Six months had passed since Raga "vanished" from the old apartment project. Today, if you visit Jakarta's most elite business district, you will spot a soaring skyscraper featuring a striking, unique architecture—its rooftop crowned with a massive crystal hammer ornament that gleams brilliantly under the morning sun. That is the corporate headquarters of Raga Construction & Engineering.

Raga sat comfortably in his ergonomic office chair, sipping premium kopi luwak from a golden mug while surveying his monitor, which displayed blueprints for his latest renovation project.

"Sir, a client from the ministry is here to see you," his secretary’s voice echoed through the intercom. "They said they want their building renovated using your famed 'Concrete Technique' to guarantee maximum earthquake resistance."

Raga smiled. "Show them to the meeting room. Tell them I'm currently busy admiring the structural integrity of this floor's cement bonding."

[System: Warning! Corrupt client detected with a heavily inflated budget estimate. Would you like to activate 'Aggressive Foreman Mode' to squeeze their construction fees?]

Raga let out a light chuckle. "Shut your mouth, S.I.N.I. I'm wealthy now; I don't need dirty kickbacks. But... if they want to mess around with material quality, well, we'll just teach them a minor Eudor-style 'construction lesson'."

Raga’s life had completely transformed. He no longer hauled cement sacks, yet he still lived by the foundational principles of a builder. He had purchased a sprawling estate featuring a garden he designed entirely by himself—drawing upon fragments of his memory regarding Eudor royal landscaping. He even adopted a stray cat he named "Grom," because the feline sported a thick chin patch of fur and possessed an absolute obsession with knocking objects off tables.

Yet the real surprise arrived late that afternoon.

As Raga strolled through his private garden, his smartphone buzzed with a thoroughly unmistakable chime: Ding! The system’s signature notification tone.

[System: Congratulations, Foreman! Your annual performance review is complete. Due to your outstanding productivity in the real world, you have unlocked access to 'Cross-Dimensional Project Mode'.]

Raga nearly choked on his coffee. "What? Cross-dimension? Are you kidding me?!"

[System: Negative. The realm of Eudor is experiencing minor logistical setbacks following your departure. Apparently, without your direct supervision, the mortar quality used for the city wall repairs was abysmal. Queen Naria is formally requesting remote consulting from the 'Legendary Foreman'. Are you willing to accept this contract? Reward: 10% equity stake in the dwarf gold mines.]

Raga fell silent for a moment. He touched the crystal hammer pendant hanging around his neck, which had begun to vibrate gently as if calling out to him. He glanced toward the magnificent skyscraper he had built with his own sweat, then back down at his phone screen.

A truly successful laborer isn't just someone who gets rich; it's someone who never runs out of projects to manage. And who could ever turn down a request from a queen—especially when the payout included shares in a gold mine?

Raga burst into a loud laugh. He stood up, straightened his high-end designer shirt, and lifted the silver crowbar currently mounted on his office wall as a decorative display piece.

"S.I.N.I., patch me through to Eudor," he commanded with a tone dripping in authoritative swagger, yet laced with his signature humor. "And tell Queen Naria to send me the latest Soil Test report for the north wall. If she dares use dirty river sand this time, I'm impeaching her right off the throne!"

[System: Understood, Foreman. Opening consulting portal in 3... 2... 1...]

A golden radiance flickered back to life inside his luxurious office. Raga broke into a wide grin, gazing into a future brimming with fresh challenges and boundless wonders. He was a Sultan in the real world, and a Grand Foreman in a fantasy realm.

"Life really is an extraordinary project," he muttered to himself.

With a single decisive step, he strode straight into the light, ready to fix the world—one brick at a time.

— THE END —