Infinite Wealth System: Crazy Tasks, Insane Rewards!-Chapter 219: Real Sovereign War

The first footage came from Northville, shaky and poorly framed, recorded by a civilian whose hands were trembling so badly that the skyline kept slipping in and out of view.

At first, people thought it was another military exercise. Nortasia had done so many of them in recent years that armored silhouettes no longer immediately meant panic. But this was different. The air itself looked wrong, thick, warped, as if the sky had been stretched and stitched back together imperfectly.

Then the mechs stepped through.

They did not descend like aircraft. They arrived, tearing open the space above the city in wide vertical seams of pale blue light. From those rifts emerged towering figures encased in armor that looked nothing like human engineering, sleek yet brutal, covered in glowing geometric sigils that shifted constantly, as if the metal itself were alive and thinking.

Each step they took cracked asphalt and sent shockwaves through nearby buildings. Cars flipped. Windows imploded. People screamed.

And the voice that followed did not come from loudspeakers.

It came from everywhere.

("This planet has reached Sovereign Evaluation Status.")

Within minutes, similar reports flooded in from Norch State, then other cities, not just in Nortasia, but across the world, mega-cities, ports, financial hubs, cultural capitals. Always the same towering mech forms. Always the same impossible arrival.

And always, chillingly, the same sentence repeated in different languages:

("The President of Nortasia was right.") 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

News networks barely kept up. Anchors spoke over one another, eyes darting between teleprompters and live feeds that looked like scenes from a science fiction nightmare.

"—confirming again, these are not human forces—"

"—they appear coordinated, simultaneous—"

"—officials are now referencing previous warnings made by President Jayden Cole—"

Social media exploded into chaos. Old clips resurfaced. Jayden’s speeches. His warnings about thresholds, about preparation, about a future that could not be negotiated emotionally.

People who had mocked him before were now reposting his words in silence.

Others were crying.

Some were praying.

Inside the command chamber beneath Nortasia’s capital, Jayden stood utterly still as the final confirmations came in. His face showed no shock, no disbelief, only the grim recognition of a moment that had been approaching for years.

"Initiate global lockdown," he said calmly.

The room moved instantly.

Every screen shifted. Every protocol activated.

Across the world, sirens wailed, not the old ones, not the panicked, improvised alarms of past wars, but the deep, steady tones of systems built long in advance. Cities locked down sector by sector. Highways reversed flow automatically. Trains diverted. Aircraft rerouted or grounded mid-air with surgical precision.

Bunkers opened.

Not hidden, desperate shelters, but prepared ones, embedded into counties, states, and regions worldwide, stocked and reinforced, each one part of a network Jayden had quietly funded and standardized under humanitarian initiatives no one had fully understood at the time.

Families ran. Soldiers guided them. Drones lit evacuation paths in the smoke-filled streets. The chaos was real, people shouting names, children crying, animals howling, but beneath it all was a terrifying order, as if the planet itself had rehearsed this moment.

Harper was already issuing commands, her voice sharp and unflinching as she coordinated continental defense divisions. Paula stood beside her, eyes blazing, directing the rapid assembly of mechanized and human forces alike, splitting armies into city-specific response units, every move executed with ruthless efficiency.

"This is it," Paula muttered at one point, not looking up from her display. "All those years."

Jayden watched the world move on his command, and still, something inside him twisted.

Because preparation did not guarantee survival.

He turned abruptly.

"I’m going out."

Camilla spun toward him instantly. "No. Absolutely not. This is exactly why you’re not supposed to..."

"I can’t stay here," Jayden said, already moving. "Not now."

"This isn’t symbolic," she snapped. "This is real. You don’t need to prove anything..."

Jayden paused and looked at her, really looked at her, and for just a second the Dominus faded, leaving the man beneath.

"If this is the end," he said quietly, "I won’t watch it from underground."

He boarded the helicopter minutes later.

The rotors cut violently through the air as Nortasia’s skyline fell away beneath them, the city glowing dimly through layers of emergency shielding. The flight path bent toward Cloudbridge City, toward the place he had once called home long before systems, power, and the weight of the world had settled on his shoulders.

As the helicopter disappeared into the clouds, Jayden closed his eyes.

For the first time in years, he allowed himself to feel the question he had buried under strategy and preparation.

Can we actually get through this?

Cloudbridge was eerily quiet when he arrived. The evacuation had been swift, almost total. Streets stood empty. Doors hung open. The silence pressed down harder than any explosion could have.

Jayden entered his family’s old home alone.

The familiar walls, the worn edges of furniture, the faint scent of something long remembered, it all struck him harder than he expected. He sat, crossed his legs on the floor, and closed his eyes, breathing slowly, deliberately, letting his mind settle as he meditated, grounding himself in the only way he knew how.

That was when the air changed.

A presence filled the room, not heavy, not hostile, but absolute.

Jayden’s eyes snapped open.

She was standing there.

Mrs. Lydia.

No sound. No warning. No door opening.

Just... there.

Jayden surged to his feet, heart slamming so hard it hurt, instinct screaming danger even as his mind struggled to catch up.

"How..." His voice caught. "How did you get in here?"

For a split second, he felt something close to fear, raw, unfiltered, the kind he hadn’t felt since before the system, before power made everything predictable.

Ethan, who had been standing near the hallway, froze completely, eyes wide, breath shallow.

Mrs. Lydia raised her hands gently, her expression calm, almost... apologetic.

"Please," she said softly. "Don’t be afraid."

Jayden stared at her, every sense alert. "You don’t just appear inside a locked house during a planetary invasion and say that."

She smiled faintly, and there was something unbearably sad in it.

"I suppose I don’t," she agreed. "But there’s no more time for half-truths."

She took a step forward, and the room seemed to stretch around her, as if reality itself was giving her space.

"I owe you the truth," she continued. "All of it."

Jayden’s jaw tightened. "Then start talking."

Mrs. Lydia looked at him—l, really looked at him, and then spoke the words that shattered every remaining assumption he had left.

"I am not human," she said. "Not from this world, actually..."

The silence that followed was absolute.

Ethan sucked in a sharp breath, disbelief written across his face as his gaze darted between her and Jayden.

"The Amber Bloom," he whispered. "You... You sold it to us. All this time..."

"Yes," Lydia said gently. "And that alone should have told you something was wrong. That plant does not originate on Earth. It never has."

Jayden felt the weight of the moment press down on him, heavier than any system alert, heavier than any alien mech outside the planet’s skies.

The Sovereign Protocols were here.

And the woman who had quietly walked in and out of their lives for years...

Had never belonged to this world at all.