"He's 6 feet 33 inches tall, weighs 210 pounds, and is only 25 years old!"
"Five consecutive Super Bowl championships, five consecutive Super Bowl MVPs, six regular season MVPs!"
"Let us welcome our Texans' legendary quarterback from the Dallas Cowboys... Gavin King!"
The opening remarks, which he had heard far too often, failed to ignite any new excitement within Gavin as the list of honors grew.
It had been twenty-five years since he arrived in this era. Twenty-five years since he was born in the 1980s in the United States, having been reborn from his original Eastern heritage.
In these twenty-five years, he had achieved financial independence by leveraging the foresight gained from time travel.
As for fame, he had outshone ordinary people since crossing over, possessing greater speed and strength. He even joined Major League Rugby as a jest.
In just six or seven years, he had garnered every accolade imaginable and became the football god and legendary quarterback adored across the United States.
He was nearly weary of celebration parties like the one he was currently attending, where the same few hundred faces appeared repeatedly.
So, after indulging in the customary champagne, Gavin excused himself from the group of familiar Victoria's Secret Angels and headed to the room of Gigi Hadid, who was new to the industry.
This girl, born in 1995, was only 19 years old. She was so young and fresh.
The key was that she hadn't yet been checked in by Leonardo, which made her seem even more innocent.
After a lengthy conversation, Gigi went to the bathroom while Gavin lay on the bed, fiddling with his mobile phone, contemplating how much money he should offer the girl.
She was young, and her career was on the rise, so the base price of 200,000 was certainly not excessive.
As for her demeanor, well, it was far better than that of those who knew her intimately. He sensed she was earnestly trying to seize the opportunity, so he would add another 200,000.
Then he recalled the girl's words about not considering charging, and how she was so pleased that she seemed willing to give him money in return...
Let's add another 300,000. This girl has a sensitive disposition and excels at providing emotional value, doesn't she?
And so on...
"Ugh..."
The sound of Gigi retching echoed from the bathroom, causing Gavin to frown.
Great, she vomited quite enthusiastically, and suddenly he felt less inclined to pay.
Forget it, at least she hadn't thrown up on him, let alone in his mouth...
Thus, he decided to reduce the offer by 100,000.
What on earth are those Victoria's Secret Angels? When they vomit, they're as repulsive as demons. Why does this cursed party villa have a visible toilet?
Feeling a wave of disgust, Gavin couldn't resist glancing at Gigi once more.
The girl was now slumped against the wall, retching violently.
Gavin wished to urge her to direct her sickness into the toilet, but the filth on the bathroom floor, splattered by the shower, was already too glaring, and he had no desire to draw closer to inhale its stench.
But why was her vomit so red?
Had she consumed too much red wine or too many tomatoes...?
"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!"
The sudden scream jolted Gavin upright in bed.
It pierced the air so abruptly that it penetrated even the heavily soundproofed glass. It was clearly emanating from the yard.
He quickly sat up, swung his legs over the side of the bed, and wandered to the window, yanking open the curtains.
In the faint light from the poolside, he perceived two men in suits grappling and rolling on the ground near the pool, but the illumination was too dim to see clearly.
"Tsk, how dull."
Gavin shrugged. It hardly mattered whether he could see the scene clearly; it was merely a tale of ones and zeros.
Indeed, such antics were characteristic of the lighthouse, but the screams were too loud. Was it possible that the individual who became Zero was not participating willingly?
This situation was excessive. It disregarded both personal and others' wishes. Even Uncle Hong would not engage in such behavior.
As expected from a person associated with the lighthouse, the theatrics were more extravagant.
Boom!
As Gavin observed the spectacle outside the window, a sudden loud noise erupted behind him.
"Um?"
He turned around and realized that Gigi had collapsed?
After a quick glance at Gigi's form, Gavin swallowed hard.
He would have preferred Gigi to be disfigured than to witness her malevolent visage as she frantically slammed her head, shoulders, and other grimaces against the glass wall of the bathroom!
It was strikingly vivid.
"Fuck!"
As he watched Gigi's head strike the glass once more, Gavin couldn't help but curse.
"They're all fucking mad!"
He felt as though he were losing his own sanity.
This night's encounter had been a failure. This girl Jijijie must be mentally stable, right? She had to have been triggered by her own performance, hadn't she?
So, you cast out a fool?
Unfortunate!
Cursing under his breath, Gavin moved toward the bathroom.
But as he took a step forward—
Boom!!!
Right before his eyes, Gigi's face slammed against the glass again. He clearly saw her nose twist and break from the force of the impact, blood gushing forth from her face!
"Gudong..."
Gavin halted, swallowing hard.
He stood frozen on the carpet, watching as Gigi relentlessly smashed her head against the glass like a machine.
Boom boom boom!!!
Gigi's motions quickened and intensified, as if she were performing a frantic head-shaking dance.
Her once-pretty face transformed, losing all semblance of humanity in an instant.
BANG BANG BANG!!!
The sudden sound of gunfire from the yard made Gavin shudder violently.
"Ahhh, fuck, fuck, don't go over…!!!"
The screams and curses accompanying the gunfire outside the window caused Gavin to instinctively glance around.
Soon, two sabers and a large fish specimen suspended above the fireplace came into view.
Gavin rushed to the fireplace, still naked, seized his British saber, and began to practice with it.
The saber was quite heavy, though not particularly sharp. It possessed some edge, but not much.
As for the gleaming blade, it was merely a standard feature of a work of art.
Yet this work of art provided Gavin with a rare sense of security.
Gripping the weapon tightly in his hand, Gavin took cautious steps toward the bathroom.
As he moved, Gigi, who had been relentlessly striking the glass, altered the direction of her hands and feet with a ferocious expression, aiming at Gavin as she continued to claw and bang against him.
More and more blood flowed from Gigi's face onto the glass in front of Gavin.
Click...
Observing the faint cracks forming on the glass, Gavin mentally steeled himself for the possibility of killing Gigi.
He did not believe this was merely a prank.
If a rising supermodel were willing to use her face as a tool for mischief...
Then he would not hesitate to accidentally end Gigi's life, adding another tale to his already legendary quarterback existence!
He would prefer to face imprisonment, engage in an endless legal battle with Gigi's family, and surrender most of his assets to that wretched lawyer.
He certainly did not wish to gamble on that cursed chance!
Even if there was any possibility, Gavin did not want Gigi to truly become the kind of zombie he feared... the kind that appeared in countless movies, television shows, and games!
But Gavin had made a promise.
If Gigi lunged at him the moment he opened the bathroom door...
Then Gigi must die!
With his right hand firmly grasping the artistic saber, Gavin placed his left hand on the glass bathroom door.
Boom!
Gigi mirrored Gavin's movement, slamming her entire upper body against the door, forcing him to stagger back.
Gavin braced himself against the impact of Gigi's assault on the door, gritting his teeth in silence.
Gathering strength, he pushed!
Gigi's body, weighing less than fifty kilograms, and the force with which she banged against the door were easily repelled as Gavin shoved the glass door open.
Yet even as she fell backward...
Even as her fair skin was stained by the blood-red filth...
Gigi's limbs twisted like a demon, compelling her to rise once more.
At that moment, Gavin took a deep breath and charged into the bathroom, swinging the saber with both hands as he aimed for Gigi's neck.
Once.
Phew!
Twice.
Phew!
Gavin, like a madman, struck Gigi's head seven or eight times in quick succession with the artistic saber, severing it from her body.
In truth, by the time Gavin brought the saber down for the third time, Gigi's body was already weakening.
But it was Gavin's choice to wield the knife, and it was solely he who decided to sheathe it.
It was not until Gigi's head rolled to his feet that Gavin began to retreat, breathless.
As he backed away toward the door, Gigi's blood trailed behind him.
When Gavin turned to look at Gigi once more, his gaze inevitably landed on the vomit she had expelled.
"Vomit!"
Before he could even lean against the wall, his own vomit, reeking of liquor, splattered across Gigi's feet.
"Ugh... damn it... damn it, I drank too much!"
He cursed and rubbed his forehead in frustration.
Gigi is dead.
It's terrible.
She died like a zombie!
Things have taken a turn for the worse.
(End of this chapter)