Returning to Dominate The World With My Knowledge System
Chapter 92: Taking Action

Chapter 92: Chapter 92: Taking Action

As Tyler and David stepped out of the secure government compound, the sun had begun to sink lower in the sky, casting an amber hue across the dusty cityscape.

The wind carried the scent of fuel, sweat, and old iron. It was a fitting backdrop to what had just occurred.

Tyler and David didn’t speak at first. The car ride was quiet, as both men lost in thought, processing the weight of what had just happened.

Tyler, seated in the back seat this time, pulled out his phone and opened the GlassChannel app.

The screen lit up in his hand, and he began typing a message.

"Freya, forward the photos and video evidence of the Defense Minister’s affair with the President’s mistress to both him and the Minister of Finance."

{Understood.}

With the evidence sent, this way, even without being told, the both of them would understand what was needed of them

Back in the meeting room, the Finance Minister had returned to his seat. He was still rattled by the meeting.

When Tyler had spoken so confidently, he had assumed it was a bluff—an intimidation tactic wrapped in youthful arrogance.

But as he sat behind his desk, sipping a glass of warm gin and staring blankly at his screen, the alert buzzed on his device.

He clicked on the file.

The first video played with crisp clarity. A familiar hotel room. A woman—known intimately by every senior official in the government, including the President laughed softly as she pulled the Defense Minister into the frame. The date stamp in the corner marked it as recent—barely a month old.

The second file was worse.

The Finance Minister’s hand trembled slightly as he clicked through the images. Private rendezvous. Bank transfers. Hidden surveillance captures with time stamps, GPS coordinates, and even audio clips. It wasn’t just surveillance. It was a digital death sentence.

He sat back, the ice in his glass clinking as he swallowed hard.

Tyler hadn’t been bluffing.

The boy hadn’t just known things—he owned them. All of them. Everyone at that meeting was exposed in ways that no counter-narrative could clean up.

He looked across the room to where the Defense Minister now lay slumped on a couch, recovering from the blunt hit he received earlier.

He stared at him for a long moment.

"Idiot," he muttered to himself. "You picked the wrong mistress."

He knew that everyone in the president’s cabinet were insufferable. He wasn’t left out as he wasn’t a saint.

But this was a whole new level...

And then, almost involuntarily, the Finance Minister felt something strange: hope. Hope that Silvanus might actually succeed. Hope that maybe, just maybe, this broken machine might finally stop.

Because if a teenager with this kind of reach could exist—and stand before men like them with no fear—then maybe the game had truly changed.

He couldn’t help but wish that Silvanus can take over immediately and set the country free from the pack of hyenas ruling it. A pack which he was among.

...

Back in the car, Tyler kept his gaze fixed out the window. The streets of Gumua bustled, unaware that their entire political landscape was crumbling beneath their feet.

Banners of the ruling party fluttered from lampposts, and children ran barefoot beside pothole-filled roads.

He turned slightly to David, who glanced at him through the rearview mirror. He looked back down at his phone and sent another message to Freya.

"Start releasing everything. Expose all of the shady dealings of everyone in the current administration, from the president, down to the person with the lowest rank."

{Understood. Should I exclude the Finance Minister and the military chiefs?}

"No. All of them. It would be very suspicious if we do that."

Immediately, Freya didn’t waste a second as she was already executing her routine.

Within seconds, over 300 pieces of digital media ranging from documents, audio files, confidential memos, bank statements, covert recordings, and satellite images were queued for release

She sent them directly to every reputable local media house, activist group, and whistleblower forum.

Though less than 50% of the country was electrified and less than 70% had access to the internet, but they all had little phones that had radios.

And the 30% that had access to the internet were those that Tyler was targeting. And that was why barely ten minutes after Freya exposed everything, it exploded everywhere

The first major headline appeared in less than eight minutes.

"BREAKING: Documents Reveal $4 Billion Funneled into Private Accounts by Government Officials."

"LEAKED FOOTAGE: Security Forces in Military Uniforms Shot Protesters in 2018 Crackdown."

"Oil Reserves Sold to Foreign Entity in Secret Agreement—Half of Funds Unaccounted For."

Across social media, shock turned to rage.

Newscasters’ voices trembled as they read the contents of the leaks aloud live on air. Even those who didn’t understand politics now knew they had been lied to for years.

In rural communities, people gathered around single phones, watching shaky videos of hidden abuse and corruption played through cracked screens.

On the GlassChannel app, Tyler watched it all in real time, scrolling through analytic.

He saw that everything was already all over the place and he told Freya to contact Silvanus and tell him to organise a nationwide peaceful protest against the government and seeking for their total removal.

After Freya sent the message to Silvanus, he sent a message back saying that he would do as instructed.

He also expressed his fear about the 2018 incident repeating itself. The slaughter and madness.

Freya told him not to worry as everything had been taken care of. Silvanus was doubtful at first but stopped when Freya sent a video of the meeting with the ministers and the military chiefs.

...

Inside his safehouse, Silvanus was pacing. His lieutenants were watching the chaos unfold online, eyes wide and faces pale.

When the footage of the meeting arrived—showing the ministers and military chiefs siding silently with Tyler—Silvanus froze. He watched it once. Then again. Then a third time.

By the end, he sat down heavily in his chair.

It was real. The wall had cracked.

He immediately picked up his phone and put a call through to someone.

"Begin assembling. Nationwide. Every district. Notify every Chapter."

His men nodded. "Weapons?"

"No," he said firmly. "Not this time. We do it with our voices."

...

Back in Gumua’s capital, the hotel driveway came into view.

David pulled into the underground lot, stopping cleanly in the reserved space. He turned off the engine.

"You’re not nervous?" he asked.

Tyler opened the door. "No. Not when everything’s already in place."

They stepped out and took the private elevator to the top floor. Inside the penthouse, Tyler walked to the balcony and looked out at the city.

The sunset painted the horizon in soft gold and orange.

From up here, it looked peaceful. But he knew that the streets would be filled by morning.

David walked in behind him, loosening his tie.

"So... what now?"

Tyler didn’t turn, as he replied, "We watch."

And that’s exactly what they would do.

From their private feed, Freya began broadcasting the early signs.

Students marching. Elderly people holding handwritten signs. Buses filled with protesters arriving from outer districts. Even a few police officers were standing silently among them, offering no resistance.

Tyler was sure that in seven days time, the country would had changed hands.