Road to be the Best Chess Player in the World!-Chapter 391: Dubai, Here We Go!

"Must you really go again this quickly?" Sheva’s mother couldn’t help but sigh while she helped her boy pack things up. "I mean, you have only been back home for two weeks, and you use the first week fully to attend the invitation. Even the best athletes in the world know how to have a rest day, right?"

Sheva couldn’t help but sigh as well. He knew his mother’s problem. After the family got a huge amount of money, she, who had never lived lavishly and was always a hard worker for so many years, didn’t know how to relax. Oh, she still sold traditional snacks and desserts on the street market, but since the financial pressure was off, her motivation also went down drastically. Now, she just did that to spend her time, which she didn’t really enjoy that as well.

What made it worse, though, was that all the neighbors who in the past always looked down on her and her son now started to come closer, acting so familiar as if they were friends for a long time. Sheva’s mother might not be the smartest person in the world, but she could point out a fake when she saw one.

Of course, his mother was not close-minded, not wanting to help the neighbors who asked for help. However, ultimately, it was Sheva’s money, and while the boy said that she could use it freely, the thought of spending her son’s money on the neighbor made her uncomfortable. That was why she tried her best to distance herself from the neighborhood, not wanting to do anything that she was uncomfortable with.

So, in the end, she lost motivation and was also lonely, and for most people in the world, this was no better than death itself.

"Mom, you really need a hobby." Sheva sighed. "I mean, you are still 38! That is a productive age! And now, money is not a problem anymore! So, try to remember what you desired the most in your youth, and you could spend your time reliving that memory as well!"

That was good advice, and by how her eyes lit up instantly at his suggestion, Sheva knew that something clicked inside his mother’s brain. "My brilliant son, I don’t know if someone ever told you this, but you are a genius!" She exclaimed.

Sheva chuckled a little at the praise. Of course, a lot of people told him that, especially after his chess career skyrocketed so fast. Now, his name was synonymous with the words talented, genius, monster, and something on the same line. However, it was always nice and hit different when the praise came genuinely from his mother’s mouth.

"So, you have an idea?" He asked.

"Yes! Also, I am asking again, is it okay for me to spend your money?"

Sheva sighed, even forgetting how many times his mother had been asking this question for the last couple of days. "I swear, Mom! Just use it to buy everything you like! I mean, even though you spend all of the money, which I doubt you could, by the way, I could still earn more! My career is rising in the right direction, and I am confident that the money I could earn in the future will be far more than this!"

This was not just nonsense bragging. Sheva had already checked a lot of elite tournaments, and the amount of money offered there was ridiculous. For example, in the Chess World Cup, the tournament that Sheva was eyeing on, even participating in the first round got him 3000 US Dollars, which was around 45 million Rupiah. That amount of money was the same as a normal worker’s nine or ten months of salary, and the money would increase further the further he advanced through the later stages.

It was just one tournament, and Sheva found a lot of them that had a similar nature. That was why, once a player entered the highest stage, they would never really have to worry about their earning anymore.

"Yeah, yeah, you are so great about it." His mother waved her hand nonchalantly, starting to get her phone and search for something. "Anyway, what are you waiting for? Aren’t you chasing the plane? Shoo! Shoo!"

Sheva felt the corner of his mouth twitching once again at how quickly his mother changed. However, he didn’t really think too much about it, just dragging his suitcase outside and calling Bagas to pick him up.

Yeah, today was the day that they went to Dubai. It might be a little bit quick since the hype from the Olympiad was not over, but honestly, Sheva felt like his hand was itching already. He was so sure that the others also felt the same way, especially after being forced to tell the same story over and over again. They definitely preferred playing in a tournament rather than having to be paraded from one talk show to another.

As for who was going to be there, Sheva was one, while the girls, Laysa, Anna, and Claudia were there as well. Other than that, a young teen about the same age as Claudia named Satria Duta Cahaya was also there, and Medina was the last person who arrived for the group.

Duta and Medina were the last-minute additions. For the former one, he came with the ticket that Irfan held, since the man had four tickets, and Sheva decided to use his connection to Wahyu Satyawan to register himself independently rather than taking up the spot that could be used to promote the other players. In the end, Irfan decided to use the old school method, the internal tournament with a nine-round rapid tournament. As a result, Satria Duta Cahaya, a 14-year-old boy, won it all and grabbed the last ticket to Dubai with them.

As for Medina, she herself had already planned to go to this tournament for a long time. After all, it was quite rare for a good tournament like this to be held in Asia, which was way cheaper compared to the traveling cost to Europe, so after saving money for more than a year, coupled with the bonus money she earned from the Olympiad team, the woman decided to go as well.

There were a few more people, like Bagas and Sarah, who acted as everyone’s manager and the media person, Duta’s mother, who would also go with them, and surprisingly enough, Anna and Claudia’s parents also joined the fun as well, not for the chess tournament, but just wanted to have a short vacation.

Sheva tried his best to ignore the discomfort due to their presence. As he stared at the massive iron bird in front of him, the boy couldn’t help but take a deep breath, inwardly muttering, ’Okay, the Olympiad is over. It is time to start a new adventure!’