From the settling smoke of Max's second collapsed tower stepped a tall man in a spotless white suit. His shoes gleamed, his hair sparkled, and even the wind seemed to blow in slow motion behind him.
"Ladies, gentlemen, dragons, ghosts," he said smoothly, bowing. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Silvarion Crestfall, the most successful developer in the kingdom. Unlike… some people, I specialize in properties that don't collapse before the ribbon-cutting ceremony."
Max's eye twitched. "Silvarion. You smug, overpriced chandelier salesman."
Silvarion smiled, teeth flashing like diamonds. "Oh, Max. Still overcompensating for your… structural issues, I see."
The dragon tenant perked up. "Structural issues?"
The ghost crossed her arms. "That explains the wobbling floors."
One of the MILFs leaned in, smirking. "I like a man with structural issues. More fun to fix later." She winked at Max, who nearly collapsed harder than his building.
"Enough!" Max yelled, pointing at Silvarion. "I will prove that MY developments are superior!"
"Oh?" Silvarion tapped his chin. "Then perhaps we should let the tenants decide. After all…" He snapped his fingers. Behind him rose a gleaming, perfectly symmetrical skyscraper shimmering with enchantments. "…my building is already standing."
The tenants gasped. The dragon muttered something about "finally, a balcony worth my scales." The ghost sighed in relief. The MILFs whispered, "Mmm, shiny," in unison.
Max panicked. He reached for his blueprint hologram, summoning his own "Version 3.0." It flickered, sparked, and then… burst into flames.
Silvarion chuckled. "Ah, a fire sale already?"
The floating book assistant slapped itself shut. "Max, you're embarrassing physics itself."
Max flailed his arms. "No, no, this is all part of the GRAND STRATEGY! My buildings collapse first to release excess magical energy, making them safer in the long term!"
Everyone stared. The dragon coughed a puff of smoke that sounded suspiciously like laughter. The MILFs giggled and raised their glasses. The ghost muttered, "I regret haunting this lease."
Silvarion bowed again. "When you're ready to surrender your clients to me, do let me know." With that, he and his perfect tower shimmered away into the distance, leaving Max in the rubble.
Max clenched his fists, determination burning in his eyes. "He thinks he's won… but no. I'll prove to them all that Max Brickwell is the future of fantasy real estate!"
The floating book muttered, "The short-lived future."
And then, as if on cue, the remains of his tower groaned ominously… and collapsed again. Right on top of him.