Returning to Dominate The World With My Knowledge System-Chapter 99: Going Back Home

Weeks had passed since Tyler began construction on the supercomputing server housing facility and kicked off the large-scale fabrication of the Valkyrie-X GPUs, DRAMs, and NVMe-based DRAMs.

The once silent compound on the outskirts of Gumua’s capital now filled with constant activity.

Machinery buzzed from dawn to dusk, while security cameras rotated on their silent mounts, streaming encrypted feeds straight to Freya’s command node.

But even with all the activities, nothing was known to the outside world. The staffs were loyal and discrete with their work.

Progress, while not lightning-fast, had been steady. As of now, just under a hundred units of each component had been successfully fabricated.

That might sound like a small number to someone unfamiliar with semiconductor engineering, but considering the sheer technical complexity, it was a monumental feat. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

The fabrication team was only thirty-four people strong—the same thirty-four Tyler had personally trained. No replacements. No new recruits.

The strain on the team was evident. Fatigue crept into their posture, and dark circles ringed their eyes, but their discipline remained unbroken.

Tyler had noticed the pressure mounting, and though he wished to double the team’s size, he knew the risk was far too great.

The world still had its eyes on Gumua. International observers from various agencies and private watchdog organizations continued to monitor economic, political, and industrial developments within the country.

A sudden influx of engineers, technicians, and fabrication experts—especially from abroad—would raise flags Tyler couldn’t afford to trigger.

It didn’t matter if those professionals weren’t high-profile or the top minds in their fields. Even shadows cast in the wrong shape could lead to exposure. And so, human power expansion was off the table. At least, for now.

In response, Tyler did the only thing he could: he gave his team more reason to keep pushing. Without hesitation, he more than quadrupled their pay.

The lowest-paid member on the team was now receiving a base salary of $250,000 monthly, with an additional performance-based bonus structure that could see them earning up to $5M per year.

It might not match the level of compensations seen in places like Silicon Valley, but for the risk and importance of their work, it was a significant gesture.

Only Tyler had no idea that he was now paying more than Silicon Valley.

And it worked as morale was lifted, and their loyalty deepened. More importantly, they didn’t just feel like employees anymore—they felt like pioneers.

Meanwhile, David had finally wrapped up his international recruitment tour.

He’d met with every former operative Freya had shortlisted. From Europe to Southeast Asia, the Middle East to Latin America, he had sat across from each candidate, shared drinks, had tense conversations, and answered difficult questions.

Surprisingly, more than 70% of the operatives agreed to work with Tyler. It was a staggering win, considering these were individuals who had once reported directly to heads of intelligence agencies or operated in black-ops units that didn’t officially exist.

But while they had agreed to work for him, they hadn’t signed yet.

There was one final condition they all shared, almost unanimously: they wanted to meet the person behind the curtain—the one giving the orders.

The one who, somehow, had managed to assemble all of them without setting off a single global alarm.

They wanted to meet Tyler.

When David informed him, Tyler didn’t hesitate.

"Alright," he said. "Let’s arrange it."

The timing couldn’t have been better. He’d been thinking about going home anyway. It had been months since he saw his mother and Devin.

The last time he heard Devin’s voice had been a quick call.

And Helena—his mother. He hadn’t seen her smile in person since before Silvanus’s takeover.

The ache in his chest had grown stronger with each passing day, and though he wouldn’t say it out loud, Tyler was exhausted too. Not physically but mentally.

The idea of home comfort, real laughter, and being surrounded by his family again made the decision easy.

"I’m taking two weeks off," Tyler told David later that evening. "Nothing major. Just long enough to recharge and reconnect."

David nodded. "I think that’s smart. You’ve been going nonstop since the collapse."

"It’s also summer break too," Tyler added, a faint smile forming on his face. "Devin will be home. So no school to get in the way."

"Does that mean I get a vacation too?" David joked.

Tyler chuckled. "You’ll get a vacation when I see you sleep for more than four hours."

David groaned. "So never."

Tyler turned toward his terminal. "Freya."

{Yes, Master?}

"Book a flight for me.. I’ll need to leave by Friday."

{Understood.}

There was a pause before Tyler added, "No, wait. Scratch that. Charter a private jet. Make the arrangements discreet."

{Already done, Master.}

"Perfect."

Tyler sat back and allowed himself to relax just a little. The thought of the coming two weeks was already lifting the weight from his shoulders.

...

The next day, Tyler visited the fabrication plant again. The air inside the facility was cold, dry, and clean—thanks to the state-of-the-art filters installed in the cleanrooms.

He walked among the rows of workbenches, nodding to his team.

A few smiled, some just gave a tired wave, but all of them kept working, looking very focused and committed.

He stopped beside the lead technician overseeing the Valkyrie-X production pipeline.

"How’s the yield?" he asked.

"Stable," she replied, pulling her mask down slightly. "We’re averaging three GPUs per day, two DRAMs, and just one NVMe-based unit. But everything’s clean. There has been no defects and no need to redo any of the units so far."

"Good," Tyler nodded. "Keep going at that pace. And tell the others—bonuses are coming at the end of the month."

The technician smiled wider. "I’ll let them know."

Tyler turned to leave, but paused briefly near one of the storage racks. He reached out, brushing his fingers along the casing of a completed Valkyrie-X chip.

"This is your future, Freya," he whispered.

{And your legacy, Master.}

Tyler didn’t respond. He just smiled faintly and walked out.

...

That evening, back at the presidential residence, he began packing.

He could finally see his family again. He couldn’t help but smile as he thought about it.