Gigi is Dead

"6.33 feet (193 cm) tall, 210 pounds (95 kg), and only twenty-five years old!"

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

"Let us welcome the legend of us Texans, the Quarterback from the Dallas Cowboys... Gavin King!"

Gavin felt no new surge of passion from these long-familiar opening lines, even as the tally of his honors continued to grow.

He had been transmigrated into this era for twenty-five years; he had traveled from being a post-00s kid in the East to the America of the eighties, and twenty-five years had already passed.

In these twenty-five years, by leveraging the foresight brought by his transmigration, he had long since achieved financial freedom.

As for fame, Gavin, who had been significantly stronger, faster, and more powerful than the average person since the moment he arrived, had joined the NFL as if it were child's play.

In just six or seven years, he had swept up every honor available, becoming the nation's most adored god of football and a legendary Quarterback.

Gavin was nearly bored to death by celebration parties like this one; it was always the same hundreds of legs coming and going.

And so, after rolling in champagne as usual, Gavin ditched that group of Victoria's Secret Angels he knew all too well and headed to a room with Gigi Hadid, who had just entered the industry.

The girl was born in '95 and was only nineteen; she was fresh as a peach.

The key was that she hadn't been "checked off" by Leonardo yet, which made her seem even fresher.

After a good deal of interaction between the two, Gigi went to the bathroom, while Gavin lay on the bed fiddling with his phone, wondering how much of a "charity donation" he should give the girl.

The girl was young and her career was on the rise; a base price of two hundred thousand wasn't a waste.

As for her attitude, well, it was much better than that group he knew inside and out; he could feel her working hard to seize the opportunity, so he would add another two hundred thousand.

Then, thinking of the girl's words—that she didn't care about the money and was even enjoying it enough to pay him back...

He would add another three hundred thousand. The girl had a sensitive constitution and was very good at providing emotional value, wasn't she?

Wait...

"Ugh..."

The sound of Gigi retching came from the bathroom, making Gavin frown involuntarily.

Very good, she was vomiting with such vigor that he suddenly didn't want to pay her anymore.

Forget it, at least she didn't vomit on him, and even less in his mouth...

So, Gavin decided to deduct only one hundred thousand.

What the hell kind of Victoria's Secret Angel was she? When they vomited, they were just as disgusting as demons. Why did this damn party villa have to install a transparent bathroom?

While feeling disgusted, Gavin couldn't help but take another look at Gigi.

The girl was currently braced against the wall, vomiting uncontrollably.

Gavin had the mind to tell her to vomit into the toilet, but the puddle of filth on the bathroom floor, sprayed and scattered by the shower, was already eye-catching enough; he didn't want to get any closer and smell it.

But why was what she was vomiting so red?

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

"Ahhhhh!!!"

A sudden, piercing scream made Gavin bolt upright from the bed.

The scream came too abruptly; even through the soundproof glass, it was clearly coming from the courtyard.

Gavin quickly got out of bed and wandered to the window to pull back the curtains.

By the faint light beside the pool, Gavin saw two men in suits embracing and rolling around by the poolside, but the light was too dim to see clearly.

"Tch, boring."

Gavin shrugged. What did it matter if he could see clearly or not? It was nothing more than a story of a top and a bottom.

It was indeed a hallmark of the Lighthouse Country, but the scream was too loud—could it be that the bottom wasn't doing it voluntarily?

That was going a bit too far. Even Red Grandpa wouldn't do something like that without mutual consent.

As expected of the people of the Lighthouse Country, their games were always more flamboyant.

Thud!

Just as Gavin was watching the gossip outside the window, a heavy sound suddenly came from behind his head.

"Hmm?"

Gavin turned his head. Had Gigi fallen?

After catching a glimpse of Gigi's figure, Gavin swallowed hard.

He would rather Gigi had fallen and ruined her face than see her current state: a demonic figure slamming her head, shoulders, and breasts against the glass wall of the bathroom!

It was quite a visual impact.

"Fuck!"

Watching Gigi's head slam into the glass again, Gavin couldn't help but curse.

"Has everyone gone fucking crazy!"

Gavin felt like he was losing his mind.

Tonight's hookup was a total disaster; could Gigi be suffering from some psychological disorder that he had inadvertently triggered?

Had he really just slept with a lunatic?

Bad luck!

Cursing under his breath, Gavin walked 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 the bridge of her nose twist and snap under the heavy impact, and blood sprayed directly across her face!

"Gulp..."

Gavin swallowed hard and froze in his tracks.

He stood stiffly on the carpet, watching motionless as Gigi mechanically smashed her head against the glass.

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!!!

Gigi's movements grew faster and heavier, as if she were performing some frantic headbanging dance.

Her once-beautiful face was now unrecognizable.

BANG! BANG! BANG!!!

The sudden sound of gunfire echoing in the yard made Gavin shudder violently.

"Ahhh, fuck, fuck, don't come—!!!"

The screams and curses erupting outside the window along with the gunshots made Gavin instinctively scan his surroundings.

Soon, his eyes landed on two military sabers and a large fish specimen hanging above the fireplace.

Naked, Gavin rushed to the fireplace and snatched up an English military saber, testing its weight.

The saber had some heft, but it wasn't sharpened; it had a bit of an edge, but not much.

As for the gleaming, polished blade, it was standard for a decorative piece.

Yet, this piece of art provided Gavin with a rare sense of security.

Gripping the knife tightly, Gavin shuffled toward the bathroom.

As he moved, Gigi, who had been slamming against the glass, twisted her limbs in a grotesque manner, shifting her orientation to track Gavin, continuing to claw and strike.

More and more blood transferred from Gigi's face onto the glass between them.

Click...

Seeing the faint cracks appearing on the glass, Gavin steeled himself to finish Gigi off.

He didn't believe for a second that this was a prank.

If a rising supermodel was willing to use her own face as a tool for a prank, then Gavin wouldn't mind accidentally killing her to add a new legend to his life as a star Quarterback!

He would rather go to prison, fight endless lawsuits with Gigi's family, and throw half his assets at those damn lawyers.

He absolutely refused to gamble on that cursed probability!

Even if there was the slightest chance, Gavin didn't want to believe that Gigi had truly turned into the kind of... zombie that appeared in countless movies and games!

But Gavin made a promise.

When he opened the bathroom door, if Gigi lunged at him again.

Then Gigi had to die!

Gripping the decorative saber in his right hand, Gavin placed his left hand on the bathroom's glass door.

THUD!

Gigi followed his movement, slamming her entire upper body against the door, causing Gavin to stumble.

Resisting the force of Gigi's impact, Gavin gritted his teeth in silence.

He braced himself and pushed!

Gigi's body, weighing less than fifty kilograms, was sent flying backward along with the momentum of her own desperate slamming as Gavin shoved the glass door open.

But even as she fell to the floor.

Even as her pale skin landed in the blood-red filth.

Gigi's limbs twisted like a demon's, forcing her back up into a crouch.

At this point, Gavin took a deep breath, charged into the bathroom, and swung the saber with both hands, hacking down at Gigi's neck.

Once.

SPLITCH!

Twice.

Splorch!

Gavin acted like a madman, raining down seven or eight heavy blows until he forcibly hacked Gigi's head off with that artistic military saber.

In truth, Gigi's body had already gone limp and motionless by the third strike.

But the decision to swing the blade was Gavin's, and only he could decide when to stop.

It wasn't until Gigi's head rolled to his feet that Gavin began to retreat, gasping for air.

By the time he reached the door, Gigi's blood had followed him, pooling right up to the threshold.

As Gavin looked back at Gigi along the trail of blood, his gaze inevitably fell upon the vomit Gigi had produced.

"Urgh!"

Before he could even steady himself against the wall, he spewed a mouthful of vomit, reeking of strong liquor, right beside Gigi's feet.

"Ugh... damn it... goddamn it, I drank too much!"

He cursed, then rubbed his forehead in frustration.

Gigi was dead.

How terrible.

She died just like a zombie!

Things had just gotten even worse.