18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 419

Jasper wasn't just blowing smoke when he mentioned that the blue whale was covered in parasites-barnacles, to be exact. Thanks to an ancient virus, these barnacles had grown huge and were causing the poor whale more harm than ever. A good scratch is hard to come by, and the itchy blue whale wasn't about to let this opportunity slip. It went berserk, rubbing up against the submarine to try and scrape off the annoying barnacles.

So there it was, the whale scratching away and the submarine retreating. But the creature was relentless-a real thorn in their side.

After being jostled for over half an hour, Stella was feeling seasick. She closed the observation window and tucked the submarine safely back into the Arcadia.

Time was precious, so they didn't linger in the Arcadia for long. After about ten minutes, assuming the blue whale had moved on, they went back into the sea.

But less than five minutes later, the submarine started shaking again. That damned familiar feeling it couldn't be that the whale had fallen for her sub, could it?

several times to get away, but the whale's affection was deep; it just wouldn't give up. If you can't beat them, join them, she thought, deciding to lie

the observation window. Weird, it was dark outside. Checking the time

no peace day after day, Stella and Jasper got up without hesitation to investigate. It was pitch-black outside, and you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. The observation window was

the submarine and hurried to check it. No problem there the light filtered down from the surface, and fish swam leisurely outside. So, the trio and their dog stared out of the window, even enjoying an

the size of a mid-sized sub, that would have to be a massive marine creature. Stella planned to wait for Rosie to fall asleep that night, then retract the submarine back into the

carnations, layer upon layer, with countless hair-like tentacles. As it drifted further away, the tentacles that had

dancing in the water. To the uninformed, it might seem like it was promoting a shampoo brand-so elegant. After the glowing jellyfish departed, Stella went to her room to look up information. She had downloaded a lot of data before the catastrophe, and sure enough, she found it a lion's mane jellyfish. Its tendrils could reach over 30

the next day for another scratch. This time, it wasn't its backside; it rubbed its head against the sub. The whale's temperament, influenced by the ancient virus, was far from gentle; it seemed like it wanted to tear off its own skin while scratching. Another couple of hours of this, and Stella couldn't stand it. She was afraid the sub might one day be rubbed raw. So,

window: spider crabs, sunfish, and so on. Especially the sunfish-it was a real con artist. Despite bumping into them itself, it would flip over in the

fool you. It's clumsy and a poor swimmer, often falling prey to the ocean's predators, getting caught in fishing nets, or just floating on the surface. That's the story behind its name." Rosie had an aha moment and patted its head through the glass,

while Stella put up with its antics, the sharks certainly did not. They came at it with bared teeth, ready to attack. The sunfish struggled but couldn't get up. The water quickly turned red with blood, and the sunfish knocked against the sub in its struggle. They