"Fuu...," Tyler let out a deep breath, staring at his note.
After almost an hour, he was finally done with fleshing out the arbitrage trading sub-program idea.
He could've finished it much earlier, but his laptop's performance kept getting worse.
It had barely been two days since he launched VaultX, and the laptop hadn't been the same since.
He'd already noticed the lag earlier that morning when trying to withdraw from his trading account.
He suspected VaultX was the cause, but he hadn't expected it to get this bad so quickly.
"What was I expecting?" Tyler muttered, sighing. "Running something with Type-II potential on a consumer-grade laptop from a Type-0 civilization… of course it's going to crash."
Even before creating VaultX, Tyler knew hardware would be its biggest limitation.
That's why he intentionally dumbed it down to a level his laptop could handle. Unfortunately, even the heavily nerfed version was still too much for the machine.
Tyler frowned slightly as he thought of what to do. He can't just wait until VaultX crashes his laptop.
If that happens, he will have to get another laptop and create another VaultX. And the same thing will repeat itself again.
He has to look for an alternative. And fast.
Actually, Tyler had already thought of something. On his way to buy the laptop that day, he already knew that something like this would happen but he didn't expect it to happen so soon.
His only real alternative? Hosting VaultX on a server.
Initially, Tyler didn't want to go through with it—he was afraid of exposing himself. He didn't know exactly how powerful VaultX would become, but judging by the insane contents of the Specialized Knowledges in his head, he knew it would be enough to attract a lot of unwanted attention.
But seeing how his $2,000+ laptop was gasping for breath, he knew he no longer had a choice.
"Not just VaultX. The sheer volume of real-time data parsing and execution threads would kill the CPU before the UI even loaded. And the app? That's even more impossible," Tyler said to himself in a low and slightly frustrated voice.
It wasn't just these three but also the AI. If he really wants to build an AI with the level of intelligence and performance he wants, he will have to have to start thinking of how fix this crippling hardware limitations.
But the problem was that according to what he remembered in his past, the creation of AIs was only possible because of the GPU NVD created in 2014.
But even that GPU and those that were created after it, and enabled even better AI models won't be enough for the type of AI Tyler wants to build.
"It seems like I have no choice. I will have to build my own supercomputing server using GPUs that are at least five to ten times more advanced that the one announced to be released in 2028. But... I need funds for that too," Tyler sighed heavily, looking at his palm.
He couldn't help but feel like he was just getting farther and farther away from achieving his goal.
With the intentions to build a supercomputing server, he already estimated that he would need ten of billions of dollars for it and his future projects. And the knowledges purchase and unlock cost haven't been calculated.
With that added, he might even be looking to spend hundreds of billions of dollars.
Tyler's biggest problem was funds. He needs a source of unlimited funds that he can use anytime without restrictions.
This was why he created VaultX. It's goal was to continue siphon money from the financial market that nearly unlimited liquidity.
But it's being limited by hardware and regulatory flags.
Tyler sighed heavily once more when he thought about this. He knew that he has to do something immediately.
He can no longer be as relaxed as he was before. He has to step up his game.
"Fuck... This wasn't how I expected my regression to be like. I know that it won't easy but immediately needing hundreds of billions of dollars just five days after regression is crazy," Tyler muttered, massaging his temple.
"There's no use bitching about it. I was lucky enough to regress and even get a system. If I can't achieve anything, then I'm the biggest failure in history. I can't allow mom to die this time. I've already made a promise to save her no matter the cost and I intend to keep that promise," Tyler said, with clenched fists and a determined expression on his face.
He immediately got to work, opening the browser of his laggy laptop and searching on the web for servers he could use.
He wasn't looking for use to use top-tier servers. Even mid-tier servers were enough. All he need was enough computing power for VaultX and privacy.
Of course, he knew that privacy was an illusion woven by the government and organisations, but Tyler has to work around that.
One might ask if just creating stuffs was the only Tyler could think of as a way to make money. As a regressor, they would expect him to try selling future information to companies.
Information and knowledge they say is power. Tyler could potentially get a huge amount of money for selling this information. It naturally won't be billions of dollars, but he would easily get millions and even tens of millions of dollars.
Naturally, Tyler had thought of this but after looking at the risk to reward ratio, it wasn't looking good.
Even if he does his best to hide his identity and sells non-malicious information, there are people that would still come after him with malicious intent and he would still be found out.
There's a saying in the world that goes, when people with money, power and influence wants to find you, no matter how well you hide yourself, you will definitely be found out.
And Tyler, a sixteen years old who has nothing to his name and not a reliable way to hide himself, they will definitely find him in no time.
He can't take that risk. He can't put his mom and Devin in danger. He can't have them needlessly worrying about him. He needs to be responsible.
One might say that Tyler's fears are invalid and he's just being paranoid. But that wasn't the case at all.
As someone who had worked for powerful entities—high-net-worth individuals, hedge funds, and tech giants—Tyler understood exactly how they operated.
They were paranoid. They didn't like unexplained advantages.
If he started selling future information and it kept hitting? Some would suspect insider trading. Others might assume espionage.
The worst? They'd believe he was part of something bigger—something dangerous.
And once he made his first million that way, he'd be tracked, monitored, or worse—hunted. Either to squeeze more information out of him… or to erase the threat entirely.
And then comes the question no one can afford to ignore:
How did you know?
Even if he used anonymous accounts, sold harmless trends, and masked his tracks, someone—somewhere—would ask.
And if the wrong person asked that question… they'd find him.
Because people with money don't like being outsmarted. People with power don't like surprises. And people with both? They don't leave loose ends.
Tyler sighed heavily once more as he thought about this. He was never going to sell information he intends to use to benefit himself.
He naturally knew that he won't immediately become very rich after regressing but he would be lying if he said that he wasn't disappointed with reality.
But even with his disappointment, the fact that he even got the chance in the first place was more than most people could ever dream of—hell, more than reality should've allowed.
Sure, things weren't moving as fast as he wanted. The money wasn't flowing in rivers, and the world wasn't bending at his feet. But he had another shot. A real one. And that alone? That was priceless.
All he had to do now was not waste it and enjoy it with his family.
"Ahh... There you are," Tyler smiled, letting out a deep breath.
He finally found a mid-tier server capable of hosting VaultX, allowing it to perform even better.
Not only VaultX but also the sub-program he wants to create.
Immediately Tyler got to work. He created and account and made the necessary payment—$500 monthly.
With an account created, he launched VaultX's secure terminal and SSH'd into the server using his encrypted key file. The connection established in seconds, with a clean, responsive line.
He uploaded VaultX's core modules using SFTP, watching the progress bar inch forward with a quiet sense of satisfaction.
Once everything was in place, he installed the required dependencies, adjusted the environment paths, and configured the trade execution engine to match the server's specs.
Then he linked the bot to his trading accounts through encrypted API keys, double-checking every endpoint. He had already worked on the privacy issue and he no longer have worry about sensitive data being extracted by the server.
When it was done, he typed the final command:
./vaultx_main --deploy
The terminal blinked and VaultX came online.
Almost immediately, Tyler noticed that his laptop which had been screaming from fan overload, was suddenly quiet.
"Good. Now, onto the next."