18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 416

The five Kindle Society bases each had their own unique missions. South Base was tasked with preserving the ember of civilization, while East Base's goal was to build Hope Point, a beacon for the future.

They had fought tooth and nail for years, crafting the toughest materials and maritime equipment, setting up mighty naval ships to battle cataclysmic tectonic shifts and colossal tsunamis. Many elite members had been lost, but the core of the construction team endured. Once the maritime base was up and running, it would house around a hundred thousand people, and construction had already begun...

His mission was to reach out to fellow Australians, whether they were soldiers, officials, or just ordinary survivors. As long as they had Australian blood in their veins, he hoped they'd come and help build Hope Point.

The man was struggling to breathe as he forced out the coordinates: "63°23' East, 49°54' North."

Suddenly, he grabbed Jasper's hand tightly, eyes wide with regret. "I won't make it back. I didn't complete the mission the organization gave me. You have ships and guts; you can get to the base and help me find our scattered kin. Tell them we have a new... a new home." Jasper felt a deep respect and a mix of emotions but found himself unable to speak in the face of the man's dying plea.

The man's last thoughts were of his duty, his eyes filled with longing and sorrow.

Stella understood Jasper's hesitation and spoke gently, "Alright, if we meet any of our people, we'll definitely pass on the message. Rest easy. We'll have a new homeland, and the prosperity we've known for five thousand years will rise again after the calamity passes." The man looked at them both, managing a grateful smile that even held a glimmer of hope as his grip on Jasper's hand loosened...

The lines on the monitor, once jumping rhythmically, slowly flattened into a straight line.

Jasper gently closed the man's eyes.

Stella hadn't planned on entering the base, but the national plan had stirred something deep within her. She wasn't as noble as he was, but if she met reliable kin in the future, she could share the coordinates for Hope Point.

a pang in her heart,

Jasper's hand with hers and finally said, "Even knowing the coordinates, it's not easy for just anyone to get

handed them to Stella to store in the Arcadia, "He was a hero. If there's

Normally, a common man would face a burial at sea, his body left to decay in the ocean

was due. "Cremate him, and we'll send his ashes along with the insignia and

all, he was a national hero deserving of respect and a proper resting place. Without the nation's persistence, she might not have had access to helicopters and

Stella laid out a steel plate on the deck to insulate the heat and placed the man's body upon it, dousing it with gasoline to commence the cremation. Once the cremation was complete, she retrieved a jar she had stored from a previous visit to a pottery and carefully collected the ashes

day, he

bamboo and wood. He cut them all to the same length and began to construct

a few boats stored. Is this really

to her studies on the medical equipment. The three humans and a dog each busied themselves with their tasks. Rosie, after watering the

enough hydrogen to float up there," Jasper explained with a smile.

hydrogen runs out, they'll

hair, silver, black - they seemed to be desperately signaling toward the cruise ship. She remembered the lip-reading Jasper had taught her but couldn't understand their words. And Jasper had taught her, "Trust not in those who are not of

were plenty, so why bother

by her brother and sister-in-law, how could she

their drift, having been spotted by Rosie. Stella glanced at the

aboard the ship turned off their lights, leaving only the flickering flames

Where had the

vanished, prompting curses