18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 101

The battle was still raging, the deafening shouts filling the air.

Stella felt a wave of nausea and turned away, unable to bear the sight.

She scanned the crowd, taking in the bloated men and the women in their prime, all laughing and carousing without any regard for decorum.

Was this what The Chaos considered natural liberation?

The audience either reveled in the debauchery or remained indifferent, clearly used to such spectacles.

The party was not only attended by guests, but also by servers. The girls were young and pretty, the boys handsome and dashing, all dressed in swimsuits with number tags. They weren't just there to serve refreshments, but to accompany the guests. At a wave of the guests' hands, no matter the request, they had to obey unconditionally.

They were all so young, yet they looked like the walking dead, worn down by the harsh reality of the apocalypse.

For the sake of survival, they swallowed their emotions and hid behind masks of indifference.

Stella gripped her hand tightly and looked away, grateful for her superpower that spared her such a fate.

Jasper surveyed the room, his years of experience telling him that there were infiltrators among them, but without any concrete proof, there was little he could do.

They walked around the room hand in hand, noticing eight bodyguards stationed around the room, heavily armed and ready to open fire at any moment.

The battle in the arena was reaching its climax, but the boss of The Chaos remained absent.

To avoid drawing attention, they blended into the crowd.

As the clock was about to strike midnight, the battle finally came to an end. The victor, with numerous wounds, left the arena with a sack of rice while the loser was thrown into a trash can. The next match promised to be even more eye-catching.

As the disco balls spun, two girls wearing cloaks stepped into the arena amid the cheers of the guests, igniting the atmosphere.

One was covered in horrifying scars, her eyes cold and ruthless; the other was young and beautiful, her eyes filled with fear and terror, like a rabbit caught in the headlights.

a seasoned fighter, the other a helpless, pitiful novice. This

as she recognized the

from a well-off family, nurtured and cherished in

mad, even more intense than

her former

noticed her reaction and gave her a comforting pat. Stella took a

the lights went out and the

chill run down

instinctively grabbed her hand, their bodies

the music started, a spotlight shone on the center of

slowly lifted, revealing a burly man with a dragon tattoo on his chest, sitting on a Iron Throne in a swim trunks, surrounded by twelve beautiful women, each more stunning

What the hell?

a good look at the boss' face,

for smuggling a large quantity of drugs, enough to get him executed dozens of times over. He took advantage of the chaos

pinched her

him a weapon from

to

they were safe, thinking it impossible to hide

all eyes were drawn

a bang, the

fired another shot at a bodyguard, knocking his

a smoke grenade and threw it in several directions, the irritating smoke

on a gas mask, took advantage of the darkness to

banquet hall was now filled with

bodyguards were tough, raising

night vision goggles to fire at

them or not, but there were people falling to the

filling the room with blinding light and thick smoke. The air was filled with coughing, mixed with the

recognized the sound of gunfire, and he realized that it

picked up the bodyguard's gun and handed it to Stella.