Amina didn't sleep that night.
Not because of the adrenaline from decimating her relatives — although, watching them wail and sputter like clowns who'd been kicked out of a palace was a vibe — but because she was thinking. Planning. Plotting.
The apocalypse was coming. And she had six months to prepare.
Her eyes scanned the faint blue hologram in front of her, projected by her mind, only visible to her.
> B4: Base Construction System initialized.
Commander Level: 0
Time until Event Trigger: 179 Days
Starter Buff: Pre-Event Knowledge, Spatial Inventory, Fortune's Favor
"Spatial inventory?" she asked, sipping from her second glass of hibiscus and pear wine.
> "A personalized, infinite pocket space. Time is frozen within. You may store organic and inorganic material without spoilage, stench, or decay. Note: no humans may be stored alive."
She grinned, "So I can hoard like a dragon and sleep pretty at night?"
> "Precisely. And with your inheritance, you'll be the richest dragon in East Asia."
She laughed, full and unrestrained, toes curling against the rug. "Let's get started then."
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The next morning, she was all business.
Hair slicked into a clean low bun, gloss on her lips, gold-rimmed shades covering her eyes — Amina Kim looked every inch the heiress of the year. She wore a crisp white oversized blazer cinched at the waist, matching shorts, a pair of ice-white ankle boots, and gold hoop earrings that whispered 'This woman will buy your company just to fire you'.
She sipped her caramel macchiato in the backseat of her champagne-colored Maybach, tapping into her notes.
She'd made a master list. Twenty categories. Sub-categories under those. Each more detailed than the last.
> Food: – Grains: rice, oats, corn, millet (organically grown, vacuum-sealed)
– Protein: live animals, frozen cuts, tinned meat, dried meat, exotic meat
– Ready-to-eat gourmet meals from Michelin restaurants
– Nigerian staples: egusi, ogbono, suya spice, ground crayfish, kilishi
– Korean ramen, Japanese curry, Chinese hotpot ingredients
> Essentials: – Sanitary pads, tampons, wet wipes
– Multivitamins, painkillers, antibiotics
– Condoms (her man was hot — obviously)
> Weapons: – Firearms, archery gear, blade collection
– Custom hybrid Tang-Katana blade with magnetic hilt
– Drones, tracking gear, stun batons
> Fashion: – Tactical wear
– Lingerie that made gods kneel
– Furs, silks, armor-laced corsets
– Platform boots, running heels, designer everything
> Vehicles: – Modified motorhomes, dirt bikes, RVs
– Power bikes (because trauma or not, she'd still ride)
– Off-road cars, stealth black boats, solar-powered yachts
And that was just page one.
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By noon, she had hired three personal assistants, two warehouse managers, a discreet transportation director, a legal consultant, and a security detail of six ex-special forces — all temporary.
None of them met each other. Each believed they were working solo. Each was paid six months in advance.
> "Divide and conquer," B4 purred.
Amina smirked. "Not my first rodeo."
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By day three, she flew to the countryside — secretly — in a private chopper, dressed in low-profile cotton joggers, a cap, and tinted glasses.
At the rice farm, she inspected the golden fields personally. She met the farmers, sampled the product, made small talk, and then bought three hectares outright.
"Dry it. Vacuum seal it. I want it bagged and boxed. No contact with water or air. And I'll have my team pick it up next week," she told the stunned farm rep.
She did the same at a corn farm. Then soybeans. Then sweet potatoes. Each time ensuring the crops were of the best quality.
> "You don't trust easily," B4 observed.
"Darling, if I trusted people, I'd be six feet under in a designer coffin by now."
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Livestock came next.
She visited an elite livestock research facility where she handpicked chickens, pigs, goats, and even a small herd of Wagyu cattle.
"These ones," she said, pointing at the healthiest animals with nails painted nude pink. "Slaughter half, package in separate cuts, vacuum seal and freeze. The rest — I'll take alive."
"They need caretakers, ma'am," the manager said nervously.
Amina lowered her shades. "Don't worry. I have space."
She transferred them to a temporary holding warehouse in the dead of night — and from there, into her spatial pocket, one by one.
It was exhausting work.
But by the end of the week, she had a growing treasure trove of the finest foods, meats, and grains money could buy.
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On day five, she wore a sleek black outfit and visited a quiet weapons expo in Osaka — for 'sporting interest' — and placed private orders for equipment she'd later vanish into her space.
On day six, she bought a luxury penthouse — two floors in a top-floor skyscraper, with a panoramic view of the sea — and hired two separate companies: one to renovate it into an untraceable fortress, and another to design it like a Vogue-meets-apocalypse dream home.
> "Why two?" B4 asked.
"Because if either snitches, the other cancels them."
> "Cunning."
"I told you. I'm not just pretty."