18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 152

However, as they moved forward, the sunlight behaved like a murderous assailant wielding a deadly weapon, relentlessly pursuing them.

Even with climate-controlled clothing, the 50-degree heat was unbearable. Sweat continued to pour from their bodies, making them as drenched as if they'd just stepped out of a shower. Thankfully, Jasper had a good sense of direction. The four-story factory, their destination, was already in sight. The factory stood tall, its name and logo glaring in the sun, reflecting a metallic sheen. Once they reached the rooftop, they used a crowbar to pry open the rooftop door.

The water had receded by over three feet, so the damp, peeling ceiling and piles of finished goods and raw materials were now visible.

It was clear that the factory had attempted to salvage their property, moving valuable goods to the fourth floor. But even that effort wasn't enough to outmatch the cataclysmic flood. Jasper was not interested in the finished products, but the raw materials-rare metals like lithium, beryllium, titanium, and tungsten, colloquially known as industrial seasoning. Adding just a pinch of these to conventional materials could yield unimaginable results, like resistance to extreme heat, friction, and hardness.

These were scarce resources, and the base would send scavengers to find such metals.

Taking advantage of these resouces, their survival would be ensured for a long time.

After extraction, these rare metals existed in powder form, sealed in cylindrical barrels, much like oil drums.

Swimming over, they found that the topmost label was for beryllium. Exchanging confirming glances, they decided it was a target worth hoarding in Arcadia.

These rare metals were absurdly expensive, but this factory was loaded. Stella managed to collect dozens of sealed barrels, making their trip worthwhile.

After a rough count, they had over a dozen types of rare metals. If they ever decided to enter the base, this would be their ticket.

As for the other finished goods, Arcadia space was running low and needed a recharge.

There was so much to collect, it was impossible to hoard it all. They had to leave some behind for others.

Upon returning to their neighborhood, night was just falling.

Lukas and the others, who had been inside all day, were out with Rosie and the dog on the rooftop for some fresh air. Seeing Stella and Jasper return, they quickly came downstairs.

Before they could approach, they pinched their noses and stepped back, "Wow, where have you guys been?"

a smell so strong it could knock a person out. The dog, however, didn't seem to mind, jumping up and wrapping itself

closed the door to her room, she immediately jumped into

roast chicken with pepper, Salt & Pepper Pork, Garlic Roasted Veggies, and a large pot of white rice, inviting Jasper and Rosie to join her. Rosie, recognizing the cook through the taste,

head proudly, looking particularly smug. Its owner's cooking was much tastier than the food from

they had eaten their fill, Stella sneakily handed a piece of watermelon to Cooper and Rosie, "Eat

closed the

encountered a team of professional salvagers whose boats were loaded

clothing factory. So they had to continue the next day, getting a head start

to get a housing quota if we donate them. Then we'll need to decorate the house. How about we look for some

Stella agreed. Anything extra they collected could be

to get the goods from the factory. It would be faster

high-end auto repair shop here?"

was surprised,

wealthy inhabitants. Some of them were

club, apparently owned by a son of some real estate tycoon, specializing

two months during her summer vacation after high

of investigating the rich and their luxury cars and

view count was exceptionally high. Plainly put, the world of the rich was beyond ordinary people's imagination. Stella guessed, "Are you

nodded, "My car is still submerged in the underground parking lot. Some parts might be damaged. It would

had submerged all the cars. There were

spare cars. The unneeded cars could be traded for items

only could she modify the car, but she could also come up with a reason to give

go to the base. Although it was only about 200 miles away, the

to three-hour drive. If they wanted to meet up, they could just hop in the car and

might never see each other again. It was a matter

to see each other again, she hoped they would live on. The tile factory was quite far, so they had to get up before dawn the

still asleep. Stella instructed Cooper to take care of the