My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible Chapter 573 The Meeting In The Oval Office

Following the command to summon specific individuals, President Marsh engaged in an anxious wait.

An object caught her eye, causing her to shiver, and she swiftly redirected her gaze toward the door.

While waiting, she recalled that during her entire conversation with Liam, he had never addressed her by name, nor could she remember him using her title.

She pondered the reason behind this and its implications. However, someone of her standing and experience understood the meaning inherently: her position held no relevance to him.

Coincidentally, the image of Liam's eyes, resembling a starry expanse, flickered in her mind, and she immediately shook her head, resolving to cease thinking about the meeting.

The four individuals she had summoned arrived within a twenty-minute span of each other.

Harold Briggs, the Secretary of Defense, was the first to arrive. He had been in the building for a meeting that was still in progress and had left it mid-sentence upon receiving the summons, his briefing folder still in hand.

FBI Director Carol Reeves appeared second, her expression impassive.

CIA Director Frank Calloway arrived third. He had been in his car when the notification reached him and had immediately turned back without inquiry, especially considering the ongoing clinical trial.

Chief Justice Eleanor Vance was the last to arrive, eleven minutes after the others. The unprecedented nature of a sitting Chief Justice being summoned to the Oval Office without prior notice or stated reason was something none of them had fully processed by the time she entered.

They found President Marsh already seated behind her desk, a departure from her usual habit of standing to receive them.

Without any direction, they assumed their positions: Briggs to the left, Calloway beside him, and Reeves and Vance on the sofa opposite the desk.

No one inquired about the purpose of the meeting, but they all sensed the air of tension in the room, which, while unsurprising, only heightened their curiosity.

Marsh surveyed each of them before placing a document folder on the desk and sliding it towards the edge.

"Read it," she commanded.

Briggs was the first to reach it. After reading the initial page, he turned to the second and passed it to Calloway without a word.

Calloway also read it, his demeanor betraying no surprise or alteration in expression, before handing it to Reeves.

Reeves read through it, her jaw tightening briefly. She then passed it to Vance.

Vance read deliberately and with professional precision, carefully considering the legal implications of every word. Upon finishing, she placed the folder beside her and turned her gaze to the President.

"Where did this originate?" she inquired.

"From a source I am not at liberty to disclose," Marsh replied.

"The thoroughness of the documentation here—" Calloway began.

"Is not your immediate concern," Marsh interjected. "What is contained within these files is."

Calloway fell silent. Having served under three administrations, he recognized the unyielding tone she employed, indicating that the matter was non-negotiable.

"These individuals," Briggs stated, his eyes still fixed on the folder. "Several have congressional ties. Defense contracts. This is going to—"

"I am aware of the potential repercussions," Marsh stated. "That is not the subject of our current discussion."

Briggs looked up at her, and something in her expression prompted him to set the folder down.

"Here is what I require from each of you," Marsh announced. "Carol – focus on the cases with the most substantial documentation, those where the contents can be independently verified within hours. I want charges filed in those cases first."

Reeves glanced at the folder, her mind already assessing the situation. "Six names. Possibly eight. Within what timeframe?"

"Seventy hours."

An immediate silence descended upon the room as they contemplated the sheer audacity of the President's directive.

"Seventy hours," Reeves echoed.

"Starting now," Marsh affirmed.

"That is not feasible—" Briggs interjected.

"I understand it deviates from standard procedure, but proceed at maximum legal speed. That is my request," Marsh stated.

Reeves reread the folder. "If even half of what is documented here is confirmed through independent verification, the charges are straightforward. The challenge lies in simultaneous action. If any of them receive prior warning before we apprehend all of them—"

"Then apprehend them simultaneously," Marsh declared.

Reeves met her gaze steadily. "That necessitates coordination across numerous field offices, various jurisdictions, and—"

"Carol."

Reeves halted, recognizing the gravity of the President's resolve and her unwavering determination.

"Seventy hours," Marsh reiterated, her voice quiet. "I need you to find a way."

Reeves gave a single nod. "I will require all the information within these files to be digitized and disseminated to the relevant field offices within the next hour."

"Completed," Marsh stated.

Calloway had remained silent since his inquiry attempt was diverted. He observed the folder clutched in Reeves's grasp. "The origin. The sheer depth of this data. Financial records stretching back years, private correspondences, exact figures — this information was not acquired through conventional means."

"Correct," Marsh confirmed.

"Which implies an individual possessing access far exceeding any known intelligence apparatus—"

"Frank," Marsh interjected. "The source is secure. The material has been verified. That is all I can provide, and that is the basis upon which you must proceed."

Calloway studied her intently for a prolonged period. He had spent at least two decades assessing individuals and situations, and the current atmosphere conveyed that an event had transpired which he would not be privy to. He noted this internally and moved past it, as the circumstances demanded.

"The individuals on this roster," Briggs began. "Once the arrests are made, some will seek legal counsel immediately. Allies in Congress will undoubtedly react. The press—"

"Let them," Marsh declared. "The documentation will withstand scrutiny. Once it does, the outcry will cease."

Briggs met her gaze. "You are confident in that assessment?"

"I am," she responded with unwavering conviction.

She had to be absolutely sure, as her very existence hinged upon the successful execution of this plan.

Vance had been reticent since her initial question was sidestepped. She placed the folder down with deliberate care. "I wish to state unequivocally that nothing discussed in this chamber constitutes judicial direction. The courts will proceed at a pace dictated by the evidence and established procedures."

"I am not soliciting judicial instruction, Eleanor," Marsh clarified. "I am informing you of the impending developments to prevent any surprise when they appear on your caseload."

Vance considered her words, recognized the validity of her point, and nodded in agreement.

"One final matter," Marsh added, her gaze sweeping across the four individuals present. "This discussion remains strictly within these walls. The source must not be mentioned. Nor shall the timeline. Should inquiries arise—and they will—the response is that credible intelligence was received and acted upon. That is the entirety of the statement."

No one voiced dissent. The room had implicitly accepted her terms, an acceptance that precluded any form of opposition.

Reeves was already reaching for her phone before she had even fully risen.

"Seventy hours," Marsh reiterated as they prepared to depart.

It served as both a reminder and the definitive conclusion to their meeting.

They exited the room.

Marsh found herself alone in the Oval Office.

Her eyes fell upon the desk before her. She then reached for her pen, commencing the drafting of the initial calls she was obligated to make before the hour concluded.

***

A considerable amount had transpired over the preceding month, following Liam's breakthrough and the departure of the staff for the Base.

Post-breakthrough, Liam had largely dedicated his time to training, though initially at a moderate intensity.

However, he resolved to intensify his training regimen during the second week, anticipating an upcoming encounter with a Primordial.

He recognized that the faster he augmented his strength while simultaneously solidifying his foundation, the more advantageous it would be.

He was acutely aware that regardless of his increased power, unless he ascended to the rank of Primordial himself or surpassed a being like Tiamat, his capacity for self-protection would remain limited.

His training primarily focused on refining his mastery of the techniques acquired during his confrontations with the formidable experts from the Devouring Petal Pavilion.

He opted against acquiring new techniques, believing that over-accumulation would prove detrimental in the long run if not properly integrated into his combat style.

Furthermore, he honed his telekinetic abilities, which had grown significantly stronger. He could now generate two distinct levels of telekinetic fields: one enveloping his entire body like impervious armor, and a spherical field extending outwards in a 150-meter radius.

The 150-meter telekinetic field possessed sufficient potency to effortlessly repel multiple armor-piercing rounds. The armor-like field, conversely, could withstand even anti-tank guided munitions.

Liam had confirmed these capabilities through numerous rigorous tests.

The maximum weight he could manipulate with his telekinesis had increased to approximately one ton, an accomplishment achieved with absolute ease.

Yet, this represented merely the baseline of his telekinetic potential. Following his breakthrough to the Transcendent Stage, his strength had surged to immeasurable levels, beyond his ability to quantify.

He could now traverse the globe at speeds so immense that the world itself seemed to compress into a single point before him.

Liam was not the sole individual experiencing progress; all three of his clones had now attained the Transcendent Stage.

The clone dedicated to cultivation had begun forging a formidable reputation, further solidifying its moniker as the Mad Demon God.

It had only been a fortnight since the clone within the magic universe finally encountered Bethan and Rikilda. Both women astutely recognized it as a clone from the outset, a fact that did not perturb Liam. They harbored no ill feelings, having already adjusted to interacting with the duplicate as though it were the genuine Liam.

Consistent updates from his two clones had kept Liam fully apprised of their locations and activities, confirming they were executing his plans precisely as directed.