The second floor only had two big rooms—Magnus's bedroom and a massive walk-in closet. The bedroom reeked, a mix of sour sweat and foot odor. The bed was unmade, sheets bundled into a heap. The bathroom wasn't any better. Natalie gave it a quick glance, wrinkled her nose, and backed out. The closet, though, was more rewarding. A giant glass case stood inside, packed with luxury watches, many clearly collector's pieces. Natalie guessed these were the same batch of treasures he had hauled back from that rich collector's vault along with books and paintings. She waved her hand and swept everything into her storage space. As for Magnus's clothes, she had no interest. Despite Magnus's sharp public image, his closet was a mess—sweat-stained shirts and dirty pants crumpled together with clean ones. Disgusted, she turned to leave. That's when something in the corner caught her eye. A safe. Natalie froze. Safes always meant something worth hiding. Using her usual trick, she shoved the whole safe into her storage space. Then she pulled back the empty shell, leaving its contents behind inside the space. When she checked inside, she was stunned. Boxes upon boxes of unopened condoms. Natalie's jaw dropped.Seriously? Is he some kind of pervert? Why would Magnus lock away something like this, treating it like treasure? Did he really think burglars were breaking into homes just to steal adult supplies? "Even though she found his habits disgusting, she still kept those boxes of condoms in her storage space. Natalie had already collected quite a few before, but now these things were basically impossible to replace. In her past life, plenty of people were willing to pay a fortune for them. They were almost impossible to find. After tossing the empty safe back into the storage space, Natalie climbed up to the third floor. Right away she spotted rows of refrigerators. Dozens of them. Magnus really filled his house with fridges? She opened one at random—and her eyes lit up. "Insulin?!" These were new discoveries. So, Magnus had diabetes. That explained it. Insulin was life or death for diabetics, one of the most critical medicines left. She remembered in her past life that even a powerful government leader had once paid huge sums to collect it from all over the country. Natalie grinned as she stashed all the insulin—and even the refrigerators—into her storage space. She opened the next fridge. More insulin. That guy had really stockpiled a mountain of it! But it made sense. Insulin was something you needed for life, and no amount could ever feel like enough. If Magnus hadn't been the leader of a huge base, he never could have gotten his hands on so much.She opened the third fridge, expecting more of the same. Instead, she found tetanus vaccines. Natalie's jaw dropped. In her mind, she let out a scream. Tetanus! In a world where fights broke out daily and rusty blades could leave deep wounds, this stuff was gold. One bad cut, one dirty knife, and it could kill you. And here, she found more doses than she'd seen back at the pharmaceutical plant. "Take it all!" she muttered. And she did. The fridges that followed were stuffed with even more vaccines—flu, rabies, hepatitis B, HPV, and plenty of others. Some came in bulk, others in small amounts, but it was still a jackpot. As she packed each one away, Natalie shook her head. Where had Magnus looted all this from? Now, all of it was hers. "Thank you, Mother Nature," she whispered with a smirk. Natalie finally reached the last fridge, but this time it wasn't packed with vaccines. Inside were seeds. Since she had already managed to grow herbs in her storage space, she treated the seeds like treasure and packed them all away. Her eyes lit up. She had already managed to grow herbs in her storage space, so to her, these seeds were priceless. She scooped them all up without hesitation. Back at Tyro Tech Tower, she had collected a good stash too, so she didn't even bother checking what kinds they were. Seeds were seeds, and every single one was worth keeping. Once the fridges were cleared, Natalie stepped into the next room. Her jaw dropped. The entire space was stacked with medicine. It wasn't as much as she had hauled away from the drug factory during the floods, but it was still impressive. The place looked just like a giant pharmacy—complete with rows of shelves like the ones you'd find in both modern drugstores and old apothecaries. She packed away all the pills and bottles first, then walked over to a wall lined with cabinets full of herbs. She checked them quickly to make sure they weren't moldy or bug-eaten. They passed, so she grabbed the whole cabinets and stored them too. In the corner, she spotted rolled-up paintings. Expensive artwork, no doubt. Magnus was nothing but a brute. Even though he knew the paintings were valuable, he never bothered to display them. Instead, they just sat in a corner collecting dust. Natalie packed the artwork into her storage space as well, then walked through the villa one more time to make sure she hadn't missed anything. Once she was certain, she began what she called "gutting the house." That's right—she didn't even spare the place's fancy interior. And she meant it. Crystal chandeliers, hardwood floors, reinforced doors—she stripped it all. Bit by bit, she packed away every piece of luxury until the house was left looking like a bare concrete shell.