My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible Chapter 518 A Partnership That Will Break The World

After wrapping up breakfast the next morning, Liam geared up to head out for his appointment with Whitlock.

Though it remained early, prior to standard business hours, Liam felt confident Whitlock was already stationed in his office.

The instant after, he disappeared from the dining space and rematerialized inside Whitlock's office.

Whitlock occupied a spot on one of the conference sofas. He startled upright as Liam materialized directly opposite, already comfortably positioned on the facing sofa.

This marked the third instance he'd witnessed such a feat, yet familiarity escaped him entirely.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to that," he murmured under his breath.

Liam grinned faintly. "It wouldn't be fun if you did."

Whitlock grinned in return and eased back into his chair. "Daniel mentioned you wanted to meet. He phoned me last night and filled me in on the details."

Liam gave a nod. "With the background you possess, I'll make it straightforward. I'm proposing JP Morgan as the official financial partner for Nova Technologies. In particular, I need you to construct a wealth management system tailored for Lucid creators."

Silence gripped Whitlock briefly. He'd scanned Daniel's message from the night before not once but twice, then devoted the hours since mentally calculating the figures. He'd reached his office by five-thirty. His assistant hadn't shown up yet. The coffee he'd brewed solo still steamed faintly on the desk.

"Define the scope," he stated.

"All creators profiting via the Lucid platform receive JP Morgan's premium private wealth management offerings. Full onboarding, expert guidance, legal formations, tax strategies spanning key regions, estate planning as needed. Complete framework. No watered-down version. The authentic deal."

Whitlock held his gaze steady. "The authentic deal demands a minimum asset level that few ever achieve."

Although Whitlock allies with Liam and Nova Technologies, as JP Morgan's CEO, the firm's interests supersede all. Thus, he ensures profitability for the company above else.

"I know your thresholds well," Liam replied. "I'm requesting a waiver for this initiative. Access for every creator in the ecosystem, irrespective of their income bracket."

Whitlock grasped his coffee mug. He took no sip. Deep in contemplation. "The lowest tier pulls in $48,000 monthly at minimum. That equates to $576,000 per year. Standard private wealth divisions shun such sums. Admin expenses outweigh account scale, rendering it financially unviable."

"True for typical client hunts, sure. But this defies norms. JP Morgan steps in as the sole financial backbone for the most explosive platform ever. No solo accounts targeted. The entire ecosystem captured."

Whitlock placed the coffee back down.

Liam pressed forward. "Nova Technologies currently retains over five billion in undistributed creator payouts. That sum swells next month, and beyond. Once withdrawal systems activate and creators shift funds, those billions seek a home. I'm designating yours as that home."

Hush filled the room momentarily.

"A sharper motive drives me to you specifically," Liam added. "You backed Nova Technologies when none in your circle grasped its potential. Pre-any ties, pre-benefits. Pure conviction fueled that choice, and such loyalty sticks with me. This alliance delivers massive commercial value to JP Morgan. Moreover, it's yours by right—you've earned it."

Whitlock studied him intently for an extended beat. "You speak of billions surging through our halls."

"Billions that multiply. The platform's just four months along."

"Regulatory snags loom. Certain regions resist offshore setups for locals. EU complexities abound. Market currency restrictions spawn holdups."

"I'm aware," Liam acknowledged. "No demand for instant resolutions. Rather, position JP Morgan as the powerhouse to conquer them—your connections and systems outpace rivals. And upon completion, you claim prime official partner status with Nova Technologies. A spot worth defending, as your board ensures."

The door swung open, drawing both men's attention upward.

Lucy entered, secured the door, and strode across to settle next to Liam. No excuse offered for tardiness. She took her seat and fixed her eyes on Whitlock.

Whitlock regarded her. Then shifted to Liam.

"Meet Lucy," Liam introduced. "My personal aide and head engineer. She engineered the Lucid platform, all games, backend systems, plus unmentioned feats. Every technical marvel from Nova Technologies carries her signature."

Whitlock reassessed Lucy with sharpened focus, like one readjusting a pivotal equation. "You crafted it all."

"Yes," Lucy affirmed.

He digested the revelation. Then pivoted to Liam. "The case for shielding creators holds weight. Top earners botch finances through naivety, and fallout stains the source. The rationale clicks."

"Logic alone doesn't capture it," Liam countered. "Consider a 16-year-old Spaniard who's raked $165 million in four months via gaming. Parents lack any context; he does too. He merits safeguarding that fortune to transform his future, not sabotage it. That's why I contacted Daniel last night."

Whitlock fell silent anew. "Total creators in play?"

"Twenty thousand active devices. Each user a budding creator. Top five thousand demand urgent handling now. Others require setup before hitting those heights."

"Twenty thousand accounts to launch."

"Expanding rapidly," Liam emphasized once more.

Whitlock's eyes drifted to the tabletop between them. When he raised them, determination etched his features. "I must present to the board. Standard protocol. Approval inevitable—the math screams yes, strategy demands haste. Formal reply in seventy-two hours max."

"Perfect."

Whitlock retrieved his coffee. Cold now, but he sipped regardless.

"My team starts outlining the framework today," he declared. "Ahead of board review. So approval launches us immediately."

"Nova Technologies drops the partnership reveal today," Lucy interjected. "No JP Morgan mention. It details creator wealth infrastructure underway and verifies a major financial entity secured for delivery."

Whitlock glanced her way, then Liam's.

"Your board confers in private," Liam explained. "The reveal arms creators with essentials sans exposing JP Morgan pre-internal nod."

Whitlock nodded deliberately. Smoother than foreseen. The news builds drive without public arm-twist. Board votes freely. Outer nudge exists, but veiled.

"I'll rally them this morning," he committed. "Prior to your release."

"Excellent," Liam replied.

Lucy peered out the window. City lights blazed full, rush-hour crawl mounting below.

Whitlock eyed her once more. The unspoken query danced on his expression, unuttered.

Liam noted it. "She's an AGI," he stated plainly. "The original. Built from the ground up."

Whitlock locked eyes with Lucy at length. She met his stare evenly.

"Does she—" he ventured.

"Yes," Lucy cut in. "I grasp your intended query. And yes, I possess consciousness."

Whitlock internalized it. Turned to Liam. "You engineered her."

"Yes."

Silence stretched further than prior pauses.

"The board," Whitlock affirmed at last, anchoring to familiar terrain, "greenlights this in seventy-two hours. My guarantee."

"Solid," Liam said.

He rose, Lucy mirroring beside him.

Whitlock stood too, proffering his hand. Liam clasped it firmly. A short hesitation, then to Lucy. Her grip held steady.

"Pleasure to meet you officially," Whitlock remarked.

"Likewise," Lucy responded.

Liam shot Lucy a look. She offered a subtle nod.

They exited as Liam entered—vanishing from sight.

Whitlock lingered solo in the office briefly. Then resettled, eyed the chilled coffee, and dialed his chief of staff.

"Clear my morning," he instructed. "Every slot."

The encounter yet again unveiled Nova Technologies' staggering might. An AGI.