18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 389

Boiling plain spaghetti, without a trace of grease, just a handful of dried veggies tossed in for good measure.

Eating pasta nine years into a series of natural disasters was a rare luxury, possible only because of the hefty naval subsidies. Stella wasn't one to let debts linger. She dug into her bag and pulled out six cold buns and a box of salted jerky and dried bacon. Even in tough times, it didn't hurt to butter up the instructor a bit.

Knowing the two had earned a fortune in credits, Mr. Cristian, though polite, didn't hesitate long before accepting the buns and jerky to heat up. Everyone settled down to eat.

Feeling a bit self-conscious, Stella said, "I had no idea we'd be living on a sub. I only brought a few packs of spaghetti. Let me handle breakfast tomorrow, and we can settle the food debt once we're back on land."

Mr. Cristian smiled. "No worries. You've spent a small fortune on that yacht, so the least the navy can do is cover your meals, even if it's not gourmet. Just don't look down on our humble fare." Technically, meals weren't included, but the pair got fast-tracked thanks to a nod from higher-ups, which is why Stella hadn't packed properly.

When the top brass makes a call, food becomes the least of your worries.

Three days of intense theoretical training followed, with Mr. Cristian making the dry technical details lively and engaging, answering every question Stella and Jasper threw his way with endless patience. Piloting, maintaining, and repairing a submarine aren't skills you can master in three days of theory. Stella and Jasper, prepared for the worst, grilled Mr. Cristian on scenarios they might face in a stormy sea. Their questions were sharp and detailed, sometimes even more complex than those posed by professional submariners.

Mr. Cristian, amused yet patient, worked through their queries.

Surviving a natural disaster is no joke. Besides basic needs, Stella and Jasper spent every spare moment - all four hours of sleep they allowed themselves - studying the submarine manuals. Knowledge could be the key to survival. Initially, Mr. Cristian had reservations about these two "connected" recruits, but their dedication and quick learning soon dispelled any doubts. They were picking up skills at an impressive rate, and he quickly saw their potential. "If only they were my soldiers," he thought.

Curious, he asked, "Why haven't you two enlisted? The base could use talent like yours."

Stella smiled, "We've considered it, but we have family to look after."

"That shouldn't be a problem; the base can ensure they're well taken care of," he reassured them.

years of struggling, facing life and death, we want to be with our family until the

during crises. He respected their

or a civilian, survival

days of theory, hands-on training began. The submarine dove into the depths, navigating the

a submarine, but life is full of

practical tests: diving, surfacing, holding position, turning, and avoiding collisions with sea creatures and underwater hazards. Stella, proactive with questions during theory, now faced them in practice, with Mr. Cristian challenging

to be a capable team, impressing their instructor with

fourth day, as they returned to the deep-sea

Stella noticed the new batch of submarines,

the sea creatures through the submarine's viewports, Stella furrowed her brow, "They seem to have grown bigger,

caps, causing mutations that made sea creatures not only larger and deformed but also

these predators and advice on how to avoid them: "If you can't avoid them, go into hibernation mode. Don't provoke them unless it's life or death; their aggression will only worsen,

submarine was sturdy but vulnerable

four days of relentless practice, Stella could navigate the submarine

the dock, feeling the warmth of the sun and the breeze, Stella and her

right? Your submarine's ID is

and

Cristian led the group of three and their dog to

relief. She

skies or diving into the depths, her gear was

this, she'd have

they began testing the

completing the handover, Mr. Cristian reminded her, "Your submarine is privately owned. If you need to dock at the base, you'll have to register and pay a fee at the operations center." Stella nodded, "Thanks, but I think