My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible Chapter 517 A Solution

At half past midnight, Liam dialed Daniel, praying he remained awake.

After just two rings, the call connected. Relief flooded him upon hearing Daniel's voice on the line.

"Liam, it's late. Is something wrong?" Daniel inquired.

"Hey Daniel," Liam responded. "Something serious. But not dangerous."

A trace of concern laced Daniel's tone. He was well aware of his boss's immense power, unable to fathom what issue Liam or Lucy couldn't tackle solo. The previous urgent call from Liam had led to a private jet. This matter clearly wasn't trivial.

"What happened?" he pressed.

"It concerns Lucid users and their massive earnings," Liam explained. "Many, possibly all, lack any grasp of wealth management. Arrange a meeting with Whitlock first thing tomorrow morning. I have an offer for him."

Daniel exhaled in relief that danger wasn't involved. Yet grasping the real issue, he instantly saw why Liam deemed it grave.

The Transparency Report had gone public ten minutes earlier. He'd scanned the figures himself, like everyone else, noting the creator economy stats with the sharp eye of someone expert in real-world implications of huge sums.

Without financial safeguards—no advisors, legal setups, or tax plans—the chasm between top earners' income and their protections posed a major risk. Not only to them, but to the platform and the whole ecosystem. Left unchecked, chaos loomed inevitable.

"I'll contact Whitlock tonight directly," he assured. "I'll brief him and outline the meeting's purpose."

"Perfect. I'll head to his office at dawn tomorrow."

"No need to fret," Daniel replied. "Once he gets the background, Whitlock will grasp the urgency. And since it benefits his firm greatly, he'll arrive extra early."

Liam had already figured that out. Whitlock never required repetition when data clearly indicated a path. He'd seize the proposal mid-explanation from Daniel, desk-ready before his staff showed up.

"Thanks, Daniel." Liam hesitated. "We haven't chatted in ages. Drop by sometime soon for a catch-up. We could hit the Base or even swing by Mars."

Silence hung briefly. Then Daniel's authentic laugh erupted, born of true surprise. "I appreciate it. I'll visit soon—likely right after the Whitlock session."

"Looking forward to it."

The line went dead.

Liam placed his phone aside and reclined on the bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling. Darkness and silence enveloped the room.

He pondered the fallout if he'd overlooked the Transparency Report tonight.

Earnings would pile up endlessly. Creators would keep raking it in. The divide between their fortunes and knowledge of safeguarding them would grow stealthily until an irreparable shatter occurred. Undoubtedly disastrous for Nova Technologies—not right away, but snowballing into an uncontrollable crisis.

But he'd spotted it in time. That counted most now.

Curiosity struck, prompting a question to Lucy.

"Lucy, why didn't you flag the unpaid earnings issue sooner?"

"I planned to if the trend held steady this month," Lucy answered via his Lucid.

Liam nodded, getting it. Back then, she likely hadn't viewed it as critical. In month three, numbers were hefty but the growth curve hadn't hit her alert threshold. Month four breached it. What was once mere watchlist material demanded action, and Lucy had tracked it closely, awaiting the tipping point.

Her logic made sense to him. So did the fact that acceleration outpaced both their predictions.

"No issue," he assured her. "I'll handle it."

"I already simulated the financial system route," Lucy noted. "Current government ties render the offramp issue unfeasible."

"Spot on," Liam agreed. "Precisely why I'm avoiding building and embedding it into Lucid myself. Brilliant concept, but too risky now. Governments hawk-eye all money matters. I disregard them and act freely, yet users bear the fallout. No regime tolerates a private bank beyond their grasp. They'd block flows from Nova accounts to Earth banks."

He adjusted position on the bed, gazing upward while sorting his ideas. "Plus, sans traditional clearing houses at Nova Technologies, regulators would quarantine the system entirely—rendering it worthless. Funds trapped in Nova, unusable by users. Mere screen figures detached from reality. That's no shield; it's a fresh headache."

"Partnering with JP Morgan simplifies it," he continued. "They'll endure pushback and holdups, but unstoppable. Billions routing through them boosts the firm hugely. Board and investors will maneuver to secure the tie-up. Plus, JP Morgan becomes Nova Technologies' inaugural official ally—a prestige they'll fiercely guard." He paused, tone easing from analysis to resolve. "Also rewarding Whitlock's early faith, pre-any formal pact. When finance elites dismissed Nova's potential, his gut call earned this."

Quiet settled in the room post-statement.

"JP Morgan will feel thrilled yet irked," Lucy observed. "Eager for instant gains, but regulations delay them."

"Indeed," Liam conceded. "Yet swift in strong-influence nations like USA, Canada, Australia, etc. EU poses the real hurdle. Still, I sense something monumental brewing."

His delivery held that knowing edge—from exhaustive review to unvoiced certainty.

Lucy's chuckle rang soft but sincere. "Can't wait to witness it." Short silence. "Heading back to Earth at dawn."

"If early enough, join me for Whitlock's meeting."

"I'd love that."

Liam grinned at the ceiling. Lucy's presence during the pitch would electrify the room beyond Whitlock's prep. Not negative—just fact, especially unveiling her true identity to him.

"Off to sleep."

"Goodnight—" Lucy halted. "Wait, birthday plans? Two months out."

Liam eyed his bedroom ceiling briefly. He mulled it. Zilch surfaced. His brain, juggling seven extension designs and lunar trial geopolitics, blanked utterly on personal celebration.

"No clue," he admitted at last.

"I'll manage it," Lucy promised.

He weighed the implications momentarily. Lucy's orchestration meant either pinpointing unspoken desires or transcending imagination itself. Given her feats and evolution, likely the latter.

Liam smiled. "I trust you."

"Goodnight, master."

"Goodnight, Lucy."

His eyes shut.