The Tycoon's Odyssey

However, there was still a long way to go for them before they could bring their ideas to life.

Simply handing over a blueprint wasn\'t enough; they needed to thoroughly comprehend and have the means to assimilate the knowledge.

Meanwhile, things with the government were getting tense.

Evan, after retiring, sat there with a solemn expression.

"I can\'t believe and place my hope in the government anymore. The way things are going, I have a feeling that I will soon be opposing them."

[Anyone with a right mind would oppose them. In the name of infrastructure, all they are building are wells and canals of potholes in the city. Corruption is rampant, the middle class is being squeezed to death with all kinds of unreasonable taxes without any benefits in return. The hard-earned tax money is being handed out as freebies to the lower strata to garner more votes.]

[However, the biggest plight that gives the government full autonomy is clown-like opposition on the other side. If only the opposition was strong and fought on meaningful things, the government wouldn\'t have such a free rein,] Aurora gave her opinion.

She had been quite old enough to know all this from the data collected through the app.

"Hmm! Don\'t underestimate them…These people whom you call clowns have tons of money. You wouldn\'t be a politician without having a brain."

"Each and every one of them are some lowest-level pieces of shit."

However, at that moment a sudden thought struck Evan.

"I wonder if it\'s the government\'s doing or the people behind them."

Since the day Steve threatened and took Breach Protector, Evan couldn\'t shake the words from his mind when the man said that the government was controlled by big families.

That statement came as a huge shock, shaking him to the core.

And who wouldn\'t be?

Just imagine a normal citizen who gives votes with hopes and aspirations, only to find out that the Prime Minister had already been decided, and they were just a formality and held no real significance.

So, what if the opposition was ordered to act like fools to give the current ruling party a more favorable impression?

Suri had confirmed the existence of real power in the background, but how much control these people actually had over the government was another matter.

Swinging Evan\'s thoughts, Aurora spoke up, [If that\'s the case, it\'s no wonder the entire media is acting like the government\'s lap dogs, trying to lick and kneel before it.]

"Hmm! Anything of significance happening lately?"

[Yes]

[I have found a link and noticed that a side branch from Mahajans is investigating you.]

"Huh!"

Evan almost fell off the chairs at the mention of the name.

"Mahajan… of the Mahajan Empire.."

[Umm!]

"Now, what do they want? How did I get caught up in this mess?" he wondered, rubbing his temples.

[I don\'t know for sure, but they seem to be investigating you since your return from USL. And for some reason, they are being very cautious.]

"How did you find that out? Did you hack them?" Evan asked curiously.

[Sir, the entire team has a System Manager on their phones and Breach Protector on Macs!] Aurora replied promptly.

"Pfftt!" Evan almost spat the water in his mouth.

"I see. Now, Aurora, do one thing for me: find me an island to buy. One that\'s untouched and not many can trespass on."

[I am on it.]

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Dilli, Indra…

The Indran Cyber Office of the Highest Branch stood as a fortress of digital security.

This elite agency, situated in a high-security facility, was responsible for protecting the nation\'s most critical digital infrastructure.

The office specialized in cybersecurity operations, digital forensics, threat intelligence, incident response, and research and development.

As a leading institution in the realm of cyber defense, the Indran Cyber Office was equipped with cutting-edge technology and staffed by top-tier experts. They were charged with the mission of shielding the nation\'s critical systems from cyber threats, investigating cybercrimes, and staying ahead of emerging threats through continuous research and development.

In this high-alert environment, a team of cybersecurity experts meticulously scanned the pen drive brought in by the agents. Their screens flicker with lines of code and security protocols, but despite their thorough examination, no malware or suspicious activity was detected.

The head of the team, a stern-faced man in his late forties, frowned in frustration. He then turned to his colleagues, his voice clipped. "There\'s nothing here. It\'s clean. But this code—it\'s unlike anything we\'ve seen before. I think we need to call in an expert."

A few hours later…

A middle-aged man, renowned for his unparalleled programming and hacking skills in Indra, was summoned. He walked in with a calm demeanor, his eyes sharp behind those thin-rimmed glasses on his nose. As he plugged the pen drive into his own terminal, he gave a curt nod to the team.

The room was silent except for the soft hum of machinery and the rhythmic clicking of keys. The expert\'s eyes widened as he reviewed the code. His fingers paused mid-air, and he gasped in shock, his jaw dropping slightly.

"What a marvelous piece of Art.."

For him, programming wasn\'t just a tool but a piece of art, one that was crafted using codes to bring a magical effect.

A signal line of code could bring forward an entire generation of technology when it\'s of high importance.

He leaned closer, scrutinizing the intricate lines and patterns with growing disbelief.

"This—this can\'t be real," he muttered, his voice trembling slightly. He glanced up at the team, his face a mixture of awe and concern. "Where did this come from? It\'s impossible for someone so young to create something like this."

One of the agents, who had been observing this, replied, "It was developed by a 22-year-old named Evan. He\'s a notable figure in tech circles."

The expert\'s eyes widened further, and he shook his head slowly. "A 22-year-old? This level of sophistication is beyond anything I\'ve ever encountered. The complexity, the algorithms—it\'s not just impressive, it\'s terrifying."

He straightened up, his expression serious. "This code…if it falls into the wrong hands, it could be catastrophic. We need to understand every facet of it, and quickly. The implications are massive."

The head of the team leaned forward, his brow furrowing in concern. "What do you suggest we do?"

The expert\'s face was grim as he continued typing, his focus unbroken. "We need to deconstruct this code thoroughly. Every line, every command—it\'s crucial that we understand its full capabilities. This is no ordinary software; it\'s a potential game-changer. And we need to proceed with the utmost caution."

As he spoke, his hands moved deftly over the keyboard, his eyes never leaving the screen. His colleagues watched him intently, the gravity of the situation evident in their expressions.

However, despite hours of effort, he failed to crack anything significant.

"What should we do now, Sir…?"

The man frowned and gasped his chin and spoke solemnly, "Agree to his demands."

"Sir, but the Honorable Home Min…."

He cut them off and spoke sharply, "I don\'t care…Tell him that if he doesn\'t want Indra\'s cyber security to collapse and be destroyed by others, he should agree. Greed is good, but he can only be greedy as long as Indra stands tall and continues to rise."