18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 563

The crew didn't waste any time heading to the next salvage point. It was less than two nautical miles away, so they arrived quickly. Without Sharkey tagging along, the operation went smooth as silk.

About seven hundred nautical miles from Griffith, the submarine stumbled upon a jackpot-over twenty shipping containers. They were just ordinary sea-faring containers, likely capsized during a tsunami.

Feeling light-hearted with the mission accomplished, the crew pondered whether to salvage the containers. The land had been picked clean by the base long ago, leaving only the vast ocean with its untapped potential. Even if the contents were ruined, the containers themselves could be hauled back and repurposed into housing, a much better option than living in tents.

Of course, with Stella possessing superpowers, it wasn't their place to ask. Having lived twice, Stella could see right through their thoughts. Daniel had handpicked this team, and it would eventually belong to her and Jasper. To win them over, she needed to be both strong and gracious. She couldn't very well live in a brick house, feasting on steak and wine, while they crammed into stuffy tents.

"There's still plenty of daylight. I'll salvage these, and you can use them for housing to improve your living conditions," Stella said with a cheerful grin. "But when the houses are ready, you'll owe me a housewarming party."

The crew chuckled in agreement. "No problem, we'll take turns and make sure you're feasting for three days and nights."

When Stella took action, it was clear what she could do. Twenty-six containers were neatly arranged on the transport ship in less than half an hour.

That evening, less than 200 nautical miles from Griffith, Stella took advantage of the night to place a large transport ship on the sea, stacking all the containers neatly on board.

When the crew woke up the next morning and surfaced the submarine for air, they were astonished to find the transport ship quietly moored on the sea. Six... no, seven Kindle Chests?

piled with countless seaweeds and sea lettuce. The weather was clear and sunny, so they hurried to spread them out to

not too corroded thanks to the protective mud. At least their exteriors were intact with crisp, resonant knocks.

weight and fuel for the transport

wet at sea. A whole container full of denim fabric. Delighted by the find, they

it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they were barely covered. But what could be done? Attempts to grow cotton had

even higher. Stella herself hadn't expected such good fortune. Not far from the base now, she

sight of the laden returning team. The port was still rudimentary, and the transport

of the special command, chose

already there with a wide grin, "Sis, brother-in-law, Deputy Xu, welcome home." He looked

him better than his sister! Indeed, Bran had risen through the ranks again, now responsible for two shifts at the dock patrol. Just

it all but didn't say a word, tossing him the keys. Bran, thrilled beyond

at home. You and your husband needn't worry. Dad's getting stronger, and Rosie hasn't even lost a hair." Stella took a deep breath and pretended to rest. Bran was a torrent of updates, "The glass greenhouse is up and fully planted. Little Bean's probably still at the farm; I'll

frowned. "Oh, and Snowflake had

you at my place every

course, the commander's still recovering, and Rosie's got her hands full. They need

inside once home. Bran, taking the hint, didn't insist on staying for dinner. Before she could even unlock the door, a barrage of "woofs" and "howls" came from inside. Barely cracking the door, Cooper burst out, excitedly peeing and scratching at Stella. Snowflake was more reserved, but her tail