18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 167

Evening was the liveliest time, when countless survivors would come out to mingle. Some would set up stalls selling barbecued food, grilled squid, octopus, seaweed, and fish. Without oil or seasoning, the taste was so pungent it could make you retch.

The barbecue was tolerable compared to the seafood soup stalls, which were even more overwhelming. They'd crush various seafood into a pot and cook it. The smell would waft three miles in the wind.

Stella may not be used to it now but in her past life, she didn't even have the opportunity to eat such food. This life was simply a stroke of luck.

There were many who could not afford to eat, their hunger gnawing at them due to their limited supplies.

Many villagers from nearby fishing villages sold water by the roadside. Even though it had the salty taste of the sea, it was still much better than directly drinking filtered seawater. However, the number of potential buyers was few compared to those who inquired. In the distance there were many people lined up at the relief station to receive relief food with their passes.

The beach was crowded with people. Whether for safety or mood, Stella didn't want to go there, opting instead to line up for rations.

The rice balls were the size of a fist, and you could get one per day for the first seven days with the card. They were made from crushed fresh seafood mixed with flour or cornmeal, shaped into balls. They didn't look appetizing, but they could fill one's stomach. Stella, Jasper, Rosie each got one.

The taste was truly unpleasant, and eating it was hard on the throat, but no one complained. This was life-saving food, after all.

Just as Jasper was about to eat, he noticed a child running towards the soldier distributing the relief food. The kid looked at him pitifully and pleaded, "Sir, I'm so hungry."

The soldier was young, barely in his twenties and looked rather thin. He held the last rice ball in his hand. It was his own meal.

Seeing the child before him, he handed over his rice ball without hesitation, giving the kid a small smile. "Eat up."

The child grabbed the rice ball, stuffing it into his mouth without even saying thank you, and then turned and ran off.

At the same time, several other children ran up, surrounding the soldier and begging for food. "Sir, I'm hungry too, please give me something to eat." They clung to him, refusing to let him go.

there was no way he could produce food out of thin air. He could only look helplessly at the children, his voice choking. "I'm sorry.

reflected guilt, as if he had committed

ten minutes, the children finally gave up and left,

At first, he refused. But whatever Jasper said convinced him, and he finally accepted the rice ball and began to eat. However, he began to cry as

ball, turned to

didn't stop her. "If you want

gently hugged him. Only when he had finished the rice ball

four

tasted salty and rough, but no one wasted it. Jasper accepted his portion, chewing slowly, and after a while, he finally spoke. "Stella,

think so," Stella pondered. "There are many ways to serve. It doesn't have to be the way you insisted on

Village? If it weren't for your decisive action in killing the leader of The Chaos, who knows how many soldiers and survivors would have been sacrificed, and the food

intently. "Look at him, giving up his own food, and likely his own safety when danger comes, but

the mousetrap, preventing many survivors from being bitten by rats. No epidemic or plague

if you don't walk the old path, you will have your own way of

and you can't bear the burden of this

to live well, for yourself, for your family, and for those who

just like him. If she hadn't met Jasper, her

night. It seemed lively but danger was lurking everywhere. Stella and the others didn't linger. They

guarding task to Cooper and Rosie, while Stella and

go to the docks early the next morning to check fresh seafood, and then make detailed stockpiling

installing the system while Stella assisted. After several hours of hard work, they

in a luxurious villa on a six-figure comfy bed, Stella still found it surreal. Oh well, she thought, just

morning, the alarm clock rang on time.