In a big office of Delirium Arena, the Incharge of the place, Frisk was in his office going through business documents when his secretary walked in.

"Sir, he's back!" the secretary said.

"Who's back?" the man inquired as he put the documents down and looked towards his secretary.

"That boy I talked about last time. He had come here for the first time, and he won all his bets. You told me to keep an eye on him and tell you if he was back. That same guy is back!" the secretary said.

"Oh? Is he winning all his bets again?" the man asked with an interesting look on his face.

"He lost the first bet, but he won all the other bets. He had won 4 bets already, and he won 7 million dollars," the secretary said.

"Interesting. Alright. Let me go meet him myself," the man smiled as he stood up.

The secretary brought Frisk to a stand Ryder was standing in and pointed towards him.

"That kid? I think I've seen him before, but I can't remember," Frisk muttered as he saw Ryder.

"Alright. You can go back. I'll go check him out," he said as he left the secretary behind and walked up to Ryder.

Ryder was looking towards the ground, waiting for the race to start.

Frisk walked up to him and stood on the right side of Ryder.

"Are you new here? I'm a regular, and I'm seeing you for the first time," Frisk inquired.

Ryder looked towards Frisk and observed him for a short moment.

"No, It's my second time here," Ryder responded to him.

"Oh, nice. Do you like horse racing as well? Did you bet already?" Frisk asked him.

"Yeah, I have some interest in it," Ryder replied.

"Awesome. I'm an old-timer here. I love watching the races. It gives me so much rush. It gets my adrenaline pumping," Frisk said as he chuckled.

"I'm going to bet my money. I think number 9 will win. What do you think?" he asked Ryder.

"Maybe. He looks like he's in good condition," Ryder casually replied to Frisk.

"Alright. I'm betting a million dollars on number 9. Let's see how my luck is today," Frisk laughed out loud as he unlocked his phone and placed the bet.

Ryder didn't react and just watched the horses.

The race finally began after some time and ended soon after. Number 8 was the winner, and number 9 was in 2nd place.

"Dammit, I lost. It was fun, though," Frisk let out in disappointment.

"Sometimes the weaker horses win in the race of the stronger horses. You can call it luck, I guess," Ryder said to Frisk.

"I think I'm done for the day. I'll be leaving. Best of luck," Ryder muttered before he turned back and left the Delirium Arena.

"Interesting. It looks like your luck is quite strong," Frisk muttered after Ryder left as he looked at his phone about Ryder's betting history.

The last bet Ryder made was for the race that ended just now, and the data showed that he bet on number 8, the winning horse.

Ryder left the Delirium Arena with 18 million dollars this time.

Frisk picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"I want all the information on that boy. It should be on my table tomorrow," he said before he disconnected and walked back to his office.

****

Ryder walked out of the Delirium Arena and walked towards the parking. He was wearing his casual, inexpensive clothes when he left the house, which made him look rather poor.

As Ryder got near the car, he saw a girl standing by the support of his car with her phone in front of her face. The girl was live-streaming herself.

"See, guys, my new car. Do you like it?" The girl cutely said as he showed the car to her viewers.

"Hmm? Guys? I think some poor guy is stalking me," The girl said as she moved the camera towards Ryder.

"Hey, keep moving. Have you never seen a rich and beautiful girl? Don't even think of asking me for my number. Keep moving!" the girl told Ryder.

Ryder just stood there, stunned as he watched the girl showing him on a Livestream.

He couldn't help but sigh as he stepped towards her.

"Hey, stay away from me. Do you want me to call the police?" the girl threatened Ryder.

"Miss, it's my car. Can you move aside?" Ryder asked her nicely.

"Yours?" the girl looked at Ryder with a weird look on her face before she started laughing out loud.

"Hahaha, Guys, did you hear him? This poor bloke is calling my car his car. He thinks that he can impress me with these childish tactics. Hey boy. Do you think that you can even afford a tire of this car? Keep moving before I really call the police," the girl said.

"You're really stupid, aren't you?" Ryder muttered as he looked at her. He raised the key of his car and pressed a button on it.

*beep* *beep*

The car engine started as the car came closer to Ryder. The girl that was standing on the car's support fell down on the ground.

This was one of the self-driving features of the car that found its owner and helped the car get to him.

"You believe it now?" Ryder told the stunned girl that was lying on the ground, looking at him.

Ryder opened the door of his car and sat on the driver's seat, and left.

Ryder was driving his car when he dialed up Shu's number.

"Where are you?" He asked Shu.

"Oh, Brother Ryder. Did you call me to talk about our quest?" Shu asked a question in return.

"Yeah, I thought about meeting you and discussing that now that I have time," Ryder told him.

"Oh, awesome. How about I meet you at the Yumyum Cafe near your house? I heard that it sells some really nice coffee," Shu told him.

"Alright. I'll see you there," Ryder said before he disconnected the call.

He drove the car towards his house.

Ryder stopped the car near the Yumyum Cafe.

Many people saw the car and stopped in their tracks as they appreciated it.

"Isn't that the newest electric model of Ferrari? What is someone that rich doing in our area?"

Ryder opened the door and stepped out of the car.

As he stepped out of the car, he saw another car driving towards him.

"A Ferrari 2047?" Ryder muttered as he looked at the car.

The car stopped in front of Ryder.