Levana's fingers tapped rhythmically on the keyboard, the soft clacking of keys being the only sound in the dining room. Her laptop screen displayed a myriad of stock charts and financial data, each serving as a testament to her focus and precision while the smell of fresh coffee still lingered in the air.
Her thoughts were clear and focused as she analyzed the complexities of the market with almost robotic efficiency. She carefully reviewed her parents' well-constructed investment portfolio, identifying the stocks that were ready to be sold. Because of her unique insight gained through her rebirth, she made every choice carefully based on her natural grasp of market trends.
"Sell now," she thought, and made the first trade.
The numbers on the screen change as the transaction processed. The money from the sale was quickly moved to a holding account, ready to be reinvested in more promising ventures.
Levana's heart raced slightly as she made the trades, not from anxiety, but from the excitement of having such control over her future. The money she currently earning wasn't just cash, it was hope. Because it is the foundation, the lifeblood of her survival plan.
Every dollar had a purpose, every cent was a step closer to securing her family's safety in the upcoming apocalypse.
The market was volatile, as it always was, but she was navigating it with the surety of someone who had seen it all before. Her knowledge of the past, the rise and fall of industries before the apocalypse, the boom and bust cycles, was like a secret weapon. And right now, that weapon was focused on the oil sector.
She had already allocated a significant portion of her liquid assets into the oil industry in D country, confident that the market's current downturn was temporary. The analysts and financial news outlets were pessimistic, but Levana knew better. She knew from experience that this was merely a dip before a major surge, a lull before the storm that would see oil prices skyrocket in the next few days.
"Don't be impatient." she reminded herself, her eyes scanning the figures on the screen. The investment was already set in motion, but the real challenge was yet to come. She had to maintain her composure, resist the urge to sell at the first sign of profit, and let the market play out as she knew it would.
As the hours passed, Levana's trades were completed one by one. The final clicks of her mouse sealed the deals, her funds now strategically positioned for maximum growth. She leaned back in her chair, a sense of satisfaction washing over her. The first phase of her plan was complete.
But there was no time for complacency. The apocalypse was coming, and her preparations were far from over.
Levana's thoughts drifted to her family—her sisters and her niece. The image of them safe and secure, away from the chaos that would soon engulf the world, was the driving force behind every decision she made.
But there was one more critical piece to her plan that she had to address.
With a deep breath, Levana opened a new document on her laptop. This was no ordinary financial plan—this was a blueprint for survival. It was a list, meticulously organized, of every item she would need to gather in the coming months. Food, water, medical supplies, weapons, fuel—each category was detailed down to the smallest item, with quantities calculated to sustain her family, and her future subordinates for the long haul.
The firearms were next on the list. Levana's fingers hesitated for a moment before she typed in the names of the weapons she would need. It wasn't a decision she took lightly, but she knew that in the world she was preparing for, the ability to defend herself and her loved ones would be as crucial as the food they ate.
The process of acquiring these weapons would be delicate, but she was prepared. Her parents' connections, the remnants of their influence, would be her entry point into this world. She would need to be careful, discreet, ensuring that her actions did not draw attention. The last thing she needed was to be noticed before the time was right.
Levana paused, taking a sip of her now lukewarm coffee. Her mind was racing, already calculating the logistics of storing and transporting everything she would need. The space realm was a blessing, a solution to the problem of storage, but she need to be careful when moving things. She cant just let the material disappeared out of nowhere.
"One step at a time" she reminded herself. She had a plan, and she was going to execute it flawlessly.
The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows across the room. The day had been productive, and Levana felt a sense of accomplishment. But there was still much to do. She closed her laptop and stood up, stretching her stiff muscles. The future was uncertain, but she had taken the first steps toward securing it.
As she looked out the window, the outside of the villa seemed peaceful, oblivious to the impending doom. But Levana knew better. She was ready to face the chaos head-on, armed with the knowledge of the future and the determination to protect those she loved.
With one final glance at the darkening sky, Levana turned away from the window. The next chapter of her life was about to begin, and she was ready to meet it with unwavering resolve.