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Chapter 96: Discussion With Interim Silvanus

Chapter 96: Chapter 96: Discussion With Interim Silvanus

It took a full week for the dust to settle.

The noise in the streets slowly faded into quiet order. Silvanus was officially sworn in as interim President under the watchful eye of regional observers, former opposition leaders, and international media.

His speech was firm and brief, promising order, accountability, and a "clean reset of the national path."

But for all the fanfare and formality, the man behind that promise knew exactly who he owed his position to.

And that man was now seated calmly across from him.

Inside the Presidential House—a space still echoing with the ghost of the old regime—Tyler leaned back slightly in the leather armchair opposite Silvanus, his eyes steady, expression unreadable.

Silvanus shifted uncomfortably. Despite the fact that he now occupied the most powerful office in the country, the teenager sitting across from him made him feel oddly small.

He hadn’t expected this meeting. Tyler had called for it unannounced that morning. There was no prior arrangement or any formal approach. But Silvanus knew that when Tyler requested your time, you gave it.

Silvanus cleared his throat.

"You called this meeting. I assumed you had a reason," he said carefully.

Tyler didn’t answer immediately. He studied Silvanus, letting the pause stretch just enough to keep him a little off-balance.

"I do," Tyler finally replied. "But first—I want to hear yours. What’s your plan for Gumua?"

Silvanus hesitated, fingers tightening over the folder in front of him. "To be honest... I was hoping to consult with you before finalizing anything."

That caught Tyler slightly off-guard. He raised an eyebrow but didn’t interrupt.

Silvanus continued. "You already know the truth, Tyler. I might hold the title now, but VaultPay is the blood running through this country’s economic veins. No reform, no rebuilding, no future happens here unless it flows through you."

He paused, then added, "And I’m not arrogant enough to pretend otherwise."

Tyler nodded slowly. He hadn’t expected Silvanus to be that straightforward, but it made sense.

In the weeks leading up to the regime’s collapse, under the command of Tyler, the Finance Minister and the Central Bank’s governor made sure that VaultPay was integrated so deeply into government financial systems that removing it now would be like tearing the spine out of the economy.

More than 85% of all transactions across federal, state, and even local tiers were now routed through VaultPay’s ledger-based infrastructure.

It had become the nervous system of the state. Customs, payroll, federal funding, project tenders—everything was wired through Tyler’s system.

If they try to do that and succeed, they risk economic collapse similar to going back to the stone age.

Silvanus has no idea how much was gr transaction that flows the system daily but he was sure that it was millions of dollars or even close to tens of millions.

As it stands, even if anyone wants to deny it, Tyler controls Gumua finances. Tyler was also aware of this.

He was aware that what Gumua needs going forward was funds and proper management of it. And both won’t be an issue anymore with Silvanus in power and him in control of the country’s finances.

"I know that what you need now is funds and investment. I will take care of that," Tyler said.

"How much, if you don’t mind me asking," Silvanus asked, curiously.

Tyler leaned forward and placed a small black folder on the table between them. He had came prepared to the meeting.

Silvanus opened it and was shocked by what he saw inside.

$250 million.

That was the number on the proposal. Not as a loan or as a promise, but as a confirmed injection of capital.

Silvanus looked up. "You’re serious?"

"I am," Tyler said. "But it’s conditional. And it won’t all come at once."

Silvanus frowned slightly but nodded. "What’s the structure?"

"The first tranche is $5 million. And I want it used to clear all civil servant salary debts—federal, state, local. Every last one. Teachers. Health workers. Sanitation staff. Every unpaid worker."

Silvanus straightened slightly. "That’s doable. In fact, it’ll win immediate public support."

But Tyler wasn’t finished.

"Before that money drops, though, I need total digitization of all civil data across the government. That means payroll records, staff lists, ministry databases—everything. And full integration with VaultPay. I want to be able to monitor where every coin goes."

Silvanus’s mouth twitched at that. "You think I’ll steal it?"

"No," Tyler replied coolly. "But you’re not the only one running this government. And I don’t trust everyone else."

That quieted the room.

Silvanus finally exhaled. "Honestly... I don’t disagree. We’re still surrounded by old wolves in new coats. Half of them were loyal to the last president up until he was signing his resignation."

"And they’ll turn on you just as fast," Tyler said. "Which is why we monitor everything."

Silvanus gave a single nod. "Agreed."

Tyler studied him for a moment longer. He’d expected resistance, maybe even pushback. But Silvanus was smart enough to recognize the truth: this was the only way forward.

Tyler’s money was the only lifeline available. If Silvanus doesn’t want it, then he can only repeat what the last President did.

"Good," Tyler said finally, standing.

"That’s not all, is it?" Silvanus asked, looking up.

Tyler smirked. "No. But it’s enough for today."

He turned and walked out, heading toward the presidential wing that had quietly become his own.

After the transition, David introduced Tyler to Silvanus. Afterwards, Silvanus had insisted that they both take up a private residence in the Presidential House.

At first, Tyler refused. But when he realized how much work needed to be done—and how many sleepless nights lay ahead—he accepted.

It was faster, quieter and safer.

Inside his suite, Tyler pulled off his jacket, tossed it across the couch, and walked over to his desk.

The real work was about to begin.

The $250 million promise to Silvanus was only a sliver of what Tyler was about to spend on himself. Because the next phase of his plan required something far greater than just political control.

He needed power.

Computational power.

It was time to build the supercomputing server—the platform that would finally let Freya evolve beyond her current state and reach AGI-grade performance.

"Freya," he called, sitting down and activating his terminal.

{Yes, Master?}

"I want you to place the same raw materials order as David did. But this time, they should be ten times of the quantity David ordered. Also, place order for more equipments too. Fragment the orders using the front companies. I don’t want anything traced to Gumua or David," Tyler said.

{Understood, Master. Is there anything else you need?}

"Yeah, come help me design the supercomputing server. It’s your key to achieving true AGI," Tyler said.

{Yes, Master,} Freya said excitedly.

This was actually the first time that she might had shown true emotion. And it brought smile to Tyler’s face.