The Tycoon's Odyssey

Although the public release of the Nerve Gear didn't have the full potential of the original version, it was still incredibly advanced for its time. It was particularly beneficial for the patients in coma or those with severely impaired bodies, offering them a remarkable breakthrough.

This technology would surely help many families to reunite and allow them to meet with their loved ones.

However, beneath this noble goal lay a more profound purpose. Each headgear was designed to scan, record and replicate human characteristics and store the data to create simulated versions of individuals.

While browsing through the lists in the shop, and working on a quantum computer, Evan had come across a significant problem.

That was, he wasn't an all-rounder. Even if the system could just supplement and lend a hand in enhancing his skills, in the end, it was he who had to level up all this.

But, he couldn't just focus on everything at once. And even if he managed to level up all his abilities, creating things from the system on his own wasn't an easy feat.

Everything in the system's shop had a vast technological gap and working on it alone wasn't possible.

To achieve his goal, and use the system to its full potential, except for its technology, Even knew that he would need brilliant minds from every field. After all, he couldn't do it all by himself and run after everything, so he needed people to work on, and for that, he couldn't just assimilate or take anyone. He needed people who were talented but also plentiful.

Gathering such a number of genius minds would be a difficult task, so this was where his headgear would come into play.

From engineers and researchers to doctors and businessmen, Evan envisioned having his own simulated environment solely dedicated to work, where they could all collaborate.

Something that would lessen his burden greatly.

Taking a deep breath, Evan asked Aurora, "Is the data collection complete? Is it usable?"

[Yes, Sir. The data collection is complete and in the process of being transferred. I'll now compile the information to create the virtual human models in the lab,] Aurora replied

Aurora would start by standardizing the data into a usable format. She would then use machine learning to extract key features from the data, such as neural patterns and behavioral traits. Next, she would build the virtual models using advanced 3D modeling and neural simulation techniques.

After she had created these models, she would calibrate them to ensure that they accurately reflect real human responses. Finally, the virtual models will be deployed into a dedicated environment for various applications, reducing Evan's workload and enhancing their operations.

After visiting a few universities, it was time for him to head back to Indra. But in mid-flight, Evan got a call from Aria.

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As Evan settled into his private jet, the hum of the engines provided a soothing backdrop to his thoughts.

The expansive view from the window offered a moment of quiet reflection. But suddenly, his phone rang, pulling him out of his reverie, he glanced at the screen and saw Aria's name flashing.

He answered the call, his precious calm face shifting to a mixture of curiosity and mild annoyance. "Aria, what's going on?"

On the other end, Aria's voice was steady but tinged with urgency. "Evan, a government spokesman has requested to speak with you. He says it's quite important."

Evan raised an eyebrow, his gaze narrowing as he leaned back in his seat. The unexpected nature of the call piqued his interest. "Important? What's this about?"

"They want to discuss cybersecurity and national defense," Aria explained, her tone filled with subtle concern. "It seems they believe your expertise might be crucial for their current initiatives."

Evan's eyes widened for a moment before he put the call on hold and looked for Aurora.

"Aurora, check if the call is being tracked and monitored."

[I have already checked the lines. And yes, we are monitored to some extent. They are specifically tracking Aria to reach you, as I have blocked all third-party access,] Aurora replied.

"Haaa..."

Evan sighed softly, rubbed his temples and tried to process the sudden development. He stared out the window, his thoughts racing. "Alright, arrange for a meeting. I'll take the call when we land."

"Understood," Aria responded promptly. "I'll make sure that everything is set up."

As the call ended, Evan leaned back in his seat, his expression became slightly troubled.

"It seems I will be caught in another trouble," he sighed while gazing out of the window.

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Due to a sudden change in the schedule, Evan was now forced to take another flight to Dilli.

As the jet touched down smoothly at the Dilli airport, Evan disembarked and was soon greeted by a government official already on standby and for some reason, this irked him.

'So when it comes to justice and help, you people are always late but for such missions given from above, you are always before time,' he thought, masking his irritation.

Evan stared at the man at the lead, whose face harbored a mask of cold professionalism and a very terrifying aura.

As Evan stepped out of the airport, the official waiting for him offered a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Mr. Evan, welcome to Dilli," the official said, his tone polite but devoid of any warmth.

Evan nodded curtly, noting the official's cold demeanor and the sharpness in their gaze. "Thank you. I appreciate the prompt arrangements."

The official's smile remained fixed as he gestured toward a waiting car. "Please, allow me to escort you to the meeting location. We have much to cover."

However, Mac and other guards stepped forward and the situation threatened to escalate until Evan stepped in.

"I will go with them and is it possible for my guards to follow?"

The Official stared at Evan's guards and after a moment nodded his head.

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Evan followed, his senses on high alert, noticing the official's rigid posture and calculating gaze.

Evan was taken aback by his inability to see through the insights of most of the people around him. There were several people dressed in black from head to toe. And it seemed like all of them were from special forces.

The official led Evan through the bustling terminal and into a waiting car, their conversation limited to occasional nods and brief exchanges.

The drive to the circuit house took them through the bustling streets, but his attention was fixed on the increasing security.

Armed guards and checkpoints became increasingly frequent, and the heavy security detail made him uneasy. He glanced at the official, a frown creasing his brow. "This level of security is unusual. Who exactly am I meeting?"

The official's expression remained neutral. "I'm afraid I cannot disclose further details. The meeting is of high importance."

The car arrived at the circuit house, a fortified building surrounded by an imposing security perimeter. Evan was subjected to a thorough security check, with his guards remaining outside the place.

There was a moment of tension as Evan attempted to assert his position, but he was informed that the guards could not be permitted inside. After a brief, tense exchange, Evan reluctantly agreed, his jaw tightening in frustration.

Inside the circuit house, Evan was guided through a series of corridors to a large, austere meeting room. The atmosphere was heavy with anticipation. Evan took his seat, his expression a mix of curiosity and apprehension as he glanced around the room, noting its stark, formal decor.

Moments later, the door opened, and a figure stepped inside.

Evan's eyes widened in shock as he recognized the person and his jaw dropped in disbelief.

'What the hell?'