The days passed by uneventfully for Tyler. He spent it fleshing out his payment platform idea.
After an entire week, Tyler had finished fleshing out his idea. He could start building the platform whenever he wanted, but for now, he decided to put the plan on hold. He would begin soon—but only after initiating his new plan first.
The timing wasn't right just yet.
He also needed to start generating money with the LLCs first. But until then, he decided to put the payment platform plan on hold.
All ten LLCs had already been created. What was left now were the business bank accounts—Tyler couldn't proceed with creating trading accounts for them without those.
To open the accounts, he would need a total of $10,000 to $15,000 as initial deposits across all ten LLCs.
He had already done the calculations, and the money would be ready in a week. He planned to make four withdrawals over the coming week, which would total more than $10,000.
Even with everything going on, Tyler didn't spend the past week just focused on the payment platform or with his head buried in his plans. He also made sure to spend time with Devin and his mom whenever he could. He made sure to cherish every moment with them.
Their financial situation wasn't as dire as it used to be, and they could finally start to breathe a little easier.
Tyler had already advised his mom to quit her multiple jobs, but she hadn't done so yet. He understood her hesitation—there hadn't been any major changes so far.
Yes, they still weren't in a position where she could quit all her jobs completely, but he didn't want her to keep overworking herself either.
With VaultX and VaultPrime stealthily making money for him, Tyler no longer had to worry about finances.
The three new trading accounts had already been created, and VaultPrime had begun generating profits on them.
Everything had already been set in place and by next week, Tyler would earn his first millions.
At the moment, Tyler was in his room, looking at his status screen. He was surprised that the daily mission was still ongoing.
He had thought he would stop getting it after a week but even after twelve days, the daily mission was still going strong.
Not that Tyler was complaining. Why would he when it's something that benefits him?
After twelve days of consistently completing the daily mission,he now has 12 free Stat Points but he's yet to use them.
He intends to keep them until later in the future. He has no idea why but he felt that the time wasn't right to use them yet.
While he hadn't added any stat points or experienced any natural increases, Tyler could still feel his physique improving.
He hadn't suddenly become buff, ripped, or grown visible abs, but he could tell that his body had been gradually improving since he started the daily missions.
He felt himself becoming slightly stronger, faster, and more enduring. The changes weren't drastic—they were almost negligible even—but as someone keenly aware of his own body, he could feel the difference.
"I wonder how long the daily mission will last? Two weeks? A month?" He muttered to himself.
He had no idea how long it would last, but he hoped it would last as long as possible. The more free stat points he could get from it, the better.
As Tyler continued thinking about the system, stat points and the system store, his thoughts drifted to what he has been able to achieve since his regression.
It has been a whole twelve days since he regressed and in this twelve days, he had used a memory from his previous life to grab an opportunity for himself, buying a lottery ticket and winning $50,000—which after being extorted by the government, he was left with $35,000.
Using advanced knowledge from the system, he was able to create an advanced trading algorithm that can trade for him automatically and using it, he has made more $13,000.
It might not sound like much, but for context, it was nearly twice what he used to make monthly in his previous life as a financial analyst.
Even though he was only able to spend a small portion of the money on himself—and most of it went toward setting things in place—he was still happy with everything.
But while the money and the creation of two advanced trading algorithms were huge achievements, Tyler felt that his greatest accomplishment was being given a second chance with his family.
To him, that was all that truly mattered. They were one of the main reasons he was doing everything he could—to give them a better life.
"Hopefully by next week or so. I will start putting my new plan into action. And for that, I will greatly need the help of an adult. I wonder how David will feel if I try to employ him?" Tyler thought to himself.
The next part of Tyler's plan was something he could only describe as dangerous. Risky didn't even begin to cover it. It wasn't just illegal—it was the kind of move that could get someone quietly erased from existence.
And that was why he'd need an adult's help—someone willing, trustworthy, and completely off the radar. Because this was something he couldn't do alone. Not legally. Not logistically. Not in this version of the world.
Tyler knew the truth that most people never even bothered to think about: moving money was more dangerous than making it.
Making $500 million daily was insane in itself—but even crazier was trying to move that kind of money without triggering every compliance algorithm, alerting every financial watchdogs, and intelligence agencies on the planet.
His payment platform idea was good—brilliant, even. He had already started laying the groundwork for it.
With the specialized Financial Mathematics knowledge, he could build an app that could mask small transactions, blend routing paths, and leverage the fiat version of decentralized rails like crypto bridges and stablecoin liquidity pools.
It would use something way better than the military-grade encryption of his previous life, obfuscated identity layers, and adaptive risk-flag suppression mechanisms.
But even that had limits when it comes to moving that crazy amount.
The kind of system he could build now—even with all his system-enhanced knowledge and limited by Earth's infrastructure, and technological advancement—was still just a camouflage.
Nothing more than a smart, advanced mask to avoid scrutiny. It could help him hide $5 million, maybe even $50 million if he was extremely careful.
But $500 million per day?
That wasn't a transaction. That was an act of war in financial terms.
Every single cross-border transaction above a certain threshold was monitored. And not just by banks, but by central clearinghouses, international audit alliances, and even governments with their level of predictive AI that mapped money flows in real time.
The moment he tried routing half a billion dollars through anything even remotely normal, he'd trigger red flags in five countries. Minimum.
Which led to a brutal, unavoidable truth:
Even if Tyler built the most powerful fintech app the world had ever seen, it still wouldn't be enough.
The rails it would rely on—the SWIFT network, banking APIs, money transfer frameworks—all belonged to someone else.
And those someones were governments, regulators, and global institutions built specifically to stop people like him.
Unless…
Unless he became the one who owned the rails.
It sounded ridiculous on the surface, but it made perfect sense.
If he wanted to move $500 million a day without tripping every sensor, he needed to move it through a sovereign system. That meant controlling:
A central bank
A national treasury
State-cleared banking institutions
Customs and financial regulators
Telecom networks
And most importantly… legal cover.
Because once the transactions had the seal of legitimacy, no one would question them. It didn't matter how absurd the amounts were. If they were cleared at the central level, they would pass.
In other words, Tyler would have to take over a country—or at least enough of its infrastructure to control the movement of capital.
But this won't be done militarily. That would be suicide.
He had no army, soldiers or weapons.
But politically? Economically? Through debt, influence, and control of vital sectors?
That was doable. It wasn't going to be easy but it was doable.
There were dozens of small, underdeveloped, highly corruptible nations around the world—most with barely functional economies and banking systems held together by foreign aid, outdated code, and a few aging officials.
If Tyler picked the right one—preferably a country with:
Low regulatory transparency
High dependency on foreign loans
Weak cybersecurity infrastructure
And internal power struggles…
Then he could begin working behind the scenes.
Buy lands, invest in infrastructure, replace legacy systems under the guise of modernization. Build goodwill with key figures through intermediaries. Install his own banking framework, his own payment rails, and eventually install his own people in key financial and political roles.
And once he controlled the central switch, he'd route money as the system itself, not as a user of the system.
That was the plan but it was risky. Extremely risky.
Because if anyone—anyone—caught wind of what he was doing, the fallout wouldn't be a slap on the wrist or a tax audit.
Governments would label him a threat to international security.
Financial authorities would blacklist him globally.
Private militaries, hostile corporations, and intelligence agencies could start hunting him.
And if he got too close to pulling it off? Someone might kill him to stop it.
But Tyler wasn't naïve. He knew the risks. He wasn't rushing into this blindly. That's why this plan wasn't for now—it was for later. For when he had more capital, more coverage and more protection.
For now, he would focus on building himself, developing the payment platform so it could be deployed at a moment's notice, and creating a structure that would both hide his identity and protect his family.
Because when it was time to play on the global level… only the ones with a seat at the table got to make the rules.
And Tyler wasn't interested in playing by someone else's rules in this life. He was going to write his own.