Max Brickwell brushed rainbow-colored soot off his suit as the ruins of his first "masterpiece" still smoked behind him. The dragon tenant tapped its clawed foot impatiently.
"Are you going to fix this… or just stare at it like a clueless mortal?" it asked.
Max raised a finger dramatically. "Ah! You mere mortals don't understand the genius behind this… catastrophe. But before I rebuild, you deserve the story of how I got here!"
The floating book groaned. "Oh no. Not this again."
Max ignored it. "I wasn't always a developer of cursed properties in a magical fantasy world. No, no, no… I was—brace yourselves—a regular real estate seminar attendee!"
The dragon blinked. "A… seminar?"
"Yes! I was explaining ROI on luxury apartments, discussing zoning laws, and debating the merits of eco-friendly highrises… when suddenly—BAM! I woke up in this world. Apparently, there's some cosmic bureaucracy that decided my talents were needed here."
The ghost floated by, unimpressed. "You were literally transported into a world you don't understand… and your first project is a pile of rubble."
Max waved dismissively. "Details! It's all part of the plan! A master developer adapts to any world!"
Just then, one of the thicc MILFs sashayed over, holding a glowing smoothie that accidentally levitated her bag. "Darling," she said, "if your plan involves me getting a penthouse with a dragon-proof spa, we're already late. And don't even think about collapsing it again!"
Max grinned, ignoring the disaster smoke swirling around him. "No worries! This is just the trial run. In my world—or any world—buildings are like people: they need to learn how to stand tall!"
The floating book snapped. "You're talking to magical tenants who can literally tear the building apart. Maybe try adapting before you lecture physics."
Max ignored the warning. He summoned another blueprint from his magical assistant—a shimmering hologram of a building that looked slightly less collapsed than before. "Behold! Version 2.0!"
The dragon groaned. "Less collapsed? That's your idea of improvement?"
The ghost hovered near Max's shoulder. "Are you sure you're from another world? You act like this is normal."
Max winked. "Of course! In fact, let me demonstrate a real estate strategy unique to this world…"
He pressed a button on the hologram. Suddenly, the ground shook, enchanted paperwork flew into the sky like confetti, and a minor magical earthquake sent one of the MILFs sliding across the debris.
She laughed as she righted herself mid-air. "Oh honey, you really know how to throw a party!"
The dragon snarled, the ghost groaned, and the floating book spun in circles in despair. Max raised both arms triumphantly. "And that, my dear tenants, is how you develop in style!"
From somewhere behind the smoke, a smug, polished voice called out: "I see the great Maxim Brickwell has arrived… and is already making history… mostly in disaster management."
Max froze. Rival developer. The game of absurd chaos had officially escalated.
And so began the first real test of his isekai real estate genius.