My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible Chapter 512 An Excruciating Wait

The technical specifications document arrived at every other remaining jurisdiction in the identical timeframe as it had at JFK, triggering reactions that mirrored the same pattern.

Each jurisdiction pinpointed the identical three key findings, in nearly the same sequence.

The propulsion system stood out first. Zero combustion, no thermal signature, sound levels under sixty decibels at five hundred meters for a craft weighing two hundred and ten thousand kilograms empty.

Every technical crew that crunched the data against their aerospace archives—and most did—reached the unanimous verdict. No match existed. Not in open sources. Not even in secret projects. The outlined system wasn’t an upgrade of known tech. It belonged to an entirely new class.

The descent trajectory came second. Straight vertical drop from overhead, bypassing runways, with fixed paths given six hours ahead. Peculiar yet feasible. All air traffic control units evaluating it concurred operationally—the path could slot into current airspace controls without any system overhauls. The craft was designed to mesh seamlessly with facilities it wasn’t required to accommodate.

The stealth provision ranked third. And it was the stealth provision that halted every jurisdiction, no matter their speed on prior sections.

Stealth systems will be disabled from entry into the airport's airspace until departure from it.

The wording appeared collaborative. Yet in essence, it revealed—the systems were present, likely engaged until this moment, and their shutdown during the window was a deliberate choice, not a forced constraint.

Any jurisdiction with satellite feeds checked the revelation against their surveillance logs and discovered the same result. Zilch. Now, that void made perfect sense in a fresh light.

The certification issue resolved uniformly everywhere. No fitting protocol existed. A craft with these traits lacked a category since standards were built for planes within familiar physics, and this one defied them.

The fallback procedure in all regulatory frameworks was a Special Authorization— for one flight, set date, designated craft, precise route. Not full certification. No precedents set. It justified the event without forcing anyone to fake a non-existent structure.

Every airport granted one.

Timelines differed. Singapore wrapped review and approved in eighteen hours. Dubai followed as second, Switzerland within thirty-six. The UK, France, Germany, and other European hubs cleared their channels in two to three days, each generating paperwork scaled to their bureaucracy. Germany's came with the group's most detailed tech breakdown, eleven parts, all echoing the same judgment in varied phrasing.

Bigger agencies dragged longer. India's sifted through layers of ministries before settling, due to coordination hassles not real disputes. Brazil assembled a full tech panel for exhaustive checks, outcome predictable. Nigeria endured the most approval loops of any. All approved. Only timing varied.

The stealth clause sparked shares in every jurisdiction with hefty defense or intel setups.

The UK passed intel via Five Eyes links. France sent its tech report to the Ministry of Armed Forces and Élysée. China matched it instantly to their ongoing satellite scan, validating the archive's emptiness. India relayed to Defence Ministry. South Korea, Australia, South Africa funneled it to their defense arms routinely. Sharing was total. Public reactions? Uniformly zero.

Kazakhstan stood as the sole subdued exception, not in regulation—which was routine—but in the internal buzz the specs ignited.

Astana's spot on the airport roster had stirred talk since the first notice. The specs proved the event was legit and advancing, reigniting debates on Central Asia's volunteer makeup and applicant origins. No public verdict emerged. Approval issued, coordination squad awaited.

What bound every jurisdiction's encounter with the document—despite scale, pace, or geopolitics—was the dawning realization building since Nova Night's debut, now sharpened to a stark reality.

The craft in the specs was Earth's most advanced known flyer in its skies. It had roamed undetected, under Nova Technologies' whims.

It synced with all interacting airport gear because designers intended it so.

The Special Authorizations from twenty-four jurisdictions weren't approvals. They were nods—affirming the event's march, airports' involvement, and joining as the sole way to stay inside rather than gawk from afar.

Every issuing authority grasped this, though none voiced it openly.

Coordination teams due seven days pre-November fourteenth, airports geared up.

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Returning to now.

The cutoff loomed under a day off.

On Earth, anticipation gained a distinct edge. Portals lingered open, but inflows eased from initial frenzy to a calm flow.

Folks slower to compile papers, those needing form aid, deciders after two weeks of waffling who chose yes—all sent theirs in.

Staff hopefuls hung in unique suspense. The notice promised rolling picks, hinting replies anytime. Yet zero arrived.

Over one million apps filed, coordination line yielded just Dubai's auto-reply on shuttle details.

Emails got obsessive checks. First wake-up task, last pre-sleep ritual.

Disease forums ran threads on any word. Uniform reply: nope.

The vigil stayed hushed, intent. Weeks of Nova Technologies' announcements and gaps taught the world: they set the clock. Silence signaled progress. Agonizing progress.