18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 557

Chapter 557

Years of surviving natural disasters had made everyone experts in staying alive. Stella, feeling her strength return, examined the seaweed closely. There were no signs of abnormal growth.

"Why don't we give it a try?" Amelia suggested.

No one objected; in fact, they were eager to try. They chose the healthiest-looking strand, washed it thoroughly, chopped it into pieces, and blanched it in boiling water for ten minutes. Then, they added a generous amount of salt and let it stew for a full hour.

An hour should be enough to kill any virus.

But when it finally came time to eat, there was a palpable hesitation. Jake, one of the team members, stood up decisively. "I'll go first."

With a bravery that bordered on recklessness, he grabbed a forkful of the seaweed and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing and swallowing determinedly.

"How does it feel?" the others asked nervously.

Stella couldn't help but laugh. "Even if there were any viruses, they'd be dead by now. At worst, you might get an upset stomach, and I've got medicine for that. Don't worry too much."

Relieved, Amelia added, "Right, Stella's our medic."

After half an hour with no ill effects, Jake helped himself to another generous forkful. Another half hour passed, and he ate even more. After two hours without any sign of discomfort, Jake went for a whole bowl.

Stella finally intervened. "Moderation is key. Let's not actually ruin your stomach."

That night, Jake slept without any adverse reactions, and the group decided to have seaweed soup for breakfast the next morning. True to their plan, Stella and the others enjoyed a hearty seaweed soup the following day.

source. Most of the seaweed grew in shallow waters, away from the larger, more dangerous sea

early to return. Jasper agreed, "Let's

dove into the sea while three stayed above to collect the haul, spreading it out to dry on the

had gathered over 4,000 pounds of seaweed. Since a pound of wet seaweed dried down to about four ounces, they ended

the seaweed was a welcome change to their diet and provided many of the nutrients their bodies needed, so everyone was quite

seaweed, they set course for the second set of coordinates, over four hundred nautical miles away. The team members, all around the same

sweet relationship, feeling like they were at a live 'rubbing-salt-in-the-wounds' show.

and Cole was particularly helpful in providing cover for everyone. During casual chats, Amelia and some of the others even speculated

or so coordinates. I wonder how many Ocean Point

coordinates. We need to search for the undiscovered ones as well," one of the team

point. The submarine's

at the coordinates. The depth of the seabed was manageable, but the sonar indicated that half of the Kindle Chests were buried in

try. A trio donned their diving gear and descended towards the ocean floor. Stella approached the side of a chest and

they struggled against the pull of the rope.

Stella's strength started to return. She clutched her oxygen mask,

waking to find they had already left the vicinity of the third set of coordinates. "Why didn't you

fell 3,000 meters deep. Even the best diving gear couldn't reach it,"

a night without food. She hurried to the Arcadia for a feast to reward herself. As she opened her door, she was met

existence of "special abilities,"

Regardless, they admired whit

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