Far away from the isolated facility…
In the capital city…
A massive government meeting hall stood illuminated under bright lights.
The room was enormous.
Marble floors.
Tall pillars.
A large circular table placed at the center of the hall.
Seated around it were the most powerful figures in the country.
The President of Nigeria sat at the head of the table.
Around him were several ministers.
Including the Minister of Sports, Amina Adisa.
Beside her sat Desmond Willy, the official representative of the Nigerian Football Federation.
The atmosphere inside the room was serious.
Important discussions were underway.
The President leaned forward slightly.
His voice calm but authoritative.
"So…"
He looked around the table.
"Tell me."
"How is Project X progressing?"
The room fell silent.
Amina Adisa was about to speak.
But Desmond Willy suddenly raised his hand slightly.
"With respect, Mr. President…"
He smiled faintly.
"Instead of asking us…"
He gestured toward the center of the room.
"…why don't we hear directly from the source?"
At that moment—
The large digital screen in the middle of the hall lit up.
Several ministers leaned forward slightly.
A figure appeared on the screen.
Dressed entirely in white.
A white coat.
White gloves.
Even his face was completely covered by a white mask.
The Director of the OOTP.
His voice echoed calmly through the hall.
"Good evening, Mr. President."
The President nodded slightly.
"Director."
"How is the project progressing?"
The Director clasped his hands behind his back.
"Project X is progressing exactly as expected."
He paused.
"The results so far are… promising."
Several ministers exchanged glances.
The Director continued.
"With time…"
His voice remained calm.
"…the birth of a perfect, unrivaled coach will emerge from this program."
He looked directly toward the camera.
"A coach capable of leading your nation to World Cup glory."
The words hung in the air.
But suddenly another voice interrupted.
An older man in his fifties leaned forward in his chair.
The Minister of Finance.
His expression was skeptical.
"This project…"
He tapped his fingers lightly on the table.
"…has already consumed a massive amount of government funding."
His eyes moved toward the screen.
"And yet we have no guaranteed return."
He leaned back.
"Is it truly wise to keep investing in something that might not succeed?"
Several ministers murmured quietly.
But deep down…
The Finance Minister's real thoughts were different.
If the project collapses…
Those funds could easily be redirected elsewhere.
The Director on the screen remained silent for a moment.
Then he spoke.
"And that…"
His voice grew slightly colder.
"…is exactly why your country is rarely taken seriously in projects like this."
The room froze.
Several ministers stiffened.
Even the President narrowed his eyes slightly.
But he said nothing.
The Director continued calmly.
"You fear taking risks."
"You hesitate when the stakes grow high."
He slowly folded his arms.
"Progress demands sacrifice."
"To achieve something greater…"
"…you must first be willing to risk failure."
The room remained silent.
Then the President finally spoke.
"You make a fair point."
His tone was calm.
"But understand this."
He leaned forward slightly.
"The next World Cup is in three years."
His eyes sharpened.
"You must know exactly what you are doing."
A faint smile appeared on the President's face.
"Do not disappoint me."
The Director nodded slightly.
"Of course, Mr. President."
"Everything will proceed exactly as planned."
Then he paused.
Almost as if remembering something.
"Oh…"
"There is one small matter."
Several ministers looked up again.
The Director tilted his head slightly.
"One of your ministers' sons caused a… small disturbance inside our facility."
Amina Adisa's expression stiffened slightly.
The Director continued calmly.
"But do not worry."
"They will be punished accordingly."
A faint smirk appeared behind the mask.
Then the screen suddenly went dark.
The call had ended.
The room fell silent.
And slowly…
Some ministers turned their eyes towards each other, while some remain quiet and kept observing.
Because no knew was sure of whose son was currently inside that facility