My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible Chapter 569 Taking The President On A Quick World Tour

Liam and Lucy materialized within the Oval Office.

"Master, the cameras have been scrubbed of our presence. We won’t register, and they won’t detect any anomalies," Lucy reported moments after their arrival.

"I have complete faith in your abilities, Lucy," Liam affirmed.

"Thank you, Master. The President is currently in a meeting, but it is concluding, and she is en route back," she added.

"Excellent," Liam stated, making his way towards the Presidential chair.

Reaching the seat, he spun it, pondering the intense rivalry between factions seeking to place their chosen candidate upon it.

He reflected on the accomplishments of those who had occupied this very chair over the past fifty years and shook his head, a sense of disappointment settling in.

Deciding against further contemplation, he acknowledged that one reason for his lack of ambition regarding world domination was the sheer hassle involved.

Ascending to global leadership would necessitate addressing its myriad problems. While one might assume these challenges would be trivial for Liam to overcome, he held a contrary view.

Humankind, he mused, was perpetually unsatisfied. Even if he were to resolve all current global issues, more intricate problems would inevitably surface, demanding his attention.

This, however, did not preclude him from offering assistance; he would, but without coddling humanity.

His initial objective in establishing Nova Technologies was to launch a venture and introduce advanced technology to the world.

Yet, this purpose had evolved in recent months, leading to the concept of commercial space tourism.

His redefined mission for Nova Technologies was to lay a foundation for humanity, illustrate the realm of the possible, and perhaps serve as a guardian.

He resolved that Nova Technologies would not extend beyond these functions. Nevertheless, he would not abandon humanity in times of peril—specifically, when confronted by extraterrestrial threats.

Liam found himself developing a paternal affection for humanity, though the precise reason remained elusive.

"Could this be due to my Primordial Human lineage?" he wondered aloud.

Curiosity piqued, he accepted that the answer would likely unfold in the future.

The distinct sound of approaching footsteps from the hallway, footsteps that should have been undetectable, reached his ears, disrupting his thoughts.

He turned towards the door, focusing his senses as the footsteps drew nearer. With his spirit sense and telekinetic sense, he perceived their approach clearly.

The approaching figures were the President, escorted by two Secret Service agents.

They reached the doorway, and the lead agent opened it for her.

She entered, and the agent closed the door behind her, resuming his position outside with his colleague.

The President let out a weary sigh as she walked towards her seat.

"It seems every week involves a meeting concerning Nova Technologies. When will it cease? I now comprehend why James did not contest his impeachment," she remarked.

"What has become of Nova Technologies?" Liam inquired, a subtle, curious smile gracing his lips as he stood near the Presidential chair.

The President halted mid-stride, startled by the unfamiliar voice and the presence of someone who had not been there moments before.

Her gaze fell upon the unfamiliar yet strangely recognizable face, and realization dawned.

Liam Scott.

She had seen his likeness emblazoned across global news outlets. For someone in her position, ignorance of him would have been a significant oversight.

"Mr. Scott. What is your purpose here, and how did you gain entry?" she questioned.

"You are not summoning assistance. We are off to a promising start," Liam nodded. "As for my reasons for being here, let us discuss them elsewhere," he said, approaching her.

The President took a step back, intending to turn and call for security. However, she witnessed Liam, who had been several paces away, instantaneously bridge the distance between them.

"Do not diminish your standing in my eyes," Liam cautioned.

With a fluid motion, he made a slicing gesture before him, and the fabric of space ruptured, revealing a void of shimmering purple.

"After you," Liam gestured towards the President, whose face was now etched with a look of utter shock.

Her eyes darted between Liam and the tear in reality, which resembled an abyss leading to the heart of damnation.

Liam inclined his head, urging her to proceed through the portal.

The President glanced at him, a question forming on her lips, but Liam gently shook his head. With a palpable gulp, she stepped forward hesitantly.

As she reached the tear, she passed through it, bracing for an unpleasant sensation that never came.

Liam followed immediately. Lucy trailed right behind him.

***

Emerging from the tear, the President found herself positioned hundreds of feet above the White House.

Her complexion grew even more ashen, and a chill of dread enveloped her body. She turned to face Liam, observing him suspended effortlessly in the air, completely unfazed, with the woman standing by his side.

"You need not concern yourself with the possibility of falling. You simply won't," Liam assured her.

"How can you be so certain I won't fall? And how is this even possible?" she faltered, questioning.

"Because it is I who am supporting you," Liam responded calmly.

"However, I did not seek you out merely to witness your capabilities. My visit concerns a different matter. For starters, let us embark on a brief excursion around the globe," he declared.

Before the President could even process his words, the sky directly in front of her seemed to contract into a single vanishing point. In the blink of an eye, she found herself positioned above a fiercely active volcano.

"This particular location is Kīlauea," Liam informed her.

Intense heat rose in visible waves from the molten lava, causing the air above the caldera to shimmer and distort, making the landscape below undulate as if viewed through disturbed water. The incandescent lava flow pulsed with a deep orange hue at its periphery, intensifying to a brilliant white at its core, a radiance potent enough to rival the daylight above.

The President felt the oppressive warmth wash over her face even before she could fully comprehend her surroundings - a dry, relentless heat pressing insistently against her skin. Her gaze involuntarily dropped downward, a sight she instantly regretted witnessing.

The sky narrowed once more, and she was suddenly transported to the summit of a towering, snow-capped mountain peak.

A ferocious gust of frigid wind slammed into her, forcing her to clench her teeth, the sensation akin to being plunged into the frigid depths of Antarctic waters.

"Mount Everest," Liam identified the location.

All that reached her ears was the incessant, piercing shriek of the wind battering against her.

The sky narrowed a final time, and she materialized before an enormous glass viewport. Through it, she gazed upon the profound blackness of outer space, observing the familiar, man-made structures floating serenely above a specific lunar installation.

"Please, take a seat. It is time we commenced our discussion," Liam invited, gesturing for her to be seated.