Becoming the Richest Man Alive

Robin soon found himself disappointed.

Looking at the diagram that was almost impossible for him to break before him. It looked just like a

maze. Casper marveled for the first time at Robin’s ingenuity.

He’s not a typical dumb heir. Money alone can’t secure his position as the face of the Firewolf Chamber

of Commerce, after all. That’s too big a risk. I never imagined that his talents lay in sorcery, which is a

pretty unique skill.

This cursed place played tricks on Casper’s eyes; the exits were not what they seemed.

Casper knew that every segment had its spell to remove the curse. At the same time, there was a real

and a decoy exit as well.

I can either decipher the spell or identify the real exit, but how should I start with either of them?

Frustrated, Casper roared, “Keep quiet if you want to get out of this place!”

He knew he needed to remain calm. A simple, careless mistake could be fatal.

The room quietened down, and it was so silent one could hear a pin drop.

Though his grandpa had forced him to study magic spells, Casper was not about to declare himself a

seasoned wizard.

Little did he expect that a skill he had deemed useless would come in handy at that moment.

Casper began mumbling as he recalled the knowledge of his past.

“Mauris vitae accumsan massa, quis sodales est. Aliquam scelerisque a ex vitae fringilla. Fusce et ex

lobortis, vulputate. Verum exitus, in octo angulis, soli est floret in quatuor temporibus lunae. Respondet

aestati, quiescit autumno, carceres in hieme, et vere moritur,” Casper muttered the spell in a foreign

tongue fluently.

Robin watched on in disbelief; he did not expect anyone to pinpoint the nature of his optical illusion.

He had been practicing sorcery for over twenty years, and no one had ever broken his spells. Sorcery

was his most reliable weapon.

Robin’s body broke out in cold sweat when he saw where Casper was pointing at.

It was the direction in which the right exit lay.

Looks like I’ve met my match. There’s someone out there capable of breaking my years of hard work

with a mere lift of his finger. No matter how hard I try, I’ll never be able to defeat geniuses like him.

He looked on as Casper led the people in the room out of the correct exit.

The color drained from Robin’s face.

I have nothing left. My greatest weapon, my pillar of strength, the Firewolf Chamber of Commerce;

they’re all gone.

With shaky hands, he pulled out a small, black pistol from the pocket of his tailored suit.

I didn’t think I would need to use this. I guess I was wrong.

He aimed the gun at his head with the intent to end his own life.

Just then, a man’s voice called out to him.

“Hey! Ending your life with a gun is the dumbest thing to do.”

Lifting his head, Robin met Casper’s gaze.

“When the bullet passes through your head, your skull will explode from the sheer heat and the impact

of its passage, and your brain will become a gory mess. Nine out of ten times, the victim dies with their

eyes open. Your head will suffer corrosion from the gunpowder as well. If you want to die, there are a

number of ways to do it, though they aren’t ideal options either.”

“What the h*ll do you want me to do? Which manner of dying will please you, huh?” Robin was in the

middle of a meltdown.

“Stay alive,” Casper said simply. “Stay alive, and carry on your work with the Firewolf Chamber of

Commerce if you can.”

Casper could not bear to see Robin’s talents go to waste and ended up dissuading Robin from his

suicide.

Robin’s talent was incomparable.

Casper only managed to escape because he had solved a similar curse given by his grandpa in the

past. Otherwise, I might have been trapped in there forever.

Robin’s knowledge of sorcery was a combination of his gift and his diligence.

In Casper’s opinion, Robin’s death would be an unnecessary waste of talent.

“Hmph! The Firewolf Chamber of Commerce is going to be under your control soon. How can I still

stick around?” Robin scoffed.

“If Hector is agreeable, he can stay here as well, though I’m sure that he will reject my offer,” Casper

replied.

“Why?” The last glimmer of hope in Robin was extinguished.

Casper explained, “Hector is a proud person, and he would never agree to join hands with someone

who has defeated him, let alone work for someone who’s taken control of his hard-earned territory. His

personality is incompatible with an environment like this. You, however, are different. I know how

passionate you are about this gang or you wouldn’t have challenged me today otherwise.”

He continued in a respectful tone, “I’m a fair person, and I will not treat you differently because of your

relationship with Hector. I feel your death would be a waste of your talents, as well as a huge loss to

the field of sorcery. A genius deserves more respect than that.”

Robin was stunned and he just stared at Casper.

Hector may have acknowledged his presence earlier, but Casper was the first person to recognize his

contributions in the field of sorcery.

He called me a genius!

Casper’s praise worked, as Robin had forgotten all about his intent to commit suicide. Casper smiled

smugly at the turn of events.

Everything’s much easier to handle as long as he’s alive. He’s a simple-minded being, and he’s

positively floating on cloud nine after the recognition. Was this how Hector got Robin to be at his beck

and call?

Casper was confident that the unification of the Firewolf Chamber of Commerce would not be smooth-

sailing without Robin’s help.

Using sorcery in place of actual weapons was ingenious. After all, its success depends only on the

sorcerer itself.