Building The Strongest Family

Chapter 395: Dominion Metrics

Time flew by, and just like that, it’s been two weeks since the release of ONCURA. Thanks to this groundbreaking cure, the global infection rate has plummeted, and every day, countless lives are being saved around the world.

Osborn Pharmaceutical and Biotech Group has become synonymous with hope and healing, and many people are expressing deep gratitude toward them.

The dark clouds of depression and fear that once hung over Panterra have lifted, allowing people to stroll through the streets with smiles on their faces and a renewed sense of security.

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Dominion Sanctum: Arthur’s Study Room.

Inside, the study was wrapped in a peaceful silence, occasionally interrupted by the soft hum of holographic projectors.

Amber light flickered across the polished floor as Evolon appeared mid-air, moving with an elegance that was both precise and silent. Thousands of data panels floated in perfect circles, rotating with a mathematical grace.

Arthur sat at his desk, made of black obsidian glass, a wine glass resting casually in his hand. His reflection shimmered gently beneath the warm golden light.

The ambiance was one of careful order.

Evolon’s voice filled the room, smooth, calm, and steady.

"Patriarch," it began, "the update on our ONCURA deployment cycle is now complete."

Arthur listened quietly but acknowledged with a nod, signaling for the data to proceed.

The first projection transformed into a holographic map of Panterra, with continents bursting with vibrant colors.

Areas once marked in red for the devastation of the GENEBANE virus shifted to yellow, and then gradually to soft greens. Hospitals that had been marked with distress signals now shone with symbols of recovery.

Evolon provided the details clearly.

"The infection rate has dropped by 89.4%. Mortality rates have decreased from 47 million weekly to fewer than 400,000 worldwide. Active infections are declining at an average of 2.7 million per day."

As the map zoomed in on specific cities, the screens illuminated with updated statistics.

"In Verdania, seventy-two percent of the population has been inoculated. Varenya boasts an impressive ninety-eight percent. The Noctis Continent is now outperforming the global average in recovery by three times."

Arthur observed the shifting map in silence.

Evolon continued with unwavering confidence.

"If we maintain the current vaccination rates, we expect global stabilization in thirty-one days. All models predict that the GENEBANE contagion will reach dormant extinction within the next quarter cycle."

Its voice softened slightly as it added, "This will mark the first successful eradication of an airborne pathogen within a single fiscal quarter in recorded history."

The gravity of this announcement hung in the air for a moment.

Arthur savored a slow sip of wine, his gaze caught in the soft glimmer of the holographic globe.

"Proceed."

A second set of screens appeared, this time filled with dynamic numbers and charts shimmering in gold, dancing as if alive,each graph a pulse within an empire.

Evolon maintained its smooth, analytical tone, imbued with a hint of reverence.

"ONCURA’s sales revenue has reached a staggering nine hundred eighty-one trillion Unicreds worldwide. The average production cost per dose is twenty-seven Unicreds, yielding a profit margin of ninety-nine-point-nine-six percent."

Another panel flashed into view.

"Daily earnings currently stand at twenty trillion Unicreds. We’ve secured distribution contracts with one hundred seventy-one nations and are seeing a forty-eight percent week-on-week growth in cross-border medical partnerships."

The charts shifted like rolling waves.

"Osborn Pharmaceutical and Biotech Group now represents sixty-one percent of Panterra’s pharmaceutical economy in global exports."

Another window opened, featuring bar graphs depicting other companies competing in this space. Their revenues had sunk into the red.

"Aetheris Medical Holdings has declined by seventy-one percent. Pandora Health Systems has collapsed, and NexGen BioSolutions is facing an asset freeze due to international audits."

Arthur reclined slightly, a mysterious look on his face.

Evolon carried on.

"The stock value of Osborn Holdings has skyrocketed by 312% in just twelve days. Investors around the world are reshuffling their portfolios, pushing 57% of the total market liquidity into Osborn Industries."

A subtle smile began to form on Arthur’s lips.

"The weak support the strong," he said quietly.

Evolon took a moment before replying, "Actually, it’s the strong who set the stage for that support."

Arthur sighed softly. "Fair point."

News broadcasts filled the air with not only figures but also real human stories.

The streets of Panterra were packed with crowds celebrating. News anchors broke down in tears on live TV. Patients left hospitals on their own, with thin traces of dark veins on their arms, marks that had once indicated certain death.

Evolon continued to report.

"Public perception of Osborn Holdings is at an astounding 98% positivity. The global trust index is at an all-time high. Public discussions are now labeling Osborn Pharmaceutical and Biotech Group as ’Humanity’s Savior.’"

With a gesture, he brought up the latest headlines:

THE MIRACLE CURE IS HERE — HUMANITY OWES ITS LIFE TO THE OSBORNS.

ONCURA ELIMINATES GENEBANE: PANETTARA ENTERS A NEW ERA.

A NEW AGE FOR SCIENCE — ALL BECAUSE OF ONE FAMILY.

Evolon’s voice softened a bit, relishing the lyrical quality of its own narrative.

"Global morale has increased by 46%. Social unrest is down in kind. Even regional military officials are citing ONCURA as a stabilizing force in their economic forecasts."

The footage switched to celebrate spirited citizens waving holographic Osborn symbols.

"Public expressions of gratitude have been recorded in 622 major cities. The phrase ’Osborn saved us’ is currently trending as the most repeated line across the planetary data grid."

Arthur put down his glass, lost in thought. "That kind of veneration can be dangerous."

Evolon tilted its head ever so slightly. "Veneration brings order; fear maintains it. Both are now your tools."

Arthur stayed quiet, a faint spark in his eyes glimmering in the dim light.

The streams of data coalesced into a breathtaking visuals, an ethereal cathedral of light formed entirely from numbers.

Revenue graphs swirled elegantly; data on population recovery wove intricate fractal patterns in vibrant colors. Every figure seemed to pulse together, the lifeblood of an empire made tangible.

Evolon’s voice took on a melodic quality.

"Total doses distributed: 312 billion."

"Global cure rate: 87%."

"Remaining infection hotspots: negligible."

"Projected eradication of GENEBANE: 28 days."

A heavy silence fell, charged with meaning.

Arthur’s voice was soft, thoughtful. "Numbers speak the language of power. Each digit reflects a heartbeat of control."

Evolon looked at him with calm recognition. "And now you are fluent."

A final set of holographic images appeared, different from the earlier metrics. These were personal messages.

Evolon had gathered clips from broadcasts, personal anecdotes, and citizen entries.

A nurse in Verdania was in tears, hugging her recovered brother.

A young child drew the Osborn logo alongside a heartfelt "Thank you."

A priest from the Aurelian Federation called the cure "the manifestation of divine intelligence."

Evolon gently wrapped up.

"ONCURA has transcended being just a remedy, Patriarch. It represents quantified faith. Every data point and statistic signifies a human life restored to us."

Arthur sat in the shadows cast by the glow of the projections, warm yet cold.

He scanned the ocean of data that illustrated his empire as a mathematical construct.

"Faith can be fleeting," he finally remarked. "But dependency lasts eternally."

Evolon’s systems pulsed once in affirmation.

"Then humanity," it responded, "is forever reliant."

Arthur shifted his gaze from the screens to the expansive window in his study.

Dominion Sanctum sprawled out endlessly, its skyline shimmering under the night sky.

He lifted his glass once more, the subtle hues of red wine reflecting the warm golden light around him.