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Liam brought the President to his office in space and presented her with a list of corrupt officials. He demanded that they be brought to justice with maximum sentences within three days, threatening to reveal damning evidence of every government official's past crimes, including hers, if she failed.
'I possess a comprehensive dossier detailing the transgressions of every individual currently holding governmental authority, as well as those who have served in such capacities within the last century. THIS INCLUDES YOU.' Liam's declaration echoed in her mind, the final assertion having a particularly profound impact. She stared at him, momentarily lost for words.
She yearned to dismiss his claim of possessing a folder cataloging a century's worth of governmental corruption as a mere bluff. However, given all that she had witnessed thus far, she understood it was no empty threat.
"I recognize your immense power and capabilities, but would you truly act upon your words? Toss them into the volcano?" she inquired. While she didn't doubt the veracity of his documents, the threat involving the volcano seemed less certain.
"And why not?" Liam questioned with a flat tone. "When they issued orders, permitted atrocities, and plundered funds, did they hesitate? Did you?"
The President fell silent, unable to formulate a suitable response.
She desired to justify her actions, yet she sensed Liam's resolve was unshakeable; he appeared to have already made his decision.
Her mind raced, grasping for any possible avenue, and an idea suddenly surfaced, which she decided to employ.
"I understand your sentiments, but you must also consider that the individuals documented have families and children. Removing them would lead to fractured households, a situation we should endeavor to prevent," she stated.
"You politicians. You never know when to quit," Liam sighed softly, a flicker of disappointment crossing his features upon hearing her argument.
"Perhaps my initial error was allowing you too much comfort, fostering the illusion that you had the right to negotiate with me on this matter," he remarked in a low voice, though the President heard him with utmost clarity.
As he spoke, he subtly released a fraction of his formidable aura, amplified by an equal measure of his cultivation level, directing it toward the President.
Instantly, she felt as though she had been plunged into the crushing depths of the ocean. An immense pressure descended upon her, nearly forcing her to her knees and constricting her chest, making each breath a struggle.
Her head involuntarily bowed, and despite her most fervent efforts, she could not lift it, as if an immense weight pressed down upon her skull.Unable to raise her head or even summon the strength to plead, she strained to lift her eyes. When their gazes met Liam's, she was overcome with a mixture of awe and sheer terror at what she beheld.
'What exactly are you?' she implored inwardly.
Instinctively, her eyes darted downward, as if an inner voice screamed at her to look away.
The oppressive force intensified, causing her to clutch at her throat, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Liam did not immediately withdraw his aura, allowing her to endure its full intensity for several more seconds as he assessed her condition.
The suffocating pressure mounted, tears welling in her eyes from the pain. Her lungs felt as though they were simultaneously desiccating and tearing apart. Her heart pounded erratically, its rhythm faltering, her eyes rimming red as the blood vessels threatened to rupture.
Observing that she was teetering on the brink of death and would likely perish if he maintained the aura, he chose to retract it.
She collapsed onto the floor, racked by violent coughs and gasping for air with hoarse, desperate sounds.
"Lucy, administer aid to help her recover," Liam instructed.
Lucy nodded and relayed the order to a Nova, who in turn forwarded it to one of the Synths operating in the laboratory section.
Promptly, a recovery vial was synthesized and delivered to the Base's main office within approximately a minute.
The Synth entered the office, approached the President—still convulsing and coughing heavily on the floor, appearing perilously close to death—and administered the injection into her shoulder, then pressed the vial into her body.
Almost instantaneously, she grew still, the seizures ceasing, though her breathing stabilized.
The Synth straightened, bowed its head respectfully to Lucy, then bowed even lower to Liam before exiting the office.
Liam glanced at the President, still sprawled on the floor, and a smile touched his lips.
"Cease this charade and rise at once, unless you wish to experience that again," he commanded.
She instantly sprang from the floor and sat on the sofa, her demeanor visibly nervous, unable to meet Liam's gaze.
"I believe our discussion has reached its conclusion. It is time for you to return to your responsibilities and fulfill the directives issued," Liam stated.
The President nodded repeatedly, too intimidated to utter a single word.
Satisfied with her reaction, Liam offered a knowing smile.
In the blink of an eye, she was abruptly pulled from the sofa. Before she could even grasp the situation, her surroundings seemed to warp and compress, and then, she found herself standing within the hallowed halls of the Oval Office.
A quick scan confirmed her return; she was indeed back.
She sank into a nearby chair, exhaling a profound sigh of relief. Her fingers instinctively balled into tight fists, her entire body trembling from the harrowing experience she had just endured.
The events that transpired felt like a nightmarish hallucination, yet the chilling clarity of the memories and the visible tremors betraying her terror spoke a different truth.
A question began to form in her mind: What exactly was Liam's true identity? How did he possess such mesmerizing yet dreadful eyes, and what were the depths of his capabilities?
A dawning realization struck the President; perhaps, just perhaps, their entire assessment of Nova Technologies and Liam Scott had been fundamentally flawed.
Her thoughts turned to his demand. How could she possibly fulfill it? Was it even remotely feasible?
The notion of impossibility was quickly dismissed, starkly overshadowed by the chilling reality that her very life hung in the balance.
"Should I simply tender my resignation? Wouldn't the incoming President be burdened with this demand instead?" she mused internally, her grip tightening even further.
She sensed a peculiar weight in her hand. Opening her palm, she discovered a crumpled, tightly squeezed piece of paper.
Unfolding it, she found written words and began to read.
"I neglected to mention one detail. You are forbidden from resigning, and you cannot perish before the 72-hour deadline expires. Should you attempt to leave this mortal coil, I shall bring you back, only for far worse to befall you. Your time commences now." She read the chilling message aloud in a subdued tone, her gaze inadvertently falling upon a document folder resting on the desk.
An immediate chill coursed through her veins, and she swiftly pressed the intercom button.
"Summon the Secretary of Defense, the Directors of the FBI and CIA, and the Chief Justice to my presence at once!" she commanded, her voice imbued with solemn gravity.
