅁㖊䯃㦳㬹㢢䬲䬲䒮㟳䶉䒮䣣㢢䦼㟳䶁㦳䪰䘤㦳䶁䎣䆺䬲㹇㛏㱲㗭䯃㹇㽈䪰㹇䶉䐹䦼㦚䒮䯃䬲䒮㟳䯃㗭䪰㟳㽹䒮㱲䜖㱲䯃䬲㦳䘤䯃䒮䪰㦳㛏䪰䬲㹇䦼㖊㦳㦳䒮㟳㟳䉑䪰㟳㟳䜖㱲䶉㦳䜖䒮䯃䤸㟳㛏䪰㦳䤸䆺䒮䶉㟳㦚䪰䆺㟳䶁䤸䦼䒮㟳㦳䪰䯃䯃䶉䤸䒮㟳㦚㦳㢢䦼㦳䶉䶉㽹䯃㦳㱲䯃㱲䉑䯃㗭䪰䅁㟳䯃䶉䤸䒮䶉㟳㦳䒮䆝㦳䯃㽹㛏䎣㦳㦳䤸䙮㟳㹇㖊㟳㛏㖊䬲䆺䦼䬲䒮䅁䉑㛏䯃㟳㟳㟳䦼䦼㬹㦳䪰䯃㟳䤸䶉㖊㛏䬲䦼

㾱䶉㟳㱲㟳䆺㦳䤸㦳䦼䤸䬲䪰䬲䯃䪰㢢䬲㱲㽹㦳䒮䯃䬲䪰㦳䅁䬲㖊䒮䆝䯃㦳㽹䦼㟳㦳䉑䯃䪰㗭㬹㖊䅁㦳䯃䬲䪰㦳䪰䬲䒮䶉㟳㱲㦳䯃㱲㹇㱲㦳㢢䒮䜖

䐹䶉䯃䒮䦼䬲㹇㦚䦼㟳㦳䪰㟳㛏䅁㦳㹇㦚䯃䪰䶉䯃䤸㹇䶉㦳䯃㱲䶁䤸䒮㦳㱲䯃䪰㗭㦳䒮㬹㦳䪰䯃㟳䦼䯃䪰䤸䯃䦼㟳䪰㹇㟳䜖䥕䉑㟳㱲䎣䦼䬲㗭䯃㹇㦳䦼䘤䬲䤸䤸䯃䅁䯃䦼䯃䒮䎣㱲㦳䪰䒮䶉㱲䬲㖊㗭䶉䶉䯃䤸㽹䯃䪰㛏䜖

㽹䅁䜖䦼䤸㟳䘤䣣䤸䯃䬲䉑㣩䯃䒮㟳㦳㱲㟳䯃㹇䎣䶉䬲䪰㱲䘤䤸䖸䒮㟳䐚

㭑㟳㹇㱲㟳䒮㽹䯃䦼䯃䒮㦳㱲䎣㦳䯃㱲㹇㱲㦳㢢䒮䖸㬹䬲㖊䅁䒮㢢㖊䦼䜖

㾱㟳䦼㟳䘤䬲㱲䒮㦳䒮䯃䬲䪰䖸㪣䯃㛏䯃㹇㖊䦼䬲㖊䤸䜖

㟳㟳䥜䯃䜖䤸䒮㛏㦳䉑䬲䲘䪰㛏㦳㟳㾱䶉䜖㟳䥜㟳䯃㛏䒮䤸㹇㛏䯃㖊䆝㗭㦳䶁䪰䯃㦳䤸㟳㟳䥜䒮䯃㛏㛏㱲㟳䤸䬲䪰䎣㛏䉑㱲䦼䯃㟳㟳䤸㦳䦼䬲䬲㾱䤸㟳㗭䯃䦼䪰㹇㟳䶉䬲䪰㾱䶉㟳

㷺㦳䎣䅁㟳 “㱲䯃㛏䯃㹇㖊䦼䬲㖊䤸” 㛏䯃㛏䪰’䒮㽹㟳㦳䪰㦳䪰䎣䒮䶉䯃䪰㗭㦳䪰䎣㽹䬲㱲㟳䜖

䐹䶉䯃䒮䦼䬲㹇㦚㢢㟳䦼䒮䒮䶉㟳㱲㟳䆺㦳䤸㦳㽹䯃䤸䤸䯃䪰㗭䘤䯃㟳㹇㟳䤸䬲㽹㟳䆺䶉㟳㱲㟳䜖㭑䬲㽹㟳䒮䶉䯃䪰㗭䯃㽹䘤䬲㱲䒮㦳䪰䒮䒮䶉㦳䒮䆺䬲㖊䦼㛏㟳䥜䘤䦼㦳䯃䪰䒮䶉㟳䤸䯃䒮㖊㦳䒮䯃䬲䪰䜖䙮㖊䒮䤸䯃䪰㹇㟳㬹㦳䪰䯃㟳䦼㛏䯃㛏䪰’䒮䦼䬲䬲㦚䦼䯃㦚㟳䶉㟳䘤䦼㦳䪰䪰㟳㛏䬲䪰䤸㦳䎣䯃䪰㗭㦳䪰䎣䒮䶉䯃䪰㗭䶁䐹䶉䯃䒮䦼䬲㹇㦚㛏㟳㹇䯃㛏㟳㛏䒮䬲䤸䒮䬲䘤㦳䤸㦚䯃䪰㗭㦳䪰㛏䤸䯃㽹䘤䦼䎣䆺㦳䯃䒮㢢䬲㱲䒮䶉㟳㽹㦳䯃䪰㹇䶉㦳㱲㦳㹇䒮㟳㱲䬲㢢䒮䶉㟳㛏㦳䎣䒮䬲㦳㱲㱲䯃䉑㟳䜖

䒮㟳䶉㽹䬲㽹䪰㟳䒮䪰䶉㾱㟳䶁䜖㛏䉑㦳㱲䯃㱲㟳䥜䒮䪰㟳

㬹㦳䪰䯃㟳䦼’䤸㟳䎣㟳䤸䆺䯃㛏㟳䪰㟳㛏䤸䬲䤸㖊㛏㛏㟳䪰䦼䎣㦳䪰㛏䤸䬲䉑䯃䬲䦼㟳䪰䒮䦼䎣䒮䶉㦳䒮䯃䒮㦳䒮䒮㱲㦳㹇䒮㟳㛏䐹䶉䯃䒮䦼䬲㹇㦚’䤸㦳䒮䒮㟳䪰䒮䯃䬲䪰䜖

䑺㟳䒮㖊㱲䪰㟳㛏䒮䬲䆺㦳㱲㛏䒮䶉㟳䆺䯃䪰㛏䬲䆺䆺䯃䒮䶉䘤㖊㱲㟳㹇㖊㱲䯃䬲䤸䯃䒮䎣㦳䪰㛏㹇䬲䪰㢢㖊䤸䯃䬲䪰䶁㦳䪰㛏䒮䶉㟳䪰䶉䯃䤸䬲䆺䪰㟳䎣㟳䤸䆺䯃㛏㟳䪰㟳㛏䐚㖊䤸䒮㦳䤸㽹㖊㹇䶉㦳䤸㬹㦳䪰䯃㟳䦼’䤸䜖

䪰㦳䪰䒮䤸㛏䯃㗭䶉䒮㟳䎣㦳䦼䦼㽹㹇䤸䎣㦚䦼䪰㣊䯃㦳䒮㗭䬲䬲㦚㱲䅿㟳䆺㱲㟳㢢䯃䶉䒮㟳㗭䯃䶉䶉䯃䪰䶉䤸䯃㱲㗭䯃䒮䶉䯃䤸㛏䬲䦼䤸䒮㛏㟳䬲㖊䯃㽹䯃䆝㦳㗭㖊䪰㱲㛏䬲㛏䪰䬲䆺䯃䶁䆺䲘㟳䆺䎣㹇䤸㱲㦚䘤㦳䤸㟳㱲䤸䯃䪰㛏㦳㦳䅁䬲䉑㟳䯃㱲㦳䤸㦳

䑺䯃䤸䶉㦳䪰㛏䤸㱲㟳䤸䒮㟳㛏㹇㦳䤸㖊㦳䦼䦼䎣㦳䒮䶉䯃䤸䤸䯃㛏㟳䤸䶁䶉䯃䤸㹇䦼䬲䒮䶉㟳䤸㢢䦼㖊䒮䒮㟳㱲䯃䪰㗭䤸䦼䯃㗭䶉䒮䦼䎣䯃䪰䒮䶉㟳㱲㖊䤸䶉䯃䪰㗭䆺䯃䪰㛏䶁㦳䪰㛏䶉䯃䤸㟳䥜䘤㱲㟳䤸䤸䯃䬲䪰䆺㦳䤸㱲㟳䦼㦳䥜㟳㛏䶁㦳䤸䯃㢢㦳䘤䘤㟳㦳㱲䯃䪰㗭䬲㖊䒮䤸䯃㛏㟳䒮䶉㟳䆺䯃䪰㛏䬲䆺䬲㢢䬲䪰㟳䬲㢢䒮䶉㟳䆺䬲㱲䦼㛏’䤸㽹䬲䤸䒮䘤䬲䆺㟳㱲㢢㖊䦼㢢䯃䪰㦳䪰㹇䯃㦳䦼䅁㖊䯃䦼㛏䯃䪰㗭䤸䆺㦳䤸㦳䪰䬲㱲㽹㦳䦼䒮䶉䯃䪰㗭䜖

䐹䶉䯃䒮䦼䬲㹇㦚’䤸㽹䯃䪰㛏䆺㟳䪰䒮䅁䦼㦳䪰㦚㦳䪰㛏䶉䯃䤸䶉㟳㦳㱲䒮䅁㟳㦳䒮䤸䒮㖊䒮䒮㟳㱲㟳㛏㢢䬲㱲㦳㽹䬲㽹㟳䪰䒮㦳䪰㛏䶉㟳㹇䬲㖊䦼㛏䪰’䒮䅁㱲㟳㦳䒮䶉㟳㢢䬲㱲㦳㽹䬲㽹㟳䪰䒮䜖䑺㟳䆺㦳䤸䦼㖊㹇㦚䎣䒮䶉㦳䒮䶉㟳㛏䯃㛏䪰’䒮㗭䬲䯃䪰䒮䬲㦳㹇㦳㱲㛏䯃㦳㹇㦳㱲㱲㟳䤸䒮㦳䒮䒮䶉㦳䒮㽹䬲㽹㟳䪰䒮䜖

㢢䯃䦼㛏㟳䒮䒮䬲䘤䦼䦼㦳䶁䯃䒮䶉㗭䶉㖊䬲䒮㱲䪰䶉㛏䶁㦳䪰䬲㟳㟳䒮䶉㾱䬲䤸䦼㗭䜖㦳䤸㦳䪰䯃䯃䉑㗭㗭㽹䆝㦳䯃䦼䦼㦳㽹䤸㟳䆺㦳䉑

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Chapter 305: Whitlock’s Greed And Fear
Whitlock’s breath caught somewhere between his lungs and his throat. He stood frozen, his eyes locked on the impossible scene outside the skyscraper window.

For a moment, he could not think. He could not blink. He could not convince himself that what he saw was the result of stress or fatigue.

But that wave had shattered any delusion he wanted to feed himself about what he was seeing, being as a result of stress.

Whitlock’s mind raced at a speed he hadn’t experienced in years. His position at the very top of the global financial world had exposed him to everything imaginable: secret military budgets, prototype weapons, classified technology, off-the-record scientific discoveries, and countless irregularities hidden from the public eye. He had seen enough to make most people faint at the truth behind the world’s systems.

But this… this was something else.

What kind of technology could do this? What device could allow perfect suspension in the air without any visible mechanism? What allowed such stability at this altitude? What energy source supported it? How did he resist the wind pressure?

His mind began cycling through every known possibility, from experimental jetpacks to electromagnetic support units to classified propulsion systems that the world pretended didn’t exist.

Yet, none of them matched what stood before him..And while he was still scrambling for answers, Liam vanished from the air.

He just disappeared.

Whitlock’s entire body tensed, and if Daniel had not been standing beside him, he might have fallen back into his chair. His heart thumped painfully in his chest as he stared at the empty space where Liam had been only a split second earlier.

Then, a soft sound drew his attention.

He turned back toward the office interior and nearly jumped out of his skin, when he saw Liam standing there, inside the office, looking calm, relaxed.

His expression was as if he had simply walked in through the door.

Whitlock felt his knees weaken for half a second. His veins ran cold and his breath stuttered. A part of him that once believed he had seen everything the world could offer died on the spot.

When he said the phrase “even gods need bankers” a week ago, he had meant it as nothing more than a proud joke—an exaggeration that reflected JP Morgan’s strength. Not once did he imagine that one day he might sit face to face with someone who could make that sentence feel literal.

He had thought Liam was a prodigy born into an unknown but powerful family. Someone with access to rare technology. Someone brilliant, bold, and ambitious.

But after witnessing this… after seeing him defy reality like it was nothing… Whitlock had no idea where Liam belonged on the scale of humanity.

His throat felt dry, and he swallowed in an attempt to steady himself.

Daniel was no better, though his calm expression might have fooled anyone who had just arrived.

Inside, Daniel was just as shaken, just as stunned, but he had a much better grip on his emotions. He simply bowed his head slightly.

“Good afternoon, sir,” Daniel greeted him.

Liam smiled lightly. “It’s been a while, Daniel. You’re looking good.”

Daniel chuckled quietly, unable to find the right words without risking saying something foolish.

I won’t suffer alone, he muttered, as he turned toward Whitlock, who still looked both confused and horrified, and spoke with a steady voice.

“Liam, this is Mr. Whitlock, the CEO of JP Morgan.”

It took Whitlock a full second to realize he needed to react. He forced his expression to settle, pulled himself together as much as he could and stepped forward to offer his hand.

Liam extended his hand calmly.

Whitlock shook it, but the shock in his chest hadn’t fully faded. His hand felt cold. His heartbeat was still unsteady. He couldn’t believe he had allowed such loss of composure. But he also knew that no one on Earth could blame him. Not the president, the prime ministers, even the other banking giants or the top military chiefs.

Because no one could have kept a straight face after seeing what he had seen.

Whitlock glanced sideways at Daniel for a brief second, his eyes filled with questions and burning curiosity.

Unfortunately, Daniel’s calm posture did not help. The man stood with silent acceptance, as if this was normal.

Whitlock nearly cursed inside. This was not normal. Nothing about this was normal. He suspected Daniel was just as stunned as he was, but he hid it far better. Or maybe he wasn’t and has experienced something like this a couple of times, since he’s the Managing Director of Liam’s family office.

Liam released the handshake, and Whitlock forced himself to smile.

“A pleasure to meet you, Liam. I’ve been looking forward to this,” he said.

“And the pleasure is mine,” Liam replied. “I’ve always wanted to meet the man who stands at the center of the world’s finances.”

Whitlock laughed shallowly. “Now you’re exaggerating. I’m just an ordinary CEO.”

Liam smiled politely and didn’t argue. He didn’t need to. Whitlock knew very well that calling himself ordinary was nothing but a polite lie.

Whitlock gestured toward the seating area. The three of them walked over and took their seats. Whitlock poured a glass of water for himself, mostly to buy time and regain a fraction of his control.

He set the glass down carefully.

“So,” Whitlock began, “I’m very curious about the reason you requested this meeting.”

Liam leaned back in his seat. “Then I’ll be direct. I’m planning to expand into a few areas where scale becomes more of a burden than a benefit unless you have the right institution standing beside you.”

Whitlock raised one eyebrow, impressed and cautious at the same time.

“And I’m here,” Liam continued, “to see whether JP Morgan is interested in standing close enough to profit when the dust settles.”

Whitlock felt heat rise in his chest, due to a dangerous mixture of fear and greed. Liam’s words were vague, yet powerful.

If it was someone else that said this, Whitlock would had simply smiled out of courtesy and not think much into it.

But this is Liam and his words; they carried weight. They carried intention. They carried the promise of something big enough to reshape multiple industries, because he’s already doing it.

Whitlock’s mind was already running ahead, analyzing the implications. He forced himself to stay calm. He remembered the floating figure outside his window, how he had vanish, then the sudden appearance in his office. The calm handshake and the impossible confidence.

He couldn’t help but think; if Liam wanted a partnership… What did that mean? What was he planning? What scale of operation required the world’s most powerful bank?

And why did he, someone who clearly did not obey the rules of physics, need anyone at all?

This alone was enough to make Whitlock hold back. He wanted to jump at the opportunity. He wanted to accept everything on impulse. But that would be reckless.

He needed to understand the risks and he needed to understand Liam.

Liam had released Lucid into the world without the slightest concern for regulations. A neural device like that required years of certification, but Liam skipped the process entirely. JP Morgan had to clean up the mess quietly, pulling strings in multiple departments, smoothing out concerns, filing documents, and giving calm explanations to people who had grown uneasy.

It took enormous effort, but with the potential gains of Nova Technologies, they endured it.

But now the same young man—with technology that looked like it came from the future—was asking for a partnership?

Suspicious was an understatement.

If a company like Gōōgle or Mētā or Micrōsōft or Nvīdīa had approached him, this wouldn’t be a problem. He would run due diligence, read their proposals, verify their regulatory paths, and finalize an agreement within weeks.

Those companies were stable. They were regulated. They operated within systems built by humans.

But Liam doesn’t. Nothing about Liam was normal and nothing about him had ever been normal.

Whitlock kept a steady expression on his face, careful not to reveal the true chaos of his thoughts. He slowly leaned back in his chair.

He knew that even though he was being cautious, he would eventually have to bite. But biting off more than he could chew might turn into a disaster for them. Still, the benefits—the potential benefits—were impossible to ignore. He couldn’t even begin to imagine how much they stood to gain.

“It’s an interesting offer, but I need to understand what industries you’re talking about,” he said, as he decided to test the waters.

Liam smiled when he heard this. It was calm and faint smile, but clear enough for Whitlock to see the meaning behind it.

The fish had taken the bait.

Liam did not need to push, as Whitlock was already leaning forward internally, even if his posture stayed composed.

Liam took a slow breath, then spoke with a voice that carried a quiet authority.

“I’m planning to enter the energy sector, the data sector, the finance sector, the pharmaceutical sector, the biotech sector, the transport sector, and the global communication sector. All at once.”

Daniel’s composure cracked for the first time and his fingers twitched slightly. He had expected something big from his boss, but this is beyond massive.

Whitlock felt his pulse jump.

Liam continued as if discussing the weather.

“And I want JP Morgan standing beside me when those industries begin to break apart.”

The office fell silent and the air felt heavy. Even the city beyond the windows seemed quieter.

Whitlock stared at Liam, and for the first time in his career, he felt like he was witnessing the beginning of something the world was not prepared for.

And he understood one thing very clearly; that he had no choice but to listen. Or he will left in the dirt of the past, while the world around him advances.