Gigi Was Dead

"Six feet three inches tall (193 centimeters), weighing 210 pounds (95 kilograms), and only twenty-five years old!"

"Five straight Super Bowl championships, five straight Super Bowl MVP awards, and six regular-season MVP awards!"

"Let's welcome the legendary quarterback of Texas, our very own, from the Dallas Cowboys... Gavin King!"

Gavin had heard that introduction so many times that the growing list of honors no longer stirred any new excitement in him.

He had been in this era for twenty-five years. It had been twenty-five years since he'd gone from an East Asian post-2000s kid to living in America in the 1980s.

Over those twenty-five years, he'd used his foreknowledge from time-traveling to become financially independent long ago.

As for fame, Gavin had been stronger than ordinary people from the moment he arrived in this world, with greater speed and strength. He'd joined the NFL almost as a lark.

In just six or seven years, he'd collected every honor available and become America's beloved God of Football and a legendary quarterback.

Gavin was nearly sick of parties like this one. They all came down to the same few hundred pairs of legs.

So, after the usual roll in the champagne, Gavin slipped away from the Victoria's Secret Angels who knew him inside and out and went to a room with Gigi Hadid, who had only just entered the business.

The girl had been born in 1995 and was only nineteen now, fresh as a daisy.

The key thing was that Leonardo hadn't had his turn with her yet, which made her seem even fresher.

After a good while together, Gigi went to the bathroom while Gavin lay on the bed, fiddling with his phone and wondering how much he should donate to the girl.

She was young, and her career was on the rise. Two hundred thousand as a base amount didn't seem wasteful.

As for her attitude, well, she'd been much better than the women who knew him inside and out. He could tell she was doing her best to seize the opportunity, so he'd add another two hundred thousand.

And then there was what she'd said about not even considering charging him—and how she'd been so satisfied she'd wanted to pay him instead...

Another three hundred thousand, then. The girl was pretty sensitive and knew how to make him feel good, didn't she?

Wait...

"Ugh..."

The sound of Gigi vomiting in the bathroom made Gavin frown.

Great, she was really going at it. Suddenly, he didn't feel like giving her any money.

Well, at least she hadn't thrown up on him, let alone in his mouth...

So Gavin decided to take a hundred thousand off.

What the hell kind of Victoria's Secret Angel was she? When they threw up, they were just as disgusting as devils. Why had this damned party villa installed a see-through bathroom?

Feeling disgusted, Gavin couldn't help glancing at Gigi again.

The girl was braced against the wall, vomiting violently.

He wanted to tell her to throw up into the toilet, but the mess splattered across the bathroom floor was already eye-catching enough. He didn't want to get any closer and smell it.

But why was it so red?

Had she drunk too much red wine or eaten too many tomatoes...

"Ahhhhhhh!!!"

The sudden scream made Gavin jerk upright in bed.

It had come out of nowhere, yet he could hear it through the bathroom's excellent soundproofing. It was clearly coming from the yard.

Gavin hurried out of bed and stumbled over to the window to pull back the curtains.

In the faint light beside the swimming pool, he saw two men in suits embracing and rolling around. It was too dark to make out much else.

"Tch. Boring."

Gavin shrugged. What difference did it make if he could see them clearly or not? It was just a story of ones and zeros.

It was certainly a Beacon-of-Democracy sort of thing, but that scream had been awfully loud. Maybe the one playing the woman hadn't been a willing participant.

That was going too far. Even Red Grandpa wouldn't do something like that, ignoring whether both parties were willing.

No wonder people in the Beacon of Democracy were so adventurous.

Thud!

Gavin was watching the scene outside when a heavy thump suddenly sounded behind him.

"Hm?"

Had Gigi fallen?

He glanced around for her and swallowed hard.

He'd rather she'd fallen and disfigured herself than see her now, looking like a demon as she slammed her head, shoulders, and chest against the bathroom's glass wall!

It was a hell of a sight.

"Fuck!"

As Gigi's head slammed against the glass again, Gavin couldn't help swearing.

"Have you all gone fucking crazy?"

Gavin felt like he was about to lose his mind, too.

Tonight's hookup had turned into a disaster. Could Gigi have had some kind of psychological problem, and had he triggered it?

Had he slept with an idiot?

What rotten luck!

Cursing under his breath, Gavin started toward the bathroom.

But just as he took a step—

Thud!!!

Right before his eyes, Gigi's face slammed into the glass again. Gavin clearly saw her nose twist and break under the impact, blood spraying straight from her face!

"Glug..."

Gavin swallowed and stopped in his tracks.

He stood rigidly on the carpet, motionless, watching Gigi mechanically slam her head against the glass.

Thud, thud, thud, thud!!!

Gigi's movements grew faster and heavier, like she was headbanging.

In the blink of an eye, her once-lovely face was no longer recognizable as human.

Bang, bang, bang!!!

The sudden gunshots from the yard made Gavin shudder violently.

"Ahhh, fuck, fuck, don't come...!!!"

The screams and curses outside, rising alongside the gunshots, made Gavin instinctively look around.

He quickly spotted the two military sabers hanging above the fireplace, along with a mounted fish.

Naked, Gavin rushed to the fireplace and snatched down an English saber, brandishing it.

The saber had some weight to it, but it wasn't very sharp. It had a bit of an edge, but not much.

As for its gleaming blade, that was standard for a work of art.

Still, that work of art gave Gavin a rare sense of security.

Clutching the saber tightly, Gavin edged toward the bathroom.

As he moved, Gigi, still banging against the glass, twisted her limbs grotesquely and turned to face him, scratching and striking toward his position.

More and more of Gigi's blood spread from her face onto the glass in front of Gavin.

Click...

Seeing faint cracks appear in the glass, Gavin prepared himself to kill Gigi.

He didn't think this could be a prank.

If a rising supermodel was willing to use her own face as a prop in a prank,

Gavin didn't mind accidentally killing Gigi and adding a new legend to his legendary quarterback career!

He'd rather go to prison, fight an endless legal battle with Gigi's family, and hand over half his assets to those damned lawyers.

He absolutely refused to gamble on that damned possibility!

Even if there was the slightest chance, Gavin didn't want Gigi to have really turned into the kind of... zombie he'd seen in countless movies and games!

But Gavin swore this much:

If he opened the bathroom door and Gigi kept coming at him,

Gigi would have to die!

Gavin clenched the work-of-art saber in his right hand and placed his left hand on the bathroom's glass door.

Thud!

Gigi turned with Gavin and slammed her entire upper body against the door, making him falter.

Gavin resisted the force of Gigi's blows and clenched his teeth in silence.

He gathered his strength and shoved!

Gigi's body, weighing less than fifty kilograms, and all the force she'd put into battering the door were sent crashing outward as Gavin shoved the glass door open.

But even though she landed flat on her back,

even though her pale skin hit the blood-red filth,

Gigi's limbs still twisted like a demon's. She forced herself back upright.

With things having come to this, Gavin took a deep breath, rushed into the bathroom, and swung the saber with both hands, bringing it down on Gigi's neck.

Once.

Splurt!

Twice.

Splurt!

Like a madman, Gavin struck seven or eight times in a row, using the work-of-art saber to hack Gigi's head off.

In fact, Gigi's body had already gone limp and stopped moving by the third blow.

But Gavin had decided to swing the saber, and only he could decide when to stop.

Only when Gigi's head rolled at his feet did Gavin finally start backing away, panting.

By the time he reached the doorway, Gigi's blood had flowed after him and reached the threshold.

Following the trail of blood, Gavin looked at Gigi again, and his eyes inevitably fell on the vomit she'd made.

"Ugh!"

Before he could even brace himself against the wall, he spewed up the liquor-soaked contents of his stomach beside Gigi's feet.

"Ugh... damn it... this is really fucking awful. I drank too much!"

He cursed, then rubbed his forehead in frustration.

Gigi was dead.

This was awful.

She'd died like a zombie!

Things had gotten even worse.