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The sound of chewing was the last thing I heard before the world ended.Not the roar of the toxic spore cloud tearing through the skyline, and not the metallic screech of the city's emergency sirens. It was the sickening, wet crunch of teeth against bone in the adjoining room.I sat pressed against the cold drywall of our living room, my hands clamped over my mouth, tears blurring the thick layer of grey ash coating my knees. Through the half-open door, I could see them.My father's broken and half eaten leg, my mother’s hand, lifeless on the hardwood, her silver wedding band glinting beneath a smear of dark blood. My younger brother’s favorite jacket, torn to shreds near the hallway.They hadn't even had a chance to scream when the mutated beasts smashed through the balcony glass. In less than ten minutes, the three people who were my entire world had been slaughtered, their lives snuffed out while I hid behind an overturned sofa like a coward.Grief didn't hit me as a feeling; it hi

I squeezed my eyes shut, holding out my hands. "Open status! Storage! Inventory!"Nothing.Just the quiet hum of my computer fan and the sound of a passing car outside."Fuck!" I groaned, sinking back into my chair. "No magic, no dimensional space, no money... Wait, what about crypto?"I frantically began typing on my keyboard. If I could just remember which coins skyrocketed over the next twelve months, maybe I could trade my way to a fortune!But as I scrolled through trading charts, my heart sank again. I had been a communications major, not a finance bro. I knew Bitcoin went up, but I had zero capital to start with, and I didn't know the exact daily pump-and-dump dates. Relying purely on crypto was too risky and too slow.And then, another terrifying thought struck me.Where did the virus even come from in the first place? In my past life, nobody knew. It was just suddenly there—one day the air tasted faintly metallic, people started coughing up gray ash, and within forty-eight ho

STEVE POVI am a man with a multi-billion-dollar empire to run, yet here I stood, stepping out of a suffocatingly quaint tea shop on a dreary street just off the rougher edges of Manhattan.One might wonder why Steve Diamond, the sole titan behind the Diamond Conglomerate, a man whose daily schedule was calibrated down to the second, was personally handing over white envelopes of unmarked cash to a twenty-year-old girl in an oversized hoodie.To understand that, you’d have to know about my grandfather.He passed away from cancer last year, taking with him the only real anchor I had in this world. Nobody in the high-stakes corporate sphere knew the truth: I wasn't born with a silver spoon. Grandfather brought me out of an obscure, nameless orphanage when I was five, shielding my origin from the press, the board, and even my closest associates. He raised me to be the sole heir to the Diamond legacy.But alongside corporate strategy and portfolio management, he instilled in me something

After all, this was looking like some bizarre, absurdly high-stakes fetish for this handsome billionaire. Maybe he was just a collector of ridiculously odd gold trinkets with way too much disposable cash."Bring it all, then," Steve replied without a single second of hesitation, his voice ringing with absolute authority. "I’ll buy every last piece."My eyes widened in my dimly lit bedroom. "Are you serious? It's... heavy. Like, insanely heavy.""Well, then let my men come directly to your home to collect it," he countered smoothly. "They'll be disguised as courier personnel so your neighbors don't ask questions. Give me your home address, Miss Spears, and let me see what else your 'inventory' has to offer."I paused, pacing back and forth across my floor, my brow furrowing. "Are you really not going to ask where I get all these things? Aren't you even a little suspicious?""No questions," Steve drawled, his tone laced with that signature dark, brooding charm. "As long as you don't ask

Over the next three days, my life transformed into a frantic, high-octane blur of non-stop logistics, frantic phone calls, and high-stakes purchasing.Naturally, walking around in high-end business attire and vanishing for twelve hours a day triggered my mother’s inner detective radar."Are you sure about this new part-time job, Ade?" Mom asked one morning, leaning against the kitchen counter with a worried frown as I adjusted my blazer in the hallway mirror."You’ve been running yourself ragged. You need to rest,okay? Don't burn yourself out.""Mom, I'm totally fine," I said, flashing her a reassuring grin before reaching into my designer tote and pulling out a crisp stack of hundred-dollar bills.I slid two thousand dollars straight into her hand. "In fact, take this. Go buy some top-grade groceries, get the good cuts of beef, the fresh organic fruit, stock the freezer."Mom gasped, her eyes going wide as she stared at the cash like it was a live grenade. "Adelle! Where on earth did