18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 413

Jasper knew he had to walk a fine line, balancing relationships with the deftness of a tightrope walker. Both he and Stella had been through the wringer, twice over. They'd seen the darker side of human nature, and it left them wary. Stella eyed Jasper, concern clear in her gaze. "What if one day Rosie and I have a falling out over Arcadia? What then?"

It was a loaded question, without a doubt.

Jasper couldn't provide an answer to a hypothetical, and there was no standard response. "Stella, Arcadia is yours. Don't borrow trouble."

She didn't press him further. Why consume themselves with what-ifs? It would only lead to paranoia and unnecessary problems.

The world was in chaos. Continents collided, landscapes fell, and nothing was the same anymore.

The terrain shifted, ocean currents rerouted, and predictability became a thing of the past. In the morning, you'd drift east; by afternoon, the currents would veer south, changing moods like a temperamental child and keeping everyone on edge. Stella encountered various survivors at sea-lifeboats, makeshift rafts, kayaks, and life rings.

It was like a maritime free-for-all, everyone working their own kind of magic.

Some drifted away with the current, while others passed close by, slapping the sides of their lifeboats, crying out, "Help, help me!"

Blonde hair and blue eyes-no telling where that foreigner hailed from.

Stella had enough on her plate just keeping herself safe, so she turned a blind eye.

After days adrift, the tumult of the sea calmed, and the sun broke through the clouds. Stella pulled the curtains closed and took a midday nap.

By the time Rosie awoke, the lifeboat was securely on board a yacht, which floated serenely on the water's surface.

Stella emerged, stretched in the sunlight, and planted her feet on deck, so full of joy she couldn't help but jump around.

Cooper, previously wilted, sprang to life, wagging his tail and circling them with energetic barks. "Woof!"

They were alive again.

Adrift without a destination, they had no plans to cruise about in the yacht. They'd just float wherever the sea took them, saving a good deal on fuel.

But they didn't drop anchor either. The ocean's mystery was unsettling, and they feared a sudden catastrophe might not even afford them time to weigh anchor. With no wind or waves, the yacht crept along sluggishly.

her side. If life was a constant escape, they might

the attentive one, offered to apply sunscreen to Stella, who giggled uncontrollably at the ticklish sensation. Rosie covered

a relaxed lunch in the sea breeze, Stella retreated

peaceful, but Jasper

you want to fish?"

from Director Feng's study. It smacked of

but was open

prepped the gear and bait for him, warning with a grin, "Just don't get dragged off by

dragged off by a shark, you'll be a

and

bed was a dream, rivaling the comfort of a million-dollar

Stella, concerned about Jasper's safety, slipped into casual clothes and returned to

it looked like he'd caught

His warning came too late, "Watch out!" Already too late, a fish leaped from the bucket, aiming straight for Stella's nose. Used to rough seas, her reflexes were sharp, and she dodged just

fish splashed back into the bucket, water spraying onto the

on earth did you

the moment of distraction, it got away. Jasper reeled in his line,

yellow croakers so aggressive that they'd go

the bucket with a net

wasn't a yellow

protruding jaw lined with serrated teeth and topped with a pair of menacing

was the stuff of

thrashed against the

another look. Is it a barracuda or a yellow

shocked to find it was indeed a yellow croaker, just grossly enlarged and deformed, making it appear incredibly vicious. Wow, could ancient viruses be so potent as to turn a yellow

wildly

engaged in a

lean in, it

back, it would

was determined to have the last

the fish succumbed to

laugh. "Are you acting like a kid?" Even Rosie