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?"

were soaked in sweat, a smell so strong it could knock a person out. The dog, however,

jumped

large pot of white rice, inviting Jasper and Rosie

Its owner's cooking was

watermelon to

closed the

way back, they had encountered a team of professional salvagers whose boats were loaded with goods, all covered in dirt and

like clothes and fabrics. Most likely, they had gone to a clothing factory. So they had

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

idea," Stella agreed. Anything extra

factory. It would be faster to go straight to the factory rather than collecting samples from different stores. They flipped through the map and quickly locked onto the biggest tile factory in

auto

was surprised, "Yes, we

Some of them were flashy and extravagant, casually driving luxury

upper-class car modification club, apparently owned by a son of some real estate tycoon, specializing in modifying

worked there for two months during her summer vacation after high

she joined with the intention of investigating the rich and

view count was exceptionally high. Plainly put, the world of

"My car is still submerged in the underground parking lot. Some parts might be damaged. It would be good to have some spare parts

had submerged all the cars. There were

few spare cars. The unneeded cars could be

there were indeed spare parts available, not only could she modify

was only

it would have been just a two to three-hour drive. If they wanted to meet up, they could just hop in the

now, in the post-apocalyptic world, being apart meant they might never see

chance 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 next

was still asleep. Stella instructed Cooper to take care of the