My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible

Whitlock's breath caught somewhere between his lungs and his throat. He stood frozen, his eyes locked on the impossible scene outside the skyscraper window.

For a moment, he could not think. He could not blink. He could not convince himself that what he saw was the result of stress or fatigue.

But that wave had shattered any delusion he wanted to feed himself about what he was seeing, being as a result of stress.

Whitlock's mind raced at a speed he hadn't experienced in years. His position at the very top of the global financial world had exposed him to everything imaginable: secret military budgets, prototype weapons, classified technology, off-the-record scientific discoveries, and countless irregularities hidden from the public eye. He had seen enough to make most people faint at the truth behind the world's systems.

But this… this was something else.

What kind of technology could do this? What device could allow perfect suspension in the air without any visible mechanism? What allowed such stability at this altitude? What energy source supported it? How did he resist the wind pressure?

His mind began cycling through every known possibility, from experimental jetpacks to electromagnetic support units to classified propulsion systems that the world pretended didn't exist.

Yet, none of them matched what stood before him..And while he was still scrambling for answers, Liam vanished from the air.

He just disappeared.

Whitlock's entire body tensed, and if Daniel had not been standing beside him, he might have fallen back into his chair. His heart thumped painfully in his chest as he stared at the empty space where Liam had been only a split second earlier.

Then, a soft sound drew his attention.

He turned back toward the office interior and nearly jumped out of his skin, when he saw Liam standing there, inside the office, looking calm, relaxed.

His expression was as if he had simply walked in through the door.

Whitlock felt his knees weaken for half a second. His veins ran cold and his breath stuttered. A part of him that once believed he had seen everything the world could offer died on the spot.

When he said the phrase "even gods need bankers" a week ago, he had meant it as nothing more than a proud joke—an exaggeration that reflected JP Morgan's strength. Not once did he imagine that one day he might sit face to face with someone who could make that sentence feel literal.

He had thought Liam was a prodigy born into an unknown but powerful family. Someone with access to rare technology. Someone brilliant, bold, and ambitious.

But after witnessing this… after seeing him defy reality like it was nothing… Whitlock had no idea where Liam belonged on the scale of humanity.

His throat felt dry, and he swallowed in an attempt to steady himself.

Daniel was no better, though his calm expression might have fooled anyone who had just arrived.

Inside, Daniel was just as shaken, just as stunned, but he had a much better grip on his emotions. He simply bowed his head slightly.

"Good afternoon, sir," Daniel greeted him.

Liam smiled lightly. "It's been a while, Daniel. You're looking good."

Daniel chuckled quietly, unable to find the right words without risking saying something foolish.

I won't suffer alone, he muttered, as he turned toward Whitlock, who still looked both confused and horrified, and spoke with a steady voice.

"Liam, this is Mr. Whitlock, the CEO of JP Morgan."

It took Whitlock a full second to realize he needed to react. He forced his expression to settle, pulled himself together as much as he could and stepped forward to offer his hand.

Liam extended his hand calmly.

Whitlock shook it, but the shock in his chest hadn't fully faded. His hand felt cold. His heartbeat was still unsteady. He couldn't believe he had allowed such loss of composure. But he also knew that no one on Earth could blame him. Not the president, the prime ministers, even the other banking giants or the top military chiefs.

Because no one could have kept a straight face after seeing what he had seen.

Whitlock glanced sideways at Daniel for a brief second, his eyes filled with questions and burning curiosity.

Unfortunately, Daniel's calm posture did not help. The man stood with silent acceptance, as if this was normal.

Whitlock nearly cursed inside. This was not normal. Nothing about this was normal. He suspected Daniel was just as stunned as he was, but he hid it far better. Or maybe he wasn't and has experienced something like this a couple of times, since he's the Managing Director of Liam's family office.

Liam released the handshake, and Whitlock forced himself to smile.

"A pleasure to meet you, Liam. I've been looking forward to this," he said.

"And the pleasure is mine," Liam replied. "I've always wanted to meet the man who stands at the center of the world's finances."

Whitlock laughed shallowly. "Now you're exaggerating. I'm just an ordinary CEO."

Liam smiled politely and didn't argue. He didn't need to. Whitlock knew very well that calling himself ordinary was nothing but a polite lie.

Whitlock gestured toward the seating area. The three of them walked over and took their seats. Whitlock poured a glass of water for himself, mostly to buy time and regain a fraction of his control.

He set the glass down carefully.

"So," Whitlock began, "I'm very curious about the reason you requested this meeting."

Liam leaned back in his seat. "Then I'll be direct. I'm planning to expand into a few areas where scale becomes more of a burden than a benefit unless you have the right institution standing beside you."

Whitlock raised one eyebrow, impressed and cautious at the same time.

"And I'm here," Liam continued, "to see whether JP Morgan is interested in standing close enough to profit when the dust settles."

Whitlock felt heat rise in his chest, due to a dangerous mixture of fear and greed. Liam's words were vague, yet powerful.

If it was someone else that said this, Whitlock would had simply smiled out of courtesy and not think much into it.

But this is Liam and his words; they carried weight. They carried intention. They carried the promise of something big enough to reshape multiple industries, because he's already doing it.

Whitlock's mind was already running ahead, analyzing the implications. He forced himself to stay calm. He remembered the floating figure outside his window, how he had vanish, then the sudden appearance in his office. The calm handshake and the impossible confidence.

He couldn't help but think; if Liam wanted a partnership… What did that mean? What was he planning? What scale of operation required the world's most powerful bank?

And why did he, someone who clearly did not obey the rules of physics, need anyone at all?

This alone was enough to make Whitlock hold back. He wanted to jump at the opportunity. He wanted to accept everything on impulse. But that would be reckless.

He needed to understand the risks and he needed to understand Liam.

Liam had released Lucid into the world without the slightest concern for regulations. A neural device like that required years of certification, but Liam skipped the process entirely. JP Morgan had to clean up the mess quietly, pulling strings in multiple departments, smoothing out concerns, filing documents, and giving calm explanations to people who had grown uneasy.

It took enormous effort, but with the potential gains of Nova Technologies, they endured it.

But now the same young man—with technology that looked like it came from the future—was asking for a partnership?

Suspicious was an understatement.

If a company like Gōōgle or Mētā or Micrōsōft or Nvīdīa had approached him, this wouldn't be a problem. He would run due diligence, read their proposals, verify their regulatory paths, and finalize an agreement within weeks.

Those companies were stable. They were regulated. They operated within systems built by humans.

But Liam doesn't. Nothing about Liam was normal and nothing about him had ever been normal.

Whitlock kept a steady expression on his face, careful not to reveal the true chaos of his thoughts. He slowly leaned back in his chair.

He knew that even though he was being cautious, he would eventually have to bite. But biting off more than he could chew might turn into a disaster for them. Still, the benefits—the potential benefits—were impossible to ignore. He couldn't even begin to imagine how much they stood to gain.

"It's an interesting offer, but I need to understand what industries you're talking about," he said, as he decided to test the waters.

Liam smiled when he heard this. It was calm and faint smile, but clear enough for Whitlock to see the meaning behind it.

The fish had taken the bait.

Liam did not need to push, as Whitlock was already leaning forward internally, even if his posture stayed composed.

Liam took a slow breath, then spoke with a voice that carried a quiet authority.

"I'm planning to enter the energy sector, the data sector, the finance sector, the pharmaceutical sector, the biotech sector, the transport sector, and the global communication sector. All at once."

Daniel's composure cracked for the first time and his fingers twitched slightly. He had expected something big from his boss, but this is beyond massive.

Whitlock felt his pulse jump.

Liam continued as if discussing the weather.

"And I want JP Morgan standing beside me when those industries begin to break apart."

The office fell silent and the air felt heavy. Even the city beyond the windows seemed quieter.

Whitlock stared at Liam, and for the first time in his career, he felt like he was witnessing the beginning of something the world was not prepared for.

And he understood one thing very clearly; that he had no choice but to listen. Or he will left in the dirt of the past, while the world around him advances.