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Chapter 52: Arrival in Gumua

Chapter 52: Chapter 52: Arrival in Gumua

At the terminal, Tyler could be seen saying goodbye to his mom and Devin. He saw the worry hidden behind his mom’s smile and he hugged her.

"I will be fine, mom. I promise to come back soon. Also, I will be keeping you updated daily and David will also be there," he said, hugging her tight.

Helena sniffled, forcing back a year as she hugged Tyler back tightly. She held him tightly, not wanting to let go.

"Mom," Tyler called out softly.

Helena sighed heavily, as she finally let go.

"Stay safe okay? Don’t wander around too much. Call me everyday as promised and always stay by David’s side," she said, cupping his face gently.

"Yes, mom. I promise. I will be safe," Tyler gave a reassuring smile.

Helena couldn’t believe that her baby boy had grown to the point where he needs to travel out for business trips.

A 16 years old going for a business trip. Who would believe something like that? But it’s the truth.

The truth was that she doesn’t want this for her baby boy, but she understood that this was what he wants. She can’t stop him even if she wants to, she can only show her support.

Tyler turned to look at Devin, who was looking at him with teary eyes. He bent down and hugged him tightly, caressing his hair softly.

"Buddy, I’m going to be away for a while. So while I’m away, I want you to do something for me. You will be the man of the house. I want you to protect mom, take care of her, make sure she eats and do her workout regularly. Can you do that?" He asked softly.

"Yes, big bro," Devin nodded, still fighting back the tears from falling.

Tyler smiled proudly seeing this. He tousled Devin’s hair lightly and squeezed his muscles gently.

"Good boy. I will be trusting you then," he said, placing a finger on Devin’s chest.

He stood up, gave his mom a small smile and a polite nod before picking up his luggage from his seat, and making his way to the jet bridge.

He walked down the jet bridge, boarding the aircraft and taking his seat. He booked first class, so he got to sit in the luxury section.

Tyler walking into the luxurious cabin alone naturally attracted some attention, earning himself some side glances, subtle double takes, very few disapproving looks and indifferences.

He saw these but he was unaffected. He has no idea who most of these people are and he’s not interested enough to ask.

He still had to sort out some of his plans. He was now finally making a trip to Gumua and he has no idea when he will be back.

He has to screen the applicants, take them to the border warehouses to reassemble the equipments that were broken apart. After that, then he will get started on the GPU.

He had done a rough calculation for the number of GPUs he would need for the AI, and it was 1,000.

This amount can’t be created in a day, neither can it be done in a week or two. It will take him at least nearly four weeks to a month to get them ready. After that, the custom computer comes next.

Another thing that Tyler have to take care of was the land he would need for growing th3 farm produce he and his family would eat.

He also have to start looking for he will build their place of residence. And then, there’s also his plan that relates to creating a company that will serve as a face for his empire.

Though the company creation plan was still far away. He will start working on it after he’s done creating the AGI.

For now, he will flesh it out and let it marinate.

The plane rumbled to life beneath him as the engines began their final pre-flight check.

Tyler leaned back into his plush first-class seat, watching the ground crew bustle around through the small oval window.

The air around the cabin had that expensive, sterile scent—leather, filtered air, faint notes of polished wood.

As the aircraft slowly taxied toward the runway, he closed his eyes for a moment, letting the gravity of it settle in.

This was it. His first international flight in both lifetimes.

In his past life, he’d never even left the country. Money, opportunity, and timing had all worked against him.

Airports had been dreamscapes viewed through TV screens and movies—worlds for people richer, freer, luckier.

Now here he was, sitting in a fully reclined first-class seat on a long-haul international flight, headed to a foreign land for a business trip most adults would struggle to manage.

His phone buzzed one last time. It was from his mom.

"Let me know when you land. Love you, my genius boy."

He smiled, tucked the phone into airplane mode, and sighed.

The aircraft lined up on the runway and the captain’s voice filtered through the cabin speakers, announcing final preparations.

Tyler tightened his seatbelt as the engines surged louder, building up to a thunderous crescendo.

Then came the rush.

The cabin shook gently as the plane accelerated down the runway, the G-force pressing him back into the seat. And then, with a smooth tilt, the wheels lifted off the tarmac.

Tyler watched the ground fall away—the city shrinking, clouds rushing toward them.

He was airborne. He looked out of the window as the clouds engulfed the plane, enjoying the view.

Once the plane reached cruising altitude, the lights dimmed to a comfortable glow and the crew began moving through the aisles.

A stewardess offered him a hot towel, then a selection of juices and appetizers. He accepted politely but didn’t eat much.

Instead, he reclined his seat, pulled the blanket up to his chest, and let his mind drift, enjoying the atmosphere and atmosphere.

Sleep came easily. Hours passed in a blur of turbulent dreams and half-conscious reflections.

Occasionally, he’d stir and glance at the flight tracker screen in front of him—watching the little aircraft icon inching across the globe.

When the pilot finally announced descent, Tyler was already awake, gazing out the window as dawn light began breaking on the horizon.

The aircraft began its slow drop, piercing the clouds over Gumua’s capital. From above, the country looked green and vast—patches of forest, farmland, and dense city zones.

The airport came into view: not flashy, but functional. Towering palms lined the perimeter. The runway looked freshly repaved.

Touchdown was smooth.

The plane taxied toward the terminal of Gumua International Airport—the only international airport in the country.

Tyler stepped off the aircraft with a calm confidence. His first breath of humid, earthy air hit him like a wave—thick with the scent of soil, smoke, and something alive. This place was different.

As he exited the terminal, he saw David immediately.

Dressed in a linen shirt and sunglasses, David leaned against a black SUV, arms folded, a small smile on his face.

"Welcome to Gumua," David said, walking forward to grab Tyler’s luggage.

Tyler nodded. "It’s hotter than I thought."

"That’s because you just got off a climate-controlled aircraft into the real world," David smirked. "Let’s get moving. Got a penthouse waiting for you."

The drive took roughly thirty minutes. They drove past a mixture of colonial-era buildings, scattered industrial zones, and patches of unregulated commercial activity.

Roadside sellers waved palm wine bottles and cheap tech knock-offs. Motorcycles weaved dangerously between cars. Large billboards advertised local telecoms and alcohol companies.

Despite the chaos, there was a rhythm to it. The city pulsed with ambition and desperation alike.

Eventually, they reached the hotel.

It stood tall above the skyline—glass, steel, and LED highlights. It wasn’t a luxury palace by global standards, but in Gumua, it was a gem.

The lobby shimmered with polished marble and dark wood. Security was tight. Staff well-trained.

David led Tyler up a private elevator to the top floor.

The penthouse was impressive.

High ceilings. Floor-to-ceiling windows. A view of the city’s green hills. The furniture was minimalist—dark oak, matte black leather, and bronze accents. A private chef was already prepping lunch in the open-concept kitchen.

But Tyler didn’t care for any of it.

He dropped his duffel bag on the couch and turned to David.

"I want to see the first applicant. Now."

"You just got off a seven-hour flight." David blinked in surprise.

"I don’t care," Tyler replied. "Let’s get started."

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