My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible Chapter 531 Departure Date

To the general public, days dragged on endlessly. For the chosen staff, they inched along even more sluggishly. Yet for the governments overseeing the nations with selected airports, time raced ahead at a breakneck speed, accelerating relentlessly.

The coordination notice spelled out the volunteer launch date precisely. Staff takeoff needed no speculation—it was set exactly five days post-application cutoff, as stated in the recruitment bulletin. The calculation was simple. The shuttle approached rapidly, arriving any moment now.

One detail the coordination notice omitted was the number of shuttles Nova Technologies planned to dispatch.

Technical specs outlined a craft holding twenty passengers standardly, with eight for trial runs. Thirty-six global staff and up to twenty-four potential airports.

One shuttle hopping stops in sequence stood as a viable option. Several shuttles on simultaneous paths offered another. Efficiency pointed to a single one. However, Nova Technologies never shied from bold displays, and every intelligence unit scrutinizing the firm's patterns over recent weeks arrived at the identical verdict separately—if they chose multiples, they'd deploy them, dictating terms solely their own.

Most governments silently banked on a lone shuttle. Some braced for extras.

No one prepared for zero, explaining the unannounced, unexplained placement of intel and military resources at those airports.

This wasn't aimed at Nova Technologies. Each deploying government internally positioned it so, and the stance rang mostly authentic.

The shuttle's touchdown posed no direct danger. It marked a historic first: a craft touching down at a public airfield, ferrying personnel to a moon base, within a planned yet unmanaged timeframe. Chaos could erupt in those gaps—not from Nova Technologies, but nearby. Throngs. Press. Individuals insisting on witnessing the landing, invited or not.

Security setups guarded those edges.

This official line held truth, at least partially.

Yet it overlooked the intel goldmine of onsite observation during Nova Technologies' initial vertical descent onto a civilian runway. Specs provided detailed expectations in writing. But live viewing—with detectors active, teams stationed, trackers aligned, analysts vigilant—delivered a whole new level of data.

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Time dragged, then surged forward as launch day dawned.

In cities with chosen airports, folks rose ahead of alarms. Not for obligations, but because a monumental event unfolded, and staying alert seemed the barest duty.

Rooftops crowded silently. Folks peered from windows, phones capturing footage. Some had camped on nearby fields overnight, refusing to sleep and miss the moment.

Exact shuttle arrival times remained unknown. Nova Technologies announced staff lifts five days after applications closed, and alert observers had marked calendars long before.

Unrevealed was the precise spots—the airports stayed confidential. Notices reached authorities under secrecy. Nova Technologies only confirmed continental pickup sites. Volunteer flight info, including airport rosters, stayed unreleased too.

Yet crowds intuitively knew vantage points without it. A date, city, and airfield sufficed. All leaked weeks prior.

Governments can't mask odd military and spy deployments discreetly. They attempt it. But with five billion on networks flashing images worldwide instantly, attempts fell short of victory.

As pics spread across LucidNet last night depicting odd vehicle buildups by airport edges and extra radar gear at spots, public consensus hit fast and firm. Such overt setups signaled no ordinary drill.

Anyone closely following how organizations reacted to Nova Technologies incidents could clearly see the signs, and by now, nearly the entire world had been watching intently for months.

A user posted the night before: "Military assets confirmed at multiple designated airports. They're not trying to hide it. Which means either they want us to know, or they've accepted that hiding it isn't possible. Either way — tomorrow is real and it's happening and I need to go outside."

Before midnight struck, the post had garnered hundreds of thousands of likes.

By the break of dawn, crowds had assembled near the designated airports across every host city—gatherings neither officially sanctioned nor dispersed by officials.

The same equation dictated every governmental move concerning Nova Technologies over the past months: the expense of overt interference outweighed that of overseeing the crowds. Individuals stationed beyond the airport fences, phones aimed at the heavens, presented no danger. They served as observers.

In Queens, the sun had newly risen past the horizon line, its beams slashing low and level through the district, gleaming on the glassy terminal fronts while stretching vast shadows over the runways. Throngs had congregated along the bordering public streets by the airport, devices held high—some equipped with professional cameras, others armed only with the steadfast resolve of those who deemed this spectacle worth enduring the biting chill.

Behind the secure boundary, military and intelligence operations proceeded in hushed efficiency. All radar arrays were fully operational. Every monitoring outpost was aligned to the inbound path detailed in the prior evening's vector announcement—precisely six hours distant, true to the technical commitments outlined.

Air traffic control had fully incorporated the approach path. The coordination squad had been stationed there for days. The lounge stood prepared. The embarkation area remained unobstructed.

A military sentinel scanning the specified approach route detected it first on radar, materializing precisely at the vector's predicted position and the exact altitude specified for final descent.

For two heartbeats, he monitored it, verifying its legitimacy against any glitch, before issuing the alert.

The shuttle had breached JFK's airspace.