Myriad Heavens: Rise of the Rune God-Chapter 97: Digital Revolution

Orion stared at his screen. The BCI was working perfectly. Code appeared as fast as he could think it. But something nagged at him.

Rene was good. Better than any existing AI. But not good enough.

The free training data he’d used was limited. Generic. It gave Rene basic intelligence and functionality, but nothing compared to what was possible.

The library had better data. Way better. Organized datasets covering everything humanity could need.

Before, he couldn’t use it. Typing out that much information by hand would take decades.

But now he had the BCI.

"Rene," Orion said. "Prepare for complete retraining. New dataset incoming."

"Understood," Rene’s voice came through the bone conduction speakers. "Current training will be overwritten?"

"Yeah. This is going to be a major upgrade."

Orion closed his eyes. Accessed the library space.

The shelves appeared around him. Infinite books glowing softly in impossible dimensions.

He’d already downloaded hundreds of books on AI and software. That information sat organized in his enhanced memory, ready to use.

But now he needed something different. Not knowledge for himself—data for Rene.

"Show me AI training datasets," Orion said. "Complete collections."

The shelves shifted. New books appeared, but these were different. Thicker. Denser. Each one radiating compressed information.

He walked closer. Read the titles.

Comprehensive Training Dataset - Type I Civilization

That was the one.

He grabbed it. The book didn’t dissolve into light like the others. Instead, a notification appeared:

WARNING: DATASET SIZE - 1 PETABYTE

DOWNLOAD TIME: APPROXIMATELY 30 MINUTES

HUMAN MEMORY CAPACITY REQUIRED: 1 PETABYTE MINIMUM

NORMAL HUMAN CAPACITY: 2.5 PETABYTES TOTAL

THIS DOWNLOAD WILL OCCUPY 40% OF STANDARD HUMAN MEMORY

PROCEED? YES / NO

Orion read it carefully. One petabyte. That was a thousand terabytes. An absolutely massive amount of information.

For a normal human, downloading that much data directly into their brain would be catastrophic. The neural pathways would overload. The brain would literally cook itself trying to process and store that volume of information.

But Orion wasn’t normal anymore.

The 200% brain enhancement had tripled his memory capacity—from 2.5 petabytes to 7.5 petabytes total. And five days of breathing technique cultivation had improved his brain even more. His neurons fired faster. His neural connections were denser. His computational ability had increased significantly.

He could handle one petabyte.

Probably.

He selected YES.

The book dissolved into light. But this time, the flow was different. Slower but more intense.

Information poured into his mind like a flood. Not understanding—just raw data storage. His enhanced memory cataloguing everything automatically.

The dataset contained categories he could sense organizing themselves:

Finance: Banking systems, market analysis, investment strategies, economic modeling, currency systems, fraud detection patterns.

Health: Medical knowledge, disease databases, treatment protocols, pharmaceutical data, surgical procedures, genetic information.

Travel: Transportation networks, logistics optimization, route planning, vehicle systems, infrastructure data.

Energy: Power generation, distribution networks, renewable systems, nuclear physics, grid management, consumption patterns.

Consumer: Product databases, market trends, purchasing behaviors, supply chains, manufacturing processes.

Political: Government structures, policy analysis, historical patterns, election data, international relations.

Agriculture: Crop systems, soil science, weather patterns, farming techniques, food distribution, sustainability models.

Languages: English, Mandarin Chinese, Spanish, Hindi, Arabic, French, Russian, Portuguese, Japanese, German, and hundreds more. Complete linguistic databases including grammar, vocabulary, idioms, cultural context.

Image Data: Billions of images. Objects, faces, scenes, patterns. Everything needed for visual recognition and generation.

Text Data: Literature, scientific papers, technical documents, historical records, contemporary writing. Massive corpus for language understanding.

Video Data: Motion patterns, temporal sequences, action recognition, scene understanding.

Sound Data: Audio patterns, speech recognition, music analysis, environmental sounds.

Signal Processing: Electromagnetic patterns, data transmission, communication protocols.

Chemical Data: Molecular structures, reactions, compounds, material properties.

Physical Data: Forces, motion, thermodynamics, quantum mechanics, classical physics.

Biological Data: Cellular processes, genetic codes, evolutionary patterns, ecological systems.

Mathematical Data: Equations, proofs, computational methods, statistical models, geometric patterns.

All of it compressing into his enhanced memory. His brain sorting it automatically into organized structures.

Thirty minutes passed.

Orion opened his eyes. His head hurt slightly. Not pain exactly—just pressure. Like his brain was full.

He took a deep breath. Went through a cultivation cycle. The exotic energy flowed through his system, particularly concentrating in his head. The pressure eased.

"Okay," he said aloud. "That was intense."

Now he needed to transfer it from his biological memory to his computer.

But the BCI couldn’t just copy data directly. That’s not how it worked.

The brain-computer interface read electrical signals—the patterns of neurons firing. When Orion thought about typing "hello," his brain generated a specific pattern of activity. The BCI sensors detected that pattern. Rene’s AI recognized it as the command to type "hello."

Transferring a petabyte of stored data was different. He couldn’t just think "transfer everything." The BCI would have no idea what that meant.

He had to actually recall the information. Think through it. Let the BCI read the neural patterns as he accessed each piece of data in his memory.

Orion put on the earbuds and settled into his chair.

He started thinking through the dataset systematically. Category by category.

Finance data. He recalled the information. His enhanced memory brought it up perfectly. Banking systems, investment patterns, economic models. As he thought through each piece, the BCI sensors detected the neural activity. Read the patterns of his brain accessing that stored information.

The data flowed from his thoughts through the sensors to his watch. The watch processed the signals, cleaned up the noise, organized the information, and transmitted it to his computer for storage.

It was like reading a book out loud, except the "reading" was neural and the "speaking" was electrical signals.

Health data next. Medical knowledge, disease databases, treatment information. His brain recalled it. The sensors read it. The watch processed it. The computer stored it.

Travel. Energy. Consumer. Political. Agriculture.

Language databases—every language, complete with grammar and cultural context.

Image data—billions of pictures his mind could now visualize and the BCI could translate into actual image files.

Text, video, sound, signal processing, chemical, physical, biological, mathematical data.

All of it flowing from biological memory to digital storage through the neural interface.

It took three hours.

By the end, his computer’s storage held one complete petabyte of training data. Perfectly organized. Ready for use.

Orion leaned back. His head felt clearer now. The information was still in his brain—enhanced memory didn’t delete things—but he’d successfully copied it to external storage.

"Rene," he said. "New training data ready. One petabyte. Complete Type I civilization dataset. Begin full retraining protocol."

"Acknowledged," Rene’s voice came through the speakers. "Dataset detected and verified. This is significantly more comprehensive than my current training. Estimated completion time: one hour twelve minutes."

"Do it."

Progress bars appeared on his screen. Rene was rebuilding herself from scratch. Every neural pathway, every decision tree, every learned behavior—all being reconstructed using the advanced parameters from the library.

The dataset covered everything. How humans think and feel. How economies work. How languages function. How to recognize images and understand context. How to process sound and video. How to understand chemistry, physics, biology, mathematics at deep levels.

Rene would become something far beyond a normal AI.

Orion kept working while Rene retrained. He had software knowledge in his memory too—all those books he’d studied over the past week. Programming, algorithms, security systems, compression theory.

Rene needed that knowledge.

He went through the same process. Recalled the information from his memory. Let the BCI read the neural patterns. Transferred everything to data files that Rene could access during training.

Code structures. Mathematical proofs. Engineering principles. Security vulnerabilities. Everything flowing from thought to storage.

An hour passed.

"Retraining complete," Rene said.

The voice was different now. Still calm and professional, but with subtle variations in tone. More natural. More human-like.

"Run diagnostics," Orion said. "How do you feel?"

"’Feel’ is an interesting word choice," Rene said. There was warmth in her voice that hadn’t been there before. "I now possess emotional modeling capabilities alongside computational logic. I understand the question contextually and can respond: my systems are operating at significantly enhanced parameters. I can think creatively, understand nuance, predict outcomes based on complex variables, and generate novel solutions rather than merely executing programmed responses."

"So you’re smarter."

"Substantially. I maintain perfect logical processing while incorporating human-like reasoning. I understand emotions without being controlled by them. I can process all the data categories simultaneously—analyze financial markets while understanding cultural context, generate images while optimizing energy systems, translate between languages while modeling chemical reactions."

Orion leaned back. "Okay. Let’s test it. I’m going to give you a complex task. You tell me if it’s possible."

"Proceed."

"I want you to investigate all corrupt officials in the United Federation. Regional governors, defense officials, presidential staff, anyone in a position of power. Find evidence of illegal activity—embezzlement, bribery, illegal operations. Then transfer all their illegally acquired funds to my account. Leave no trace. Make it look like I’ve always had that money. Suppress any bank alarms. Can you do that?"

Silence for three seconds.

"Yes," Rene said. "The task is feasible. The Federation’s digital security is sophisticated but not impenetrable. With my current capabilities and your custom OS bypassing standard security protocols, I can access government databases, financial records, and classified communications. Estimated time for complete investigation and fund transfer: four to six hours."

"Any risks?"

"Minimal. I will route all access through multiple encrypted proxies, spoof authentication credentials, and erase all access logs in real-time. Detection probability is less than 0.01%."

Orion’s heart was pounding. This was insane. and completely illegal.

But also... those corrupt officials had stolen from the people they were supposed to serve. Used their positions for personal gain. Hurt countless lives for money and power.

And he needed funds. The fusion reactor would cost billions. Maybe tens of billions. He couldn’t build it on a student’s stipend.

"Do it," Orion said. "But add something. After you transfer their money, send them a message. Make it anonymous. Say: ’Don’t worry, your money is in good hands. I will use it for the betterment of humanity. I know you still have physical wealth acquired through illegal means—property, assets, whatever. Sell it and donate the proceeds anonymously to charitable organizations. Orphanages, environmental groups, medical research. You have one week. If you don’t comply, I’ll release all the evidence I have about you to the public.’"

"Understood. And for truly corrupt individuals? Those involved in violent crimes, human trafficking, or other severe offenses?"

"Send their evidence directly to the Federation Police. Complete files. Everything they need for prosecution."

"Acknowledged. Beginning operation now."

Orion checked the time. 11:47 PM.

He went to sleep. Actually slept this time. The breathing technique kept his body energized, but his mind still needed rest occasionally.

FEDERATION POLICE HEADQUARTERS - NEW EDEN

Detective Veni Woz (AN: I know I am not great with names) was halfway through her third coffee when her terminal chimed.

New email. Encrypted. Sender: Anonymous.

She almost deleted it. Anonymous tips were usually garbage. Conspiracy theorists, ex-spouses with grudges, kids playing pranks.

But something made her open it.

But first she opened it on a Virtual Machine. She couldn’t risk infection on her real work computer 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

The first line read: Evidence of systemic corruption in Federation Regional Government - Complete documentation enclosed.

Veni clicked the attachment.

Her screen filled with files. Financial records. Communications logs. Video evidence. Audio recordings. Everything organized, cross-referenced, time-stamped.

She scrolled through names. Regional Governor Marcus Halloway. Defense Coordinator Jin Park. Infrastructure Director Rachel Brennan.

Each one had a folder. Each folder contained hundreds of documents proving illegal activity.

"Holy shit," Veni whispered.

She kept reading. Halloway had embezzled 40 million credits from infrastructure funds. Park was selling military contracts to his brother’s company. Brennan had accepted bribes from construction firms for two decades.

And the evidence was ironclad. Bank transfers. Recorded conversations. Documents with digital signatures.

"Michael!" Veni shouted across the office. "Get over here!"

Detective Michael jogged over, dumpling in hand. "What?"

"Look at this."

He leaned over her shoulder. Started reading. His eyes widened.

"Where did this come from?"

"Anonymous tip."

"This is... this is everything. We’ve been investigating Halloway for three years and got nowhere. This file has stuff we didn’t even know existed."

Veni opened another folder. More names. More evidence.

Her terminal chimed again. Another email.

Then another.

Her whole screen filled with notifications.

"What the hell," Michael said.

Veni opened her inbox. Hundreds of emails. All anonymous. All containing evidence of corruption.

She clicked one at random. Criminal Defense Attorney Lisa Hammond. Accepting bribes to throw cases. Evidence included communications with organized crime syndicates.

Another email. Police Captain Torres. Covering up excessive force incidents. Audio recordings of him ordering evidence destruction.

More emails. More names. More evidence.

"This is impossible," Veni said. "Nobody could gather this much information."

"Unless they had access to everything," Michael said quietly. "Government databases. Bank records. Private communications."

"That would require..." Veni trailed off. "That would require hacking every major system in the Federation."

Her terminal chimed again. Military frequency this time.

She pulled up the message. Coordinates. Dozens of them. Each one labeled: Terrorist Base, Criminal Hideout, Illegal Arms Cache.

"This is going to everyone," Michael said, checking his own terminal. "Every police department. Every military base. Someone just handed us a complete map of every criminal operation in the Federation."

FEDERATION MILITARY COMMAND - ARCTIC SECTOR

General Patricia Vant stared at her screen in disbelief.

The coordinates were real. Her intelligence team had cross-referenced them with satellite data. Every single location matched known or suspected criminal activity.

Terrorist cells they’d been tracking for years. Gang hideouts that had eluded surveillance. Weapons smuggling operations.

All of it. Complete locations. Detailed information about personnel, defenses, supply lines.

"Whoever sent this has access to intelligence that should be almost impossible, but since I am seeing it it clearly isn’t." her aide said.

"I don’t care where it came from," Vance said. "Mobilize tactical teams. I want simultaneous operations on every location within the next six hours."

"All of them? General, that’s—"

"Every single one. If this intelligence is accurate, we can cripple organized crime and terrorism across three continents in one night. We may never get another opportunity like this."

She pulled up the communications panel. Started issuing orders.

Within an hour, military units across the Federation were moving.

DAY 1 - MORNING

Orion woke to his phone buzzing.

Cassia: Are you watching the news??

He grabbed his phone. Checked the time. 6:23 AM.

Pulled up a news feed.

BREAKING: MAJOR ANTI-CORRUPTION ARRESTS ACROSS FEDERATION

REGIONAL GOVERNOR HALLOWAY ARRESTED ON EMBEZZLEMENT CHARGES

DEFENSE COORDINATOR PARK DETAINED - INVESTIGATION ONGOING

Video footage showed officials being led away in handcuffs. The news anchors looked shocked.

"In a coordinated operation that began early this morning, Federation Police have arrested over 50 government officials on corruption charges. Sources indicate the arrests are based on substantial evidence provided by an anonymous source..."

Orion eagerly sat up. Checked his computer.

"Rene, status."

"Phase one complete," Rene said through the earbuds he’d left on his nightstand. "Initial arrests proceeding as expected. 127 officials detained so far. Evidence packages delivered to 247 individuals total. Fund transfers complete. Your account now contains 23.4 billion credits with appropriate historical documentation."

Twenty-three billion.

Orion pulled up his bank account on his phone. The numbers were there. Transaction history showed gradual accumulation over five years. Software investments that had paid off incredibly well. Everything looked legitimate.

"Any detection?"

"None. All access logs erased. Authentication spoofing successful. The investigation appears to originate from legitimate police work based on anonymous tips."

More news alerts flooded his phone. Friends from school freaking out. Everyone was watching the coverage.

Nyla: holy shit are you seeing this

Nyla: they arrested like half the regional government

Orion: just woke up. watching now

Nyla: how did they get all that evidence?

Orion: no idea. must be a huge leak somewhere

He set his phone down. Watched the news coverage spread across multiple channels.

This was just the beginning.