Her name was Dina, and she was a 40-year-old woman who had been dedicating half of her life to one person. No, this was not some sort of gloomy slavery or debauchery sexual kind of story. She just worked as a personal secretary of a rich person, nothing less and nothing more. The name of his boss was Wahyu Satyawan, the CEO of the Indonesian National Bank, one of the three biggest banks in the country.

Dina considered herself to be lucky to meet such a simple and kind boss, not like any other rich people outside. Wahyu Satyawan was a person who didn't have any weird or rich hobbies like playing golf or something like that. The man enjoyed the homey activities more, like reading a book in his comfy home or sometimes even playing a game together with his son and grandson.

The man also didn't like to have social meetings too much. He still went for some, but for most that he deemed as meaningless, the man would avoid wasting his time at all costs. This made Dina's job as the secretary simpler, not having to get entangled with the other wealthy people outside for too long.

Honestly, after being inside the high-level circle for too long, even though she was just a personal secretary, the woman was tired of everything inside. So, she was glad that her boss also thought the same and tried to avoid any meaningless meetings at all costs.

Well, overall, Dina was satisfied with her work situation. If she could complain about one thing, though, it should be about her boss's weird obsession with chess.

Yeah, Wahyu Satyawan, a high-profile CEO of one of the biggest banks in the country, was pretty much a nerd about chess. He had never advocated that out loud, though, since the man himself was pretty shit in it. However, he always followed any high-ranked tournaments in the world, finding himself getting deep in thought on all the games he watched.

Not only that, he also followed all the Indonesian players' movements, wanting to see whether there were any potential players emerged to the surface or not. He was an Indonesian, after all, and it was pretty normal for the man to hope his countrymen would be good at something he loved.

Dina remembered that she had suggested one time about his obsession here.

'Sir, how about you sponsor the chess federation? It would make the chance of a potential player emerging higher, and it would also be good for your image.'

However, Wahyu Satyawan just shook his head, rejecting the suggestion directly. He didn't have the patience to invest his money in the grassroots. If he wanted to sponsor, the man would rather pick a player he deemed potential, not the federation itself. That way, the man could be involved in the player's career directly, witnessing with his own eyes the rise of the players themselves.

It was the dream he had deep inside his heart, yet unfortunately, the man couldn't find any potential player whom he was interested in. That was why he would just act as a spectator for a fair rather than getting involved, even though this was the sport he loved.

However, things changed a week ago, when he found out about the Black Rook channel on YouTube. It was a local chess channel run by the IM Irfan Aditya—someone whom he knew a little bit, of course—that seemed to get popular in the last couple of months. At first, Wahyu Satyawan was just curious about their content, wanting to know who the protagonist was in that channel.

The man was also impressed by the fact that they were able to play in Reykjavik, a city far on the northern side of the world. Considering how costly the journey to the city and back to Jakarta again is, and that didn't even mention the accommodation for a full week during the tournament, Wahyu Satyawan could think of two possibilities here. It was either that the players on this channel came from a wealthy family like his, or they got some sort of sponsorship that allowed them to go there.

Still, that wasn't his biggest concern there.

No, Wahyu Satyawan wanted to check whether they came to Reykjavik just for shits and giggles or if they had any specific target to achieve there.

To his surprise, though, the man was hooked by the main protagonist of the channel. The thin boy who looked like he suffered from malnutrition played like an unleashed beast, killing everyone left and right in the most brutal and barbaric way possible. The boy beat the Englishman IM, forcing draws against several super grandmasters, only lost one game, and on top of that, the boy even beat the top seed of the tournament!

What a hell of a journey the young man had!

As a cherry on top, the boy also played with the hunger and ambition that Wahyu Satyawan had never seen from any Indonesian player he met. No, he always felt like all the Indonesian players were too meek, too insecure with their own ability, as if they didn't believe they could win against the super grandmasters outside there.

However, he saw something different from the boy on the screen. The fearless style that the boy showed really moved him, and it would be a lie if the man said that it didn't catch his interest.

'Just based on his thin body and the cheap brand of clothing he wears, there is no way this boy comes from a wealthy family. That means he comes here with a sponsorship, right? But I couldn't see any brand logo in his belongings, and the live broadcast never mentioned anything about it. Does that mean it comes from a personal sponsorship, just like what I always want to do?' He muttered to himself.

Then, the man picked up his phone, making a call immediately to his secretary. "Dina, please check the Black Rook channel on YouTube and try to figure out who pays all the costs for the boy to go to Reykjavik. Also, please compile all the information you have about him. Find anything related to chess, okay? Yes, that's fine. Please send the report to my desk in a week. Thank you."

As he closed the call, the man couldn't help but smirk, staring at the screen in front of him—to be more specific, the boy who was currently concentrating on his game—and couldn't help but mutter, "Let's just hope that you are the chosen one I have been waiting for a long time, Boy…"

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