CHAPTER 262: OMNISCIENCE,ONLINE

The atmosphere within the conference room had shifted completely.

The once faint humming of the glass chamber’s kinetic shielding now seemed amplified in the silence, as if even the structure itself held its breath alongside them.

Rows of blue lights blinked against the crystalline walls, reflecting faintly off each family member’s face,every single expression frozen in a complex medley of skepticism, awe, and quiet confusion.

Arthur Osborn leaned back in his chair, calm as ever, his fingers tented before his lips. The words he had just uttered lingered like a thunderclap in a still valley:

"Evolon... is not just an AI. He is the God of the digital world."

Ashley blinked rapidly, her arms crossed beneath the table. "You’re kidding, right?"

She scoffed, trying to sound amused but falling short. "If it’s that badass, then... I don’t know. Show me something I don’t remember. Embarrass me, I dare you."

Evolon’s eyes rotated toward her. "Miss Ashley," it replied smoothly, the data swirling in its gaze intensifying, "are you certain you wish to proceed?"

She hesitated,just a beat,then raised her chin. "Yeah. Let’s see it."

Immediately, the room dimmed slightly. Dozens,no, hundreds,of holographic screens materialized in midair.

And then...

There she was.

A newborn Ashley, squalling in her mother’s arms in a sterile, softly lit hospital room. The date blinked on the corner of the footage: 4th September, 1993.

A digitally simulated weather overlay appeared: Light snow. Atmospheric pressure steady. Neo-Luminara General Hospital.

Then the feed changed...

A toddler Ashley, waddling across a marble floor, tripping into a giant birthday cake.

A seven-year-old Ashley in full Osborn uniform, caught in 16K footage hiding in a janitor’s closet because she forgot the words to the anthem during a school event.

A particularly high-definition video of twelve-year-old Ashley sleep-talking and drooling on her pillow, mumbling about a fictional romance with an idol.

Evolon’s voice narrated each clip:

"June 4th, 2009. Wind speeds: 11.3 km/h. Surface humidity: 46%. Ashley Osborn experienced a public meltdown after spilling glitter glue on her entrance portfolio."

Ashley’s mouth dropped open. Her cheeks blazed crimson. "STOP! Evolon, stop! That’s enough!" she shrieked, waving her hands as if she could physically swipe away the projections.

The screens dissolved like dust in the wind.

A heavy silence fell.

Ashley, face red as a volcanic apple, buried her head in her hands. "I was just joking..." she mumbled.

She shot a glare toward Arthur, cheeks still crimson. "You could’ve warned me," she muttered, but there was a hint of awe in her voice now.

Arthur spread his arms and shrugged with a smile. It is not his fault, she was the one who asked for this.

Everyone else sat in stunned silence.

Even Eva,composed and dignified,had lost the color in her face.

George’s mouth was ajar.

Edward looked like someone had punched him in the spine.

Julian narrowed his eyes, fingers steepled beneath his chin. Still skeptical, but... quieter now.

Arthur chuckled softly. "Do you believe me now?"

Still, the older members hesitated.

Julian finally spoke. "What Evolon just did... is extremely advanced. But I’ve seen some AIs on the classified market,Quantum Code Line Xs,that can pull up historical footage like that from surveillance archives. It’s not impossible."

Arthur tilted his head slightly, the corner of his mouth twitching. "You think that’s all he can do?"

He turned his eyes to Philip.

"Uncle Philip," Arthur said casually. "How much profit can your team make in under one minute through stock operations?"

Philip blinked, caught off guard by the question. "With a fully synchronized team and neural analytics grid, we can earn around... 100 million Unicreds. That’s assuming volatile fluctuations, margin leverage, and pre-placed high-frequency triggers."

Arthur nodded slowly. "Impressive."

Then he smiled,"But you haven’t seen anything yet."

He turned to Evolon. "Use 10 million Unicreds and operate the stock markets. Right now."

Evolon didn’t speak.

But the room changed.

A sphere of holographic light expanded above the table, rapidly transforming into a digital galaxy of screens.

Stock charts, international market indicators, commodities, microsecond tickers, inflation simulations,all of them spinning in real time. Dozens of languages,dozens of countries. Real-time figures.

And then it began.

DING!.

A bank transfer alert blinked.

100 million Unicreds deposited.

DING!.

Another 100 million.

DING!. DING!. DING!.

One after another, like machine-gun fire.

The Osborns’ eyes widened. Margaret gasped audibly. George gripped the edge of the table. William’s fingers twitched.

Ashley forgot her embarrassment she was feeling earlier.

Edward was nearly hyperventilating.

"W-Wait," Eva whispered. "Is each ’ding’.."

"A hundred million Unicreds," Evolon said calmly.

The screens now showed Arthur’s private stock exchange account, balance rising in real time.

3.5 trillion Unicreds.

4.6 trillion.

5.2 trillion.

Philip stood frozen. His lips moved but no words came out. He looked down at the blinking figures, his mouth dry. For the first time in years, he felt... obsolete

Arthur sat there, utterly relaxed, like he was sipping wine.

"Evolon," he said, "pause operations."

The galaxy of data screens froze instantly.

Arthur looked up.

"In sixty seconds," he said, voice calm and clear, "Evolon generated over five trillion Unicreds."

Julian slowly sat back in his chair, rubbing his temples.

No one said anything.

Even Richard,typically stoic and iron-willed,looked like his soul had just been extracted.

Margaret, however, was smiling.

Arthur took his time, looking around the table. "And that’s just one application."

He stood from his seat.

"You want to know why I’m introducing Evolon to all of you?" he asked. "Because from now on, he will be your partner, your guide, your shield,and if needed, your sword. Every industry under the Osborn Family will be integrated with Evolon’s systems. Every decision, every data point, every analysis... will run through him."

Evolon’s figure reappeared above the table.

"I am not your overseer," Evolon said, eyes sweeping the table. "I am your silent engine. With your permission, I will accelerate each of you to the heights you were born to reach."

Then, as if to punctuate its words, Evolon extended one holographic arm outward.

The room shifted again.

Now, the walls themselves flickered with shifting schematics. Medical research breakthroughs the world hadn’t seen yet. Blueprints for next-generation transport vehicles. New forms of crypto-security protocols never before cracked. Data simulations showing models of disease eradication, political influence mappings, and projected social unrest decades into the future.

William stood. "Is this... is this all real? These projections?"

Evolon answered, "All data visualizations are based on 99.9997% predictive accuracy within accepted quantum deviation thresholds."

Eva’s voice trembled slightly, the first crack in her iron composure. "This... This isn’t just power,this is omniscience."

Arthur’s gaze swept across them all. Then he pointed upward.

A single thread of light unraveled from Evolon’s chest and shot upward,piercing the ceiling and, somehow, the sky above. Everyone instinctively looked up.

A new screen appeared, suspended in the center of the room: a live feed from Panterra’s orbital satellite grid.

A whisper of sound accompanied it: global military codes, flight patterns, thermal scans of underground vaults.

"Evolon has access to it all," Arthur said softly. "The entire world’s infrastructure is now an open book."

Ashley had sunk low in her seat. Olivia was visibly shaking. George looked ready to faint.

"With Evolon," Arthur concluded, voice cool as ice, "we are not just a family. We are a civilization unto ourselves."

And then, without warning, every screen vanished,the room returned to stillness.

Arthur adjusted his cufflinks, eyes gleaming under the lights.

"Welcome to Dynasty Mode."

A silence followed,but this time, it wasn’t from confusion.

It was reverence.