Money Troubles
After the intense, exhilarating climax and the fierce internal struggle tearing at her heart, Stephanie Seymour was utterly exhausted. With Xiao Yi's gentle caresses stirring her up, her drunken haze surged back, and she soon slipped into a deep sleep under his playful touches.
But Xiao Yi had no intention of sleeping.
In fact, he was still buzzing with excitement.
Xiao Yi knew this was a side effect of the zombie core energy.
While it reshaped his body and boosted his strength, agility, and intellect, it also filled him with boundless vitality—he didn't even need sleep anymore.
Carefully laying Stephanie Seymour down on the ground mat, Xiao Yi tenderly covered her with her clothes and glanced at the time: just 8:25 PM.
The moonlight was brilliant tonight, the sky cloudless. Even in the dark, Xiao Yi's sharpening eyesight let him survey the backyard crystal clear.
"System, with my current energy, how long can I stay in the Second World?"
Having drawn even closer to Stephanie Seymour and savored her world-class body, Xiao Yi planned to head back to the Second World while it was still night.
Right now, his arsenal was a single pistol with 10 rounds and an empty M16 rifle.
That firepower was way too weak.
Especially the M16—in 1993, it was the US military's standard issue: long range, pinpoint accuracy, devastating power.
With enough ammo, it'd be another ace up his sleeve.
Xiao Yi's plan was to lure some zombies out of the villa, then pick them off from cover with headshots from the M16.
Simple. Safe. But it all hinged on having plenty of bullets.
To stock up that much ammo, his only option was buying it in the Second World.
Your current energy allows a stay of 31 hours in the Second World. Do you wish to traverse now?
Thirty-one hours.
Not enough for the grand scheme he'd been plotting, but plenty of time to snag some cash from the Brandt house for M16 ammo.
"Traverse!"
Xiao Yi glanced back at the sleeping Stephanie Seymour. The young, seductive version before him blurred with the mature woman from the Second World—his own mother, Stephanie Seymour. It left his mind in a whirl.
I hope my guess is right...
Xiao Yi prayed silently in his heart.
A ripple of spatial distortion flashed where he'd stood, and he vanished in an instant.
When Xiao Yi reappeared, he was back in 2006 America.
With experience from his previous trips, the dizziness hit less hard this time. Sitting up on the bed, he adjusted quickly to the new surroundings and identity.
He scanned the room, checked his watch—no time had passed. Everything was frozen just as he'd left the Second World.
Exactly as the system described: time here stood almost still while he was away.
March 15, 2006, 8:45 PM.
Next up: score enough bullets and the cash to bring them back—within the time limit.
Last time, the system priced each bullet at $300 to transport to the apocalypse.
To load up properly, he'd need tens of thousands of dollars.
No small change for a kid like Andy Brandt.
Of course, for a tycoon like Pete Brandt, it was pocket lint.
The simplest, most direct way to get cash? Sneak some from Pete Brandt and Stephanie Seymour.
Last time, he'd found some in the nightstand—enough for a few dozen rounds.
But it was risky. If caught, Pete and Stephanie would hate him more and watch him closer.
Xiao Yi nixed the idea fast.
So how did he score ten grand-plus?
Xiao Yi's head started to throb. In his past life, born to ordinary folks, he'd fretted over money. Now, son of billionaires, he was stressing it again—watching Pete Brandt and Stephanie Seymour's billions stay utterly out of reach. It only hardened the dark plot he'd been scheming nonstop.