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.

helpless, pitiful novice. This was to

gasped in shock as she recognized the novice as

the girl came from a well-off family, nurtured and cherished in a sheltered environment. Now, she

and the atmosphere was mad, even more intense than the horse races before the

the crowd, staring at her former classmate in the arena, her

and gave her a comforting pat. Stella took a deep

lights went out and the

chill run down her

instinctively grabbed her hand, their bodies pressed close

shone on the

on his chest, sitting on a Iron

What the hell?

gotten a good look at the boss'

drugs, enough to get him executed dozens of times over. He took advantage of the chaos of

pinched her arm

him a

was overconfident, daring to play with

They naively believed they were safe, thinking it impossible to hide weapons in a bikini.

room, all eyes were drawn to

a bang, the boss'

another shot at a bodyguard, knocking his

night vision goggles, pulled out a smoke grenade and threw it in several directions, the

of the darkness to quickly put on body

was now filled with

were tough, raising

found cover, and Stella used her night

she had hit them or not, but there were

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

gunfire, and he realized that it was those people who had been

picked up the bodyguard's gun and handed