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?

away, but the whale's affection was deep; it just wouldn't give up. If you can't beat them, join them,

nap, Rosie opened the observation window. Weird, it was dark outside. Checking the time in her room, it was only three in the afternoon. Something was definitely off. She quickly knocked on

pitch-black outside, and you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. The observation window was made of several

dark. Stella remembered there was a third observation window at the tail of the submarine and hurried to check it. No problem there the light filtered down from the surface, and fish swam

outside. Jasper speculated, "Maybe something's latched onto the front of the sub." Considering 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 Arcadia to see if this mysterious entity could survive out of water.

layer upon layer, with countless hair-like tentacles. As it drifted further away, the tentacles that had entwined the sub floated freely, stretching dozens of meters. The top looked like a hemisphere, with glowing bulbs inside. It

was indeed beautiful, gracefully moving, its tendrils 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

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, once it left, she decisively moved their location. Hmph, if hiding didn't work, was she supposed to just give up? Not a chance! However, Stella soon realized who really ruled the sea. The whale

con artist. Despite bumping into them itself, it would flip over in the water

"Don't let its size 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

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 had to look away, unable to watch the bloody