18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 27

Stella was a virgin, but she knew that this commodity was scarce and expensive in the post-apocalyptic world, making it a hot ticket item for bartering. Preventing new life, and cherishing women.

Without hesitation, she threw the condoms into Arcadia, but then thought of something and grabbed a few more, stuffing them into the black plastic bag. She didn't bother to count, but there were likely dozens.

After sweeping the 15th floor, she moved onto the 14th. The enormous building housed only one tech company. Hundreds of desks stretched as far as the eye could see.

The boss must've been raking in the profits, as the employees' benefits were generous. The break room was stocked with expensive snacks and instant food for late-night work sessions. The fridge was piled high with steaks and lamb chops, but it nearly made Stella retch from the smell.

After clearing out the break room, she made her way to the boss' office.

The boss seemed to be a character; his office alone was a few hundred square feet, including a reception room, rest room, and a personal... collection room.

Were all the bosses this capricious these days? They collected antiques in their office!

The fortified collection room piqued Stella's interest. She used all her strength to pry the door open and was immediately taken aback by the sight. Straight ahead was an antique rack, and in the center hung a samurai sword with an antique patterned sheath that was luxuriously silver-plated.

Stella picked up the samurai sword and unsheathed it, the blade glinted coldly. It felt weighty in her hand but not heavy, and it was clear that this was a superior weapon, far more manageable than a butcher knife.

She swung it towards a wooden box, and it sliced through like water.

mere knife; it's

Stella wasn't familiar with these items, but if they were collected by this man and placed alongside the samurai sword, they couldn't possibly

times of chaos, gold was valuable, but in times of peace, antiques were also valuable. Now, these valuable cultural relics were worth less than a piece of bread in the post-apocalyptic world. However, they were quite pleasing to

the antique rack hung several paintings, all from famous ancient artists. A single piece could fetch a seven to eight-figure sum. However, Stella noticed a pile of expensive liquor in the corner. Stella thanked the boss and swept everything into Arcadia. The capricious boss had a wide range of interests, and his collection was eclectic. In addition to the diamond-encrusted Patek Philippe

worth 980,000. The flood would last for several months, and she didn't know if

cabinet, there was a five-star golf club. Stella had worked at a

antique rack,

there was a safe in the corner. A safe that could be placed in

only full but also had its own battery, so all the ingredients were fresh. Besides thanking the boss, Stella didn't want to say anything else, she

didn't want to hide them, so she put them in a bag

particularly meticulous in her collection, turning over every box and drawer, not a single package could escape

13th floor was a high-tech incubation base with all sorts of start-ups. These companies were poor, so poor that even after turning the place upside down she couldn't find much supplies. Stella

typical silver-grey autumn coat hung in a glass display case - priced at

constant temperature of 25 degrees. After reading this statement, Stella broke the glass with a hammer and took the coat

soft and silky against her skin... as if it weren't there at all, like real silk fabric. After rubbing and sniffing it, Stella found it quite breathable. Stella took it. After all, if it wasn't for the end of the world, she wouldn't have had the chance to wear something so expensive. She took all the fabrics and found 10 rolls of thermal fabric

to move the supplies downstairs and load

was so tired she could barely stand upright, but for a better future in the post-apocalyptic world,

also came to help. They