The Genius System-Chapter 80: The Macro Nuclear Project: A Top-Secret Mission

Royal Palace of Macro – The King’s Office

In the richly decorated hall of the royal palace, a heavy atmosphere hung in the air. A tense silence filled the room, disturbed only by the discreet ticking of an ancient clock mounted on the wall.

The King of Macro sat behind his massive wooden desk, an ornate masterpiece carved with the history of the kingdom. His fingers were interlocked before him, his eyes fixated on the document he had just placed down. Ever since Monsieur X had announced his project, he had not wasted a single second.

Opposite him stood two of the most influential men in the country, waiting in silent anticipation.

To his right, the Prime Minister, a man of imposing stature marked by the weight of responsibility, sat rigidly in his chair. To his left, standing with an impassive expression, was the head of the intelligence services—an elusive figure, always clad in a dark suit, with the cold, calculating gaze of a man accustomed to handling crises.

The King took a deep breath before breaking the silence.

"We must gather the brightest minds in the country for this endeavor. But everything must be carried out in absolute secrecy."

The intelligence chief gave a subtle nod, his eyes sharpening.

"We have already identified several scientists and engineers specializing in nuclear energy and materials physics. Some work in our universities, others in private research labs, and a select few come from the energy sector."

He paused momentarily before adding in a more solemn tone:

"However, before we approach them with this project, we must ensure their loyalty."

The Prime Minister, who had remained silent until then, sat up slightly.

"That is our biggest challenge. Nuclear energy is an extremely sensitive field. We must be certain that these scientists grasp the gravity of confidentiality. Even one loose word,whether intentional or not,could jeopardize everything."

The King nodded slowly, contemplating every word. He knew that the success of this project depended entirely on the shadows, on absolute discretion.

"Bring in those who might be interested,but do not reveal too much. Tell them only that the government requires their expertise for a highly strategic mission."

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A few hours later, in an unmarked facility on the outskirts of the capital, the Macro intelligence agency was in full operation.

Before an enormous holographic screen, multiple agents combed through files, reviewing career records, family histories, political affiliations, and past behaviors of potential scientists.

One senior agent pointed at a name on the list.

"This one,an expert in nuclear physics. He studied abroad. Do we trust him?"

The intelligence chief raised an eyebrow.

"Where did he study?"

"The United States. He was invited to several high-level conferences on radioactive applications in energy."

A tense silence spread through the room.

"He could be an invaluable asset," another agent admitted "But if he’s still in contact with former American colleagues, he could become a security risk."

The intelligence chief considered this for a moment before making a decision.

"Put him under surveillance. No direct contact for now. We need to be absolutely certain."

He then pointed at another name.

"And this one? A professor in nuclear engineering. Trained in Russia, but he turned down several lucrative offers abroad to remain teaching in Macro."

Another agent nodded.

"Loyal to the country, intelligent, discreet. He seems like a strong candidate."

"Perfect. Invite him immediately."

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The Royal Intelligence Service had received a direct order from the King: gather the most brilliant minds in the country in the fields of energy and physics.

But nothing could leak.

Men in dark suits now moved through the streets, visiting laboratories, universities, and research centers under the guise of classified governmental affairs. The objective was clear,identify the most talented scientists, subtly assess their loyalty, and recruit them for a top-secret mission without initially revealing its true nature.

The Macro intelligence service immediately took action.

One by one, pre-selected scientists received unexpected visits.

A man in a tailored black suit would knock at their door, introduce himself formally, and offer an intriguing proposition:

"The Kingdom requires your expertise for a mission of the highest importance. However, we cannot discuss it here. If you accept, we will take you to a secure location where further details will be disclosed. If you refuse, this conversation never happened."

Reactions varied.

Some, wary, rejected the offer outright.

"I am merely an academic. I want nothing to do with secret projects."

Others, intrigued, accepted without hesitation.

"If my country needs me, I am ready."

And a select few hesitated, asking the only question that truly mattered:

"Am I in danger if I say yes?"

The intelligence officer would shake his head subtly.

"No. But once you hear this project, there will be no turning back."

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Macro Polytechnic University – 9:45 PM

Professor Ilya Markov, in his mid-fifties, was one of the nation’s leading experts in materials physics. He spent his evenings locked in his university lab, obsessing over research into alloys capable of withstanding extreme conditions.

That night, as he prepared to leave his office, two men in dark suits awaited him outside the building.

"Professor Markov?" one of them asked, his tone professional but firm.

"That’s me. Who are you?"

"We work for the government. We need you for a classified project one that requires your expertise."

Ilya eyed them warily.

"I’m a scientist, not a politician. Why me?"

"Because you are the best in your field."

The two men exchanged a glance before one handed him a simple card with an address.

"If you’re interested, be at this location tomorrow morning. You will be free to decline after hearing our proposal. If you choose not to come, we will not contact you again."

Without another word, they vanished into the night, leaving Ilya staring at the card, lost in thought.

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Advanced Research Institute – 6:30 PM

Lena Volkov was a rising star in her field, working primarily on heat transfer and energy management. She had already received multiple offers from major foreign corporations but had consistently refused to leave Macro, preferring to focus on pure research.

That evening, as she finished reviewing her latest findings, a knock on her office door interrupted her work.

"Dr. Volkov?"

She looked up to see a sharply dressed man, accompanied by a woman with an intense gaze.

"Yes? How can I help you?" she asked, removing her glasses.

"We represent a government project requiring your expertise."

Lena arched an eyebrow "And if I decline?"

The man smiled faintly "Then we will not bother you again. But we believe you’ll at least want to hear what we have to say."

A long silence followed.

Curiosity won.

"Alright. When and where?"

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National University of Macro – 10:15 PM

Anton Valeski was a renowned professor, once passionate about nuclear physics. However, due to the lack of development in this field in Macro, he had shifted toward teaching.

That evening, as he graded exams in his dimly lit office, three sharp knocks at the door interrupted his focus.

"Come in."

The door opened slowly, revealing two men in dark suits, their expressions unreadable.

"Professor Valeski?"

"That’s me."

One of the men revealed a discreet badge from the National Security Bureau

"We have an opportunity for you. A classified project requiring your expertise. But we must discuss it in a more secure location."

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Anton studied them for a moment before speaking "And if I refuse?"

The second man, silent until now, shrugged "Then this conversation never happened."

A tense silence followed.

Anton knew this was something monumental.

He took a deep breath "Alright. Take me there."