It was ten in the morning when Mystic finally heard the doorbell ring, he rushed to the door, eager to get things underway.
As he opened it, he saw his uncle, Alfred, standing there alongside a sharply dressed man in a tailored suit.
"Come in, Uncle Alfred," Mystic said warmly, from his past life memories, he recalled Alfred as one of the few people who had unwaveringly supported him, even when others doubted his abilities.
Back then, Alfred had stood by him when the rest of the family claimed he couldn't make it as a footballer. Mystic could only hope this version of Alfred would be just as supportive.
"Well, let's get this sorted. I don't have all day," the lawyer said impatiently, placing a stack of papers on the table.
"Sign here and here, and everything your father left in your name will officially belong to you as of today."
The lawyer then produced a pen, seemingly out of nowhere, and placed it on top of the document. Mystic ignored the smug look on the lawyer's face and began to meticulously read through every line of the contract.
Despite the lawyer's visible irritation and obvious haste, Mystic was unfazed by all this, he made sure he took his time, scrutinizing the document for any loopholes or hidden clauses.
After carefully reviewing everything, Mystic finally understood the full scope of his inheritance.
His father had left him an account with a Million Alliance Credits, the family football club, its stadium, its training facilities, sport bus, an electric hover car, and the family house where he currently lived.
Beyond that, there was little else of value, it was clear that most of his father's wealth and hard-earned assets had been plundered by his other uncles and aunts, who saw his father's success as a shortcut to their own fortunes.
They had even tried repeatedly to pressure Mystic into selling the club to the highest bidder.
Each time, Mystic shut them down firmly, making it clear he wouldn't fall for their schemes, his resolute stance left no doubt that they couldn't exploit his intelligence or manipulate him into relinquishing the legacy his father had inherited.
With all the legal bindings listing Mystic as the sole heir to the club, his now distant relatives had been unable to take it from him.
Thanks to Alfred's unwavering support, Mystic had managed to survive without money up until now, but today marked the beginning of his independence.
Mystic knew the lawyer was partly responsible for the loss of most of what his father had left him.
However, since recovering his memories from his previous life, he had stopped bothering to feel angry about it. In fact, the lawyer seemed visibly unsettled by how calmly an 18-year-old like Mystic was handling everything.
Once Mystic finished reading through the documents, he signed every required section before turning to Alfred, who simply gave him an approving nod.
"Well, I guess we're done here, congratulations, Mr. Dark," the lawyer said, using some sort of magical ability to create a copy of the documents. As he prepared to leave, he extended his hand toward Mystic.
Mystic smirked, unimpressed by the gesture.
"If you're done playing the clown, please show yourself out. Oh, and just so you know, effective immediately, your services will no longer be needed, neither by me personally nor for anything concerning my club, consider yourself relieved of all duties."
With that, Mystic walked over to the living room couch, unbuttoning the top of his long-sleeved shirt.
In that moment, the calm, composed demeanour Mystic had been showing was replaced by something more focused and dangerous, his piercing gaze made the room feel heavier, and the lawyer, watching this transformation, stood frozen in shock.
The weight of Mystic's words finally sank in, he had been dismissed not by just any client, but by the one who accounted for most of his dealings and funds.
To the lawyer, it felt as though Mystic had just drained the life out of him, he had never expected that Mystic wouldn't sell the club, he had been hoping on the percentage he would get from the sale of the club too.
He now realized how foolish his side deals with other members of Mystic's family had been, all for a quick payday, he had underestimated the young man who now held all the power,
But that was nothing compared to what Mystic Dark was doing.
How could the lawyer have known that the young man he assumed to have the intelligence of a typical eighteen-year-old was far more mature, sharp, and strategic? Mystic had been quick to cut him off before he had the chance to manipulate the relationship and make Mystic dependent on him.
"But—" the lawyer began to protest, only for Mystic to raise a hand, silencing him.
"Don't waste my time, my uncle and I have important things to discuss, so now that we're done, you can happily chop-chop your way out to wherever you're so eager to be," Mystic said, gesturing toward the front door.
The lawyer's face flushed with frustration, but he couldn't refute Mystic's words, especially since he had used a similar tone earlier himself.
Unknown to Mystic, his uncle Alfred, who rarely displayed emotion, was smiling sincerely for the first time in a long while.
Watching Mystic handle the situation with such confidence and composure filled Alfred with pride.
Though a million Alliance Coins didn't make Mystic one of the wealthiest people in the world, but owning a football club put him in a unique position, with the right investments and decisions, Mystic's future could be bright.
The lawyer had unwittingly lost out, thanks to Mystic's quick decision to cut ties with the corrupt legal representative of his late father.
In his previous life, Mystic had faced a similar situation, and his memories reminded him of the kind of predator this lawyer was.
He didn't regret his choice, realizing he had overstayed his welcome, the lawyer finally decided to leave, though not without a parting shot.
"You'll regret this, mark my words!" the lawyer said as he stormed out of the room.
"Please, Uncle, have a seat and make yourself at home," Mystic said, brushing off the negativity as he smiled warmly, the serene aura he carried returned, as if the earlier confrontation had never happened.