18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 32

With a sudden acceleration and a swift drift around the bend, Stella barreled forward. A violent jolt nearly sent her flying out of the car. Thankfully, she managed to maintain her balance and, after a long detour, finally arrived at the convention center. Although the convention center only had 12 floors, the expansive halls gave it an imposing presence. Stella circled around the center but couldn't detect any signs of life or any broken windows.

According to the industrial layout of the city, Rockdale was a hub for furniture manufacturing, with factories scattered around. The residential and commercial districts lay on the other side of the river and were hardly visible under the downpour. All around, floodwaters prevailed, with only the convention center standing tall amid the chaos. The glass was thick and sturdy, resistant to a hammer's blow.

Stella used a window breaker and managed to shatter it after several attempts.

The convention center was a popular tourist destination and it was vast. Unfortunately, the grand lobby was submerged under the floodwater. Still, the magnificent structure was visible when Stella looked upwards.

The darkness swallowed the glitz and glamour of the center. Now, the only light came from Stella's flashlight, illuminating the rows of stylish furniture.

The intricate waterways around the center had protected it well. Perhaps the center didn't contain any survival supplies, as it remained untouched before Stella's arrival.

The center was filled with furniture of unimaginable designs and styles. Stella didn't rush to gather the furniture. Instead, she headed straight to the furniture museum on the top floor.

Without electricity, the center was pitch black, echoing only her footsteps. Exhausted from the long climb to the top floor, Stella rested her aching feet as she looked around.

The whole floor was filled with historical exhibits, including photographs, various types of wood, and ancient furniture - some intact, some dilapidated.

After about half an hour of exploring with her flashlight, Stella reached her target - a four-meter-long piece of irregularly shaped, dark brown wood.

This was ebony.

even tens of thousands of years, it had become

a fossil amongst woods. There was even a saying that a bit of ebony was worth its weight in

its value. After all, no matter how precious, it couldn't

mask and took out an electric saw from her backpack. After some effort, she managed to cut open the glass, releasing a sweet, aromatic scent. The scent

stowed the precious wood into

types of wood, all encased in glass or

couldn't tell which types of wood were infused with

while, she came across a bed made of rosewood, intricately carved, stunningly beautiful, and flawless. In the darkness, it looked somewhat

was too large to fit in the living room of Arcadia, so she rolled up her sleeves and started to disassemble it. After disassembling and storing the bed, she also took the matching table,

Stella was sweating bullets while breaking the display cases. In

a spot to rest, munching on a Snickers bar for energy, and washing it down with a can of Red Bull. Once she felt a bit better, she switched off her flashlight and entered

was cluttered with old furniture, but most of it had disappeared. Stella was taken aback by the sight. The living room had expanded by about 30 square meters, and there was now a spiral staircase leading to a second floor. The bedroom, kitchen, and bathroom had all grown in size. There was now an

a study. The spiral staircase stopped at the ceiling, indicating that there was potential for further expansion. What

worked! She thanked the ebony, the rosewood, and all the other

Arcadia, she planned to use as

had been more than worthwhile. She estimated that she had

Stella moved on to the

floors were filled with furniture. There was too much to take, so she picked the most valuable-looking pieces to throw into

stacked in the garden. If Arcadia could accept them, great. If not, she